A poem about bees.

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? -"Bees" Author: Luo Yin

Liu Fei wears flowers like an arrow and flies like a meteor. A small body can carry loads, and thin wings can ride the wind. -Wu Cheng's Singing Bees

On February 2nd, spring outing to the riverside, the spring breeze and sunny and warm music are melodious. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. -Li Shangyin "February 2"

One after another, there are swarms of bees. Four waves of whales swallow each other, and five mountains collapse. -"Gap" Author: Zhang Bi

Small bodies can carry loads, sweet people can work for the world, and sugar can be skillfully made. Ode to the Bee Wu Ming and Cheng En.

Making honey all day long is exhausting, enough to sweep away thousands of delicate breasts. Tang Qianqi, Honey Spleen and Buddha Bees

Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. Don

On the stamens, bees and wind fall to pick pine nuts, and the honey room is frozen and cut in cold weather. Du fu in Tang dynasty

Bees don't eat people, and the high therapeutic value is to feed on hops. Not busy making honey, but busy picking honey, which is full of flowers. Song Yang Wanli

The situation is that after the flowers bloom, there are no flowers, and the bees are very busy. From now on, you will collect honey and become a house. -Cat's "Autumn spearmint"