One day, I was lying under a big tree and had a dream. I dreamed that I was blown into a forest by a strange wind. Looking at it again, I became a bee. The lower body is yellow, the tail is black and there is a small thorn, haha! I really turned into a little bee!
I came to the bee village, where all bees have their own jobs. On weekends, all the bees will get together and taste their hard-earned honey, and I will soon be integrated with them. It's really fun to play with everyone. Isn't this the harmony and happiness that human beings have been longing for?
Today, I have to go to work again. I want to collect honey in a bucket. Those bees took me to a big garden. Wow! How beautiful! A beautiful big flower is red, pink and purple. Colorful, there are many kinds of flowers. Look! There are roses, Chinese rose, sunflowers, carnations ... among them, there are hundreds of roses. I am very happy to work here! I started picking honey like everyone else. A day later, I picked a bucket full of honey. They all praised me for learning quickly and picking a lot. I smiled happily.
"Ding Ding Ding" alarm clock rang, thinking of my dream at night, thinking: If I were really a bee, how wonderful it would be!
2. The third-grade composition "A Wandering Bee" after bee injury is a short article, which mainly tells the story of a bee who was dissatisfied with the reward he got and finally left the group.
After reading this article, I immediately thought of Hawking, a great scientist. Fate was unfair to him, but he faced it bravely. What a contrast this is with the little bee!
This wandering bee also reminds me of a memory.
It was a cold winter with heavy snow, which soon covered the low grass. I put on platform shoes and wool gloves and skipped out to play with my friends.
I found them soon. We discussed it and thought we should do something meaningful. The result of the vote was to help adults sweep the snow.
We each took a shovel and a broom, ready to start sweeping the snow. Our friends are divided into several groups, Nannan and I, in pairs. Our group re-divided: two people shoveled the snow, and Nannan and I swept the snow.
At first, we all did well, and several adults praised Nannan and me. We are both very happy, only Shuangshuang is not very happy. I think: maybe the adults didn't praise her, but they didn't care too much.
After a while, Shuangshuang came to me and asked me to chat with her. I promised, and Nannan came running happily.
Both of them stared at me and said, "I am the hardest. Why don't adults praise me? " I laughed, so she was jealous! I said softly, "Who knows, besides, shoveling snow is similar to sweeping snow." "Yes," Nannan also chimed in.
Both of them were angry and blushed. They said word for word, "I'll see how much you can sweep." Then she dropped the shovel and ran away without looking back. It was dark and she didn't see her come back.
You see, Shuangshuang is like a little bee. They are as headstrong and self-righteous. We should be selfless and considerate of others, not selfish like bees. Otherwise, you will be abandoned by the group.
3. Continue to write a composition of about 100 words about bees. Where did all three bees fly? Where did the three bees go?
Today, the teacher talked about Lesson 14 "Bees". At the end of the article, the teacher asked the students a question: "Fables walked more than two miles with twenty bees and flew back seventeen." Where are the other three bees? "
Soon, some students raised their little hands high.
A classmate said, "I'm lost." She blinked as she spoke, as if to give the teacher a satisfactory answer.
Another student said, "The text says that two bees flew back the first day and fifteen bees flew back the next day. Maybe three bees will fly back on the third and fourth days. "
Another classmate said, "I learned from extracurricular books that bees can dance, communicate with their peers, and maybe they have made other good friends."
I thought about it. Are you lost? It is said that bees have the ability to tell the direction and will not get lost. Maybe they met more honey sources, settled in a new home there and didn't want to come back.
The teacher is very satisfied with our answer.
I am a little bee, and I often fly around among flowers to collect honey. But one day, I can't pick honey.
I remember that day, I was just about to go out to pick honey, and a foul smell came on my face, and I fainted on the grass. When I woke up slowly, I found a lot of rubbish discarded by people around me. There are white lunch boxes, packaging bags of various colors, and some various beverage bottles, and the fragrant and charming flowers have withered at ordinary times. I quickly flew to a very high place and saw everything in front of me. I can't believe my eyes. Almost all the tall trees in the forest have been cut down, and the river has become turbid and full of white foam. There are many small fish with small bellies on the river, because these small fish drink unclean water and slowly die.
Many of my partners also died slowly because they were not used to such a bad living environment. Seeing all this, I was very sad and wanted to cry. Friends, take action! Protect our earth together! Let's go back to the happy and beautiful life before!
5. Desperate little bees. The little bees' family lives among the flowers, and they live a happy life. There are grandma bee, grandpa bee, dad bee, grandma bee, brother bee, sister bee and little bee.
One day, they held a unique "honey contest". Grandpa and grandma bee are the judges, and the other bees are the contestants. When the whistle sounded, the players quickly flapped their wings and flew into the flowers.
Although Burt's Bee is participating in this competition for the first time, it is not inferior to other contestants. This is also the result of working hard to learn skills from adults on weekdays. I saw little bees buzzing among the flowers. It stayed on the Chinese rose and dug up all the nectar with its small shovel. After picking this piece, it flew to peony and morning glory. The rose was stabbed when it was picked, but it endured the pain and sent the honey home. Time is up! Everyone is buzzing again. Little bee won the third place! It was very happy and sang, "Buzz, buzz, I am a hardworking little bee."
6. The bees are really beautiful. 200-word reference: Little Bee Spring Girl has come. She is dressed up with flowers everywhere, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In this beautiful season, you often see a small animal, carrying two small buckets, going out in the morning and going home at night, humming a cheerful song. You must have guessed what small animal it is, that is, hardworking little bee.
They have a pair of powerful wings and a black striped vest on their yellow bodies. The tail is pointed and there is a thorn in it, which seems to be ready at any time. If anyone dares to bully it, stab him in a big bag.
What does the little bee do flying around all day? I decided to follow them. I locked a little bee and quietly followed it to the flowers. I think it must be out for fun.
I saw it stop on a beautiful red flower, and its feet moved quickly in the center of the flower like a brush, brushing one flower after another. Soon the next two barrels were filled with pollen.
It took the pollen all over it and went home happily singing. After a while, it came out again and the pollen was gone.
It is busy planting flowers again. It turns out that this bee came out to work, not to play.
It is said that each bee can only live for three or four months, but they collect honey outside every day, from morning till night. They really put their limited lives into infinite work. Although the little bees only have such a short life, they are still trying.
Their hard-working spirit is worth learning.
7. Write a fairy tale around the grass, bees, chickens and ants. In the third grade, there lived little ants, bees and butterflies in a meadow full of flowers.
Every morning, the little ants will climb out of their nests, look for food everywhere, and then move the food back to their nests one by one. Bees are also busy collecting nectar every day when the sun rises and storing it in their own homes.
Where are the butterflies? Opening your eyes every day means spreading your beautiful wings and flying around among the flowers. Fly left, fly right.
"Little ant, what are you doing?" The butterfly asked, "I am ... I am moving food ... otherwise there will be nothing to eat in winter." Out of breath, the little ant replied, "Oh, it's spring now, so enjoy it. What's the hurry! " Butterfly sneers: "You can move more if you move early ... you can eat more in winter!" " The little ant replied, "then you can move!" "It's really boring ~ I want to play in good weather!" The butterfly flew in the distance while answering, flying and flying, tired of flying, and stopped on a beautiful flower, just in time to see the bees busy collecting nectar. "bee bee, what are you doing?" Butterfly asks: "I collect nectar ~ The nectar that gets up in the morning is the freshest and most delicious!" " Hehe .. The bees answered, "Play with me for a while!"! The weather is really good today ... it should be used to fly among flowers! " The butterfly said, "You play! I don't have such beautiful wings, so I'd better collect more nectar for the winter! " The bees kept picking honey as they answered.
"Hum! You are so boring! I don't know how to enjoy this beautiful sunshine! " The butterfly turned its head and flew away. Day after day, little ants are moving food every day, bees are collecting flowers and honey every day, butterflies are flapping their beautiful wings every day, and it is winter in a blink of an eye. The flowers outside have withered and the grass has withered.
Little ants are eating delicious food in their nests, and bees are drinking delicious honey at home. Where are the butterflies? Shredded in a withered flower, beautiful big wings can no longer flap.
8. Little Bee and Xiaohua write a 350-word composition [Continue to write the composition of "Mud Girl" for 350 words] Little Bee went to the forest to find his savior, the little girl, and continued to write the composition of "Mud Girl" for 350 words.
Little bee asks Grandpa Tree: Grandpa Tree, have you seen a little girl? Uncle grandpa said: no! Little bee meets a bird: Sister Bird, have you seen a little girl? The bird said: no! The little bee went to ask the grass again: Grass, have you seen a little girl? The grass said: No! The little bee went to ask Xiaohua again: Sister Xiaohua, have you seen a little girl? Sister Xiaohua said: No! Although the bee is disappointed, he is still looking for the composition "Continue to write the composition of the mud girl in 350 words" in the third grade of primary school. The little bee went to ask Tiger Brother again: Tiger Brother, have you seen a little girl? Don't! The answer is the same again.
Although the little bee didn't find the little girl, it firmly believed that it would succeed as long as it worked hard. It is still looking for the little girl.
Grade three: Li.
9. The third grade composition of primary school: The adventure of bee going home 300 words The adventure of bee going home I am a happy little bee.
Collect nectar from beautiful flowers. Especially in spring, spring is full of flowers and flowers are blooming.
However, good times are always so short and unforgettable. Once, the vendor in the shop asked my friends to leave the beautiful garden one by one.
One night, I played with my friends. Unfortunately, my friend and I were caught by the peddler and we were put in exquisite boxes. I kept struggling, struggling and shouting, "Help, help, let me out."
However, my voice is too low for people to hear at all. At this moment, I felt a little movement in the box. I was bought by a child.
He opened the box and I wanted to fly out, but I was locked in the box for too long and I couldn't fly. My children take me to school and always take me out to play after class. How sad I am! A teacher saw it, took me there and opened all the boxes.
Some of us fly and some climb. I flew like hell, and finally I flew. We are free! I turned to the teacher and said, "Thank you, goodbye!" " "Then I flew to the beautiful garden.
Since then, we have lived a free and happy life.