Write Bee (1) I found a bee under a tree in the community garden.
The bee is lying in a shallow puddle, half of its wings are stained with bright water drops, and the faint lines on its wings are clearly visible. Eyes horribly open, like dark black buttons on clothes. All its legs are shaking violently, and so is the fluff-it is struggling. Struggle to leave this "lake" and get a breath in the cracks of life and death.
Thought of here, I can't help laughing contemptuously. A little bee, whose wings were half broken because of compromise, lost the sharp hook on its tail and almost soaked in dirty mud. His black and yellow clothes are messy, as if he were a vagrant in the street. How can you climb out?
Bees are fighting against their fate, and shallow puddles are also rippling into circles by the fighting spirit of bees. I looked at the battle with my eyes half closed as if there was no suspense. The bee stumbled like a drunk. Its pace seems to be filled with lead, climbing bit by bit to the critical point between the ground and the water surface, and finally victory is in sight-
A gust of wind swept the fallen leaves and the bees fell heavily back to their original places. Its unique and intact wings fluttered melancholy and gently, its six feet were fixed in the air like invisible nails, and its yellow and black dress was even more messy-that gust of wind seemed to blow away all the strength of the bee. Together with all the previous efforts.
But the bee only decayed for a while, then it moved its body again, and its compound eyes looked at the edge of the puddle from a wonderful angle. Dragging the scarred body, one step, two steps, three steps ... the bees flapped their wings and got closer and closer to the shore. Small figure, but it looks so determined. In the drift, time burns continuously, condensing the crystallization of the desire for life. Even the cold-blooded in the cold and cheerless will be shocked by this brilliance and burst into tears for a while.
Finally, the bees came out of the puddle.
I think this is the most beautiful gesture in life.
Writing about bees (Part II) Whenever I eat honey, I think of hardworking bees.
In spring, flowers are in full bloom and bees are busy. Look, what are the bees doing? Ah! It turned out to be honey gathering! Hey, they swooped down, landed on the flowers and began to collect honey. After picking honey, they went home. Putting down the honey, they set off again and continued to collect honey. In one day, they went back and forth like this countless times.
It is said that in order to brew 500 grams of honey, a bee usually flies more than100000 kilometers, which is equivalent to circling the earth three or four times.
What's even more amazing is that bees work hard to make honey, but they eat very little, and most of them are taken away. When people eat honey, they think life is sweet.
In a TV program, I saw shaking honey. When you shake the honey, the attractive honey from Huang Chengcheng comes out, which makes people drool. I immediately took out a jar of honey treasured by our family, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and couldn't bear to swallow it in one gulp, only took a sip gently. Ah! The sweetness stimulated my taste buds. It's delicious! I can't help but admire: bees are really hardworking, helping us brew delicious honey and making our life as sweet as honey.
Sanitation workers are equally hardworking. They get up at three or four o'clock every day and carefully clean the streets. The sound of brooms wakes up the city. All the year round, no matter whether it is windy or rainy or exposed to the hot sun, they all appear on the streets on time without regret to serve the people. Every day, when we go to bed together, we see clean streets. Whose labor is this? Sanitation workers.
Sanitation workers use their hard work to make our living environment clean and comfortable. Living in such an environment, we feel that life is extremely beautiful and have unlimited expectations for the future.
Bees make honey, which makes our life extremely sweet. Sanitation workers work silently, making our living environment extremely clean and life extremely beautiful!
Bees and sanitation workers are hardworking and selfless, and I admire them!
Composition on writing bees (Part III) "How much do you know about bees?" I don't know if you feel this way when you hear this slogan: we really don't know much about bees. Then, let me introduce you to this elf flying around among the flowers!
There are three kinds of bees: bees, drones and queen bees. In a bee colony, there are about 70,000 worker bees, 600-800 drones and only one queen bee. Different bees have different division of labor. Drones are the laziest bees in the whole colony, and their only function is to reproduce. The queen bee is the commander-in-chief of the bee colony and is served by worker bees. There is only one queen bee in a bee colony. When there are two queens in the bee colony, there will be a duel between the queens.
The old queen bee is usually defeated by the young queen bee and becomes a loser because of her old age and infirmity. The loser will be driven out of the hive by the winner and eventually starve to death in the wild. If two queen bees are tied together, one of them will only lead some subjects to make a living elsewhere.
The queen bee's only task is to lay eggs. When the queen bee flies out on a clear day, hundreds of drones will follow. Finally, the fastest drone mates with the queen bee. Shortly after mating, this drone died, and other drones who had no chance to mate with the queen bee were rejected by the worker bees and starved to death.
Worker bees are the most industrious bees in the colony. They not only collect and brew honey, but also serve the queen bee, feed young bees, build houses, clean up garbage and watch the door. They are busy flying around all day, finding flowers by their sense of smell, and then they will return to the hive, form a circle or dance the "8"-the circle dance means that the flowers are close to the hive, and the "8" dance means that the flowers are far from the hive. Once an enemy invades, worker bees will rush up and stab the enemy with their tails, and they will soon die. How admirable this heroic sacrifice to defend our homeland is. A group of worker bees can brew dozens of kilograms of honey a year. Honey is used by worker bees to feed young bees and themselves, while royal jelly secreted by worker bees is for queen bees.
Honey contains glucose, fructose and a small amount of protein, minerals, organic acids, enzymes, aromatic substances and vitamins. High nutritional value, edible and medicinal. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is used to treat constipation, cough and other diseases, and can detoxify and reconcile various drugs. It is an indispensable item in people's lives.
The life span of bees is very short: the life span of worker bees is only six months, and the queen bee will die after three years. Although worker bees are busy all their lives, they work hard every day and contribute their strength to the whole bee colony. This spirit of selfless dedication is really worth learning.
I have introduced you so much knowledge about bees. You must know something about bees, right? But the most important thing is not to hurt bees. Only by loving bees can you eat sweet honey.
Writing about bees (Chapter 4) Whenever I eat honey, I think of hardworking bees.
In spring, flowers are in full bloom and bees are busy. Look, what are the bees doing? Ah! It turned out to be honey gathering! Hey, they swooped down, landed on the flowers and began to collect honey. After picking honey, they went home. Putting down the honey, they started again and inherited the honey collection. In one day, they went back and forth like this countless times.
It is said that in order to brew 500 grams of honey, a bee usually flies more than100000 kilometers, which is equivalent to circling the earth three or four times.
What's even more amazing is that bees work hard to make honey, but they eat very little, and most of them are taken away. When people eat honey, they think life is sweet.
In a TV program, I saw shaking honey. When you shake the honey, the attractive honey from Huang Chengcheng comes out, which makes people drool. I immediately took out a can of honey collected by our family, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and couldn't bear to swallow it in one gulp, only taking a sip gently. Ah! The sweet taste aroused my taste buds. It's delicious! I can't help wondering: bees are really hardworking, helping us brew thick honey and making our life as sweet as honey.
Sanitation workers are equally hardworking. They get up at three or four o'clock every day and really clean the streets. The sound of brooms awakened the whole city. All the year round, whether it is windy or rainy or exposed to the hot sun, they all appear on the streets on time and serve the people without regrets. Every day, when we go to bed together, we see clean streets. Whose labor is this? Sanitation workers.
Sanitation workers use their hard work to make our living environment neat, clean and comfortable. Living in such an environment, we feel that life is extremely beautiful and we have endless expectations for the future.
Bees make honey, which makes our life extremely sweet. Sanitation workers work silently, making our living environment extremely clean and our life extremely beautiful!
Bees and sanitation workers are hardworking and selfless, and I admire them!
A composition about writing bees (Part 5) On a sultry Saturday afternoon, I was doing my homework and humming the song "Missing". "Where are you from? My friend ... "At this moment, a bee flew in from the window. I sang and thought, "Little Bee, can't you find your home?" Still afraid to go home and come to my house for one night without picking honey? "
Suddenly a little bee flew to me and circled over my head. I was afraid in my heart and wanted to destroy it quickly. So I brought insecticide and slowly approached the bees. It buzzes, as if to shout "wronged, wronged!" " I'm afraid it will sting me. I don't care about anything. I spray hard. When the bee flies to Zuo Fei, I spray it around. And I couldn't kill it.
After a period of time, I gradually found the law: when bees fly to the left, I spray to the right, and when bees fly to the right, I spray to the left, so I set up several spray circles. "Haha ... you will never fly out of my encirclement again." I am very complacent. At this time, the bees seemed dizzy, so they had to turn around in my spray ring and couldn't fly out. It seems to be struggling desperately, struggling to break through, but to no avail, and finally fell to the ground and died.
After watching the bees fall, I regretted it. I think I killed a little life, a hero. When I sprayed the bee, it didn't wait to die, but stubbornly resisted. Bees are hardworking. It doesn't want to die. Maybe it wants to collect more honey to go home. Seeing it flying over my head, I mistakenly thought it was going to hurt me and sprayed it to death. I think it is as brave and tenacious as the ants in The Hero of the Ant Country!
Writing about bees (Chapter 6) Spring is here again, with flowers in full bloom and colorful. I walked around the hive and got a panoramic view. There is no such thing in heaven! I flapped my wings and rushed into the sea of flowers to start a day's work.
The most beautiful is the rose. I sniffed the tempting smell and concluded that there was a rose at 1 1. I stayed in the air for a while and danced "8" for a while to make sure that my companion found this treasure, so I turned and drove into the land of roses.
I circled in the sky and found that the roses are growing well this year. I plunged into a rose with the most full petals, checked the anthers, then landed on the petals and began to suck pollen. Don't underestimate my work! We bees can not only collect honey, but also help flowers spread pollen. Kill two birds with one stone, why not?
I go home with nectar. Don't underestimate the ability of our bees to find their way. Even though it is 30 kilometers away, we can still find our way home. It was dark, and I flew into the honey storage platform of the hive and vomited into the honey of Artemisia annua in my home. Seeing the golden slurry flowing in, my heart was dark and refreshed. These hand-brewed pure honey will not deteriorate even after 654.38+0 million years!
Just before dawn, before I woke up, I heard a voice. When I flew out of the hive, I suddenly flew into a rage An adult and a group of children are standing outside. I only heard the man vividly say, "bees are man's best friends." They work hard every day, we take their honey, and the bees have no complaints. "
With the praise of human beings, I saw a human wearing a bee-proof gauze slowly coming towards us and seeing an empty jar in his hand. I know today's war is inevitable.
The elder once told me that I can only use the thorns once. Today, I will fight to the end for our home!
Writing about bees (Chapter 7) Spring has come, and swarms of bees fly over the golden fields and gather honey in droves. This reminds me of that sunny March.
On that day, I came to the endless fields and watched groups of bees dancing gently on the golden rape stamens, perhaps looking for a goal! They found the right target and sucked the sweet nectar heartily. Rape flowers danced briskly in the wind, as if to say, "The more you smoke, the fuller my seeds will be!" " "
Bees are very alert. Once someone comes near these flowers, they will make a "buzzing" sound and then fly away. I walked to the field with gentle steps. I lifted the insect net and walked slowly forward. I also seem to feel my heart pounding.
I shuttled through the flowers, and the bees were frightened and ran around. This is a good opportunity to capture! I picked up the bag and pounced on the bees accurately. Got it! I jumped three feet in excitement. Bees struggle in a seamless web. Although there is almost no possibility of escape, it is still flapping its wings without hesitation.
I proudly put the bees carefully in a small and exquisite jar. It jumped up and down as if to knock the lid off. I don't care about it. I admire the prey I caught. I want to make it into a specimen.
The bee rested at the bottom of the bottle for a while, then slammed the bottle cap, but again and again, it failed. The bottle cap won't twist. I don't think it has any motive to escape, and I thought it was abandoned. But before long, it got up and flew assiduously to the bottle cap.
I was shocked by the tenacious perseverance of bees. I picked up the bottle, went to the field and opened the lid. The bee rushed out of the bottle. Seeing it flapping its wings freely, I can't help but feel ashamed of my behavior just now.
A little bee has such a resolute character, let alone a person! I will also learn from the persistent spirit of bees in the future, rise in compromise and move towards success! This little bee inspired me a lot.
Writing about bees (Chapter 8) Bees are the most industrious animals. They use baskets to pick pollen and brew honey before dawn. Therefore, only hard work and unremitting efforts will succeed ...-Inscription
10 2, my mother took my brother and me to visit the Green Expo. In Kaifeng Garden, a man named Qiu Hua seems to have covered the garden with a golden blanket. Looking closely, a person named Qiu Hua is like a vibrant child, with a bright smile, as if to say to every tourist, "Welcome!" "
My brother is a naughty boy. He threw a finished beverage bottle into the trash can. As a result, the range was not well mastered, and the bottle flew into the flower like a wing. Suddenly, a big flower flew ... moth? Butterfly? Take a closer look, ah! This is a big party for bees!
I'm curious, how do bees collect honey? I slowly approached the flowers and attentively observed the process of honey collection by bees: I saw that the bees smelled it with their tentacles first, as if judging whether there was nectar in it; Then it quickly got into the middle of the flower core, as if playing hide and seek; Then it is inserted with that thin and long straw, which should suck honey; It flew out in a short time, and then another flower continued to collect honey like this. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the movements were very skilled! More strangely, I found that although there are five or six flowers on a flower stem, bees only choose three or four of them to collect honey. After my close observation, I understand that bees will not pick flowers that are not fully in bloom!
Bees are not only picky, but also careful! Bees adopt "circuitous tactics" After collecting honey from a big flower, they will come back and check it carefully! Just like when we do our homework, the homework we just finished is flowers picked by bees once; If you don't check, there may be a wrong question, that is, bees miss nectar!
Lovely and hardworking little bee, you can be my teacher. You not only have principles, but also have high demands on yourself, which is worth learning!
Writing about bees (Chapter 9) Bees always collect honey from flowers in my community, and they always make a "buzzing" sound when flying.
How do bees make sounds? At home, I saw bees flapping their wings to make a "buzzing" sound, and mosquitoes and flies also made the same sound when flying. But why don't birds make a sound when they fly? This question confuses me again. I looked it up on the Internet, only to know that bees and other insects make sounds because they constantly flap their wings at high speed during flight, which makes the air vibrate and then make a "buzzing" sound. Therefore, bees make sounds through two pairs of transparent wings. However, I think bees, like other animals, also have sound generators.
I went to a beehive during the holiday to observe how bees make honey, and I also learned a secret: many bees gather in beehives and can make sounds without flapping their wings. So I suspect that there are also problems with the knowledge in textbooks and popular science books. So I began to do experiments.
First of all, I put the wings of bees on the rubber board, and the bees will still make sounds. If I cut off the wings of bees, I can still hear voices. Repeat this for dozens of times, and the bees will still ring. So, why do bees make sounds? For the experiment, I simply put the bees directly on the rubber plate and observed them with a magnifying glass. I observed it for several months before I found a small black spot at the end of the bee's wing. The little black spots trembled and made a sound. If you prick the black spot with a needle, the bees won't bark. What is this black spot? I don't know. I want to study it carefully.
Scientific knowledge is really everywhere. I want to observe more!
Writing about bees (10) Teacher, you are burning your own candle and illuminating others. Teacher, you are a street lamp, which illuminates my learning future; Teacher, you are the engineer in our hearts, paving a road to success for us; Now, teachers are also called gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.
"In the silent night, the stars are shining, and the teacher's window is lit all night, whenever I walk by ..." When I heard this song praising the teacher, the past came to my mind like a flood.
The past is like a dream, hovering in my mind like an angel: I remember one early autumn night, when the teacher was busy for us, she left school unconsciously. Seeing her tireless work in the office, I really want to say, "Teacher, you have worked hard, have a rest!" " For a long time, all the students fell asleep. Teacher, you quietly entered the room again, making no sound at every move, for fear of waking us up. Teacher, you have a heart of gold.
On a hazy night, when the class started, the students were all listening attentively, but my heart flew to the world of TV and amusement park. When I looked up, I saw the stars winking at me. Suddenly, a different star said to me, "Hey, listen carefully in class, don't be distracted, study hard, and the teacher believes you are the best!" " Hearing this wordless sentence, my brain immediately woke up and completed the night's self-study. Later, I learned that it was the bright eyes of the teacher that reminded me.
I finally know that teachers all over the world are tireless and selfless in imparting knowledge to students, aren't they?
Gardeners cultivate the flowers of the motherland, send away groups of talents and educate them into the pillars of the motherland.
Hard gardener, flowers bloom under your cultivation! Teacher, please have a rest!
Composition on Writing Bees (No.1 1) Little Bee was so bored in the bee kingdom that it decided to run away from home and go to a farther place to play.
The little bee packed her bags and left. It flies, flies. Fly to the pond, thought the little bee. Have a rest after flying so far. So the little bee washed her face by the pond and drank some water. But just as the bee was about to leave, a snake quietly approached the bee. The bee found him and had a brainwave. He said, snake, you are so beautiful. Let's go to the pond! The snake was a little suspicious, but happy. He ran to the pond and enjoyed his reflection in the water. Seeing the snake so absorbed, the little bee took the opportunity to escape.
The little bee flew again, flew again! Fly to the cave, thought the little bee. It's cool here and it should be safe. Let's have a rest here. So the little bee sat down in a corner of the cave Just as the little bee was getting ready to sleep, she found a tiger sleeping in another corner of the cave. It turns out that this is a den where small animals dare not approach. The little bee thought, I must run away quickly, or I will be eaten by the tiger.
When the bee carefully tried to escape, it accidentally stepped on a branch and clicked, and the tiger was awakened. The tiger roared: Who disturbed my sleep? The little bee didn't dare to say anything when she saw this. Tiger roared: Don't think I can't see you! The little bee sat at the mouth of the cave, almost scared to fly, but finally escaped.
After two narrow escapes, the little bee returned to the bee kingdom and lamented that it was not as good as being at home.
Write an article about bees in the afternoon (12). I was reading at my desk, and there was silence around me.
Hum, a cry reached my ears. I didn't pay attention at first, but I got bored after a long time. I put down my book and looked inside. I saw a little bee desperately crashing into the window. The lower part of the window is closed, only the upper part is slightly open. The misguided people want to go home. You must break through the gates of hell.
"Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum. Once, twice, three times, and dozens of times in a row, all failed. " Fool, if you fly higher, you can fly out of this half-open window. "I can't help but say to him. But what's the use! He doesn't understand. Just more persistent to break the glass.
After a while. The little bee stopped beating and crawled around on the cold glass. He seems too tired. I don't have the strength to fight anymore. He groaned softly. As if thinking about the reasons for failure.
Will he be discouraged and give up trying? Still waiting for someone else's help? I can't help but want to open the window and give him a hand. But in the end, I took back my raised hand because I firmly believed. Persevere and he will win. Come on, work hard!
In a short time. I found him climbing over the window, all the way to the empty place, his ass pursed. Take a deep breath of fresh air. Those bulging eyes seem to be full of surprises. Ah, he finally flew out!
Look, his golden wings are shining with colorful light. The little bee buzzed and cheered: "I won!" " I won! "
Watch him fade away. I silently blessed: "Fly, fly!" You are a magical little bee! "