The villages in my hometown are surrounded by mountains, with dense vegetation and full of green. There are many species, which are thriving from spring to autumn and full of flowers, which are most suitable for bee breeding and brewing. Around Fiona Fang, there are many people who work hard and take care of beekeeping. The third master in the village is a famous beekeeper nearby.
The season of May in the lunar calendar is late spring and early summer. After hibernating, bees have experienced the spring when flowers are in full bloom and honey sources are widely distributed. Because of a large number of breeding, the hive is overcrowded, and the newborn queen bee needs to take them to find another place to settle down, breed and brew nectar. They will take advantage of the unprepared opportunity of beekeepers to stage an "escape and chase" war between beekeepers and the bees in their nests. In the eyes of young people at that time, it was no less than a thrilling intelligent war full of passion and challenges.
Third Master is tall and speaks loudly. Although he doesn't know a few words, he is very popular. He can get along best with his grandchildren and sometimes make fun of each other. He is also a restless man, who likes beekeeping at ordinary times and is recognized as a master of beekeeping. Especially when his bees run away, or catch bees that accidentally come to the door, the shouts can be heard two or three miles away. At that time, my friends and I were only in Grade One and Grade Two. Children in the mountains are too wild to like how to go to school, and they are coaxed and scared by their parents and teachers. They were imprisoned in a ruined temple all day and lived a school life.
Although at school, my heart is flying. Once I endured four boring Chinese arithmetic classes, and by the time I had lunch after school, I was already hungry, bored and listless. Walking halfway home in a trance, I heard the familiar shouts of Third Master and saw the dust rising from time to time in mid-air. Oh, it's Third Master picking bees again! At that time, everyone was bored and in high spirits, hanging their schoolbags sideways and shouting and running. Pingwa, who often plays truant, also takes his precious birdcage with a yellow-billed sparrow in it. I don't know which tree he got out of, but he joined us in a panic and ran to the place where Third Master picked bees. Beside him is the brave and lovely dog "Hei Hu", who dares to fight with the jackal and run with Huaner.
Third Master is totally embarassed and in a hurry. He just put down his shoulders and carried a bee fight made of bamboo, risking being stung. He also carried wickerwork's flat basket, which contained half a basket of kang ash, and grabbed the kang ash in his right hand and scattered it into the air one by one. Clouds of gray fog were raised in the clear sky, much like the scene when the mine exploded in the movie "Mine War", chasing and intercepting the bees that were about to escape, muttering "The queen bee is fighting!" "The queen bee fights!" The sound is long and bright. Countless bees are flying in the sky, buzzing and anxious, like erratic clouds, on the rampage.
From time to time, a single bee swooped over and flew past everyone's eyes and ears, scaring everyone to dodge as much as possible. In the meantime, it was stung by a burnt bee and screamed in pain, but this did not affect everyone's interest and enthusiasm at all. Everyone is really worried about the third master, and he can't help but lengthen his tone. The third master of prosody shouted, "The queen bee is fighting!" "The queen bee fights!" Immature children's voices echoed over and over again between heaven and earth, across the valley, flying to the mountains and spreading to the distance. Some older people joked with the third master and shouted, "The queen bee enters the bucket and spins out!" "I was so angry that the third master scolded and stared, threatening that whoever shouted again would not give him honey to eat on August 15th.
Under the siege of the third master's indiscriminate bombing of Kanghui one after another, and under the enthusiastic cry of everyone one after another, the bees gradually gathered like a spell and gradually quieted down. Led by the queen bee, it slowly approached the old pear tree growing on the ridge of the field. Third Master will lean against the tree with a bee pole more than three feet long. At this time, bees kept coming in and out of the bucket. Gradually, more and more bees flew in with the queen bee who lured them to escape privately, one after another, and they gathered together.
When the bees stopped flying around and hung quietly into a ball, the third master laid the wicker dustpan prepared in advance flat on the ground, gently took the bee bucket off the bee pole and buckled it on the dustpan, and the battle of collecting bees was finally completed. In the evening, the third master will put the bees in the bucket into the prepared beehive by moonlight. Sweat trickled down Third Master's dusty face. He looked radiant, comfortable and satisfied. He lit a pot of dry tobacco leaves and smoked leisurely. The air was filled with the pungent and choking smell of tobacco.
Everyone has forgotten hunger, and they want more. After Sanye smoked a pot of dry cigarettes, they followed him to the place where Sanye kept bees, squatting beside the beehive surrounded by logs and hollowed out in the middle, and listening to Sanye's story about bees with relish. What are queen bees, worker bees, female bees and male peaks? They have different habits and different division of labor, and they specialize in detecting how bees from flower sources dance in different postures. Let's take a closer look at the difference between busy bees coming in and out.
And repeatedly told, don't make the bee angry, it will die of heartbreak after attacking and stinging in self-defense. Everyone stared at the homing bees' hind legs wrapped in pollen, returned home with full load, got into the hive, covered with yellow pollen, climbed out of the entrance of the hive, hurried out of the hive team, disappeared like a sharp arrow before opening the bow, and went to collect pollen again. Looking at the bees picking flowers in the garden, my heart is full of fantasy, mystery, emotion and sweetness. I imagine that with the sincere cooperation of the peaks, sweet and delicious honey will gather into many, and it seems that honey will slowly flow out of the mouth of the hive. I feel pity and awe for those who buzz around me and seem to be attacking, and I dare not slap my face casually, just exhale hard to blow the bees away. Sometimes I look so absorbed and daydream so much that I forget to go to school.
In the spring and summer when the weather is clear and the scenery is pleasant, from time to time in sunny afternoons, such a bee-picking battle will be encountered again and again. The bees adopted by Third Master will continue to grow to twenty or thirty nests and be kept in sunny places under the roof. In autumn, bees will bring him a lot of income, and also bring us the benefits we deserved in childhood, and bring the sweet happiness of dipping honey into steamed buns in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Because of my love for bees, as long as I see extraordinarily bright flowers and clear springs, I always hope that bees can find them, collect them and brew sweet and pleasant pine nectar.
Later, I grew up slowly, felt something and was inspired. I consciously or unconsciously used the spirit of bees in my study and work. I even think that today's life and work are inextricably linked with bees. Up to now, eating moon cakes and tasting honey in the Mid-Autumn Festival after the Mid-Autumn Festival will remind me of the interesting childhood memories of helping Sanye pick bees when I was a child and observing bees with my mind. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night this year, I have more thoughts and more thoughts. I want to see the post-disaster reconstruction address of the court before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I see the leisurely villagers in the market shouting to sell honey. Now they are in middle age and often skip classes. From the conversation, I learned that despite the hardships, he is still persistent, calm, eager and satisfied with life. I usually hear too many complaints and even grievances about fame and fortune, too many helplessness and entanglements about life, and I am used to insincerity, so I will think about his sincere, indifferent and simple local feelings and feel a real touch.
"I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight." Standing in front of the window, staring at the clear and poetic moonlight and the sparse and mottled tree shadows, people can't help thinking. In fact, living a rich life is happiness; Seeing a simple and clear peace is also a kind of happiness; It is a kind of happiness to have a trace of concern in my heart. Different attitudes towards life will lead to different feelings, and mentality is the most important.