Bee composition

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are six bee compositions that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to share.

Bees collect honey for human beings every day, but they never enjoy the fruits of their labor. When we drink sweet bee syrup, you can think about the hard work of bees. Some people may think that the life experience of bees is very sad, but I don't think so. There is only one thought in the bee's mind: helping others and being happy.

Pick honey! Pick honey! The honey squeezed out is fragrant and sweet, but have they enjoyed it themselves? They enjoy something sweeter than honey-the value of dedication. Bees are very common. Bees are extraordinary.

Bee composition 2 is very beautiful.

One day, Grandpa Sun just woke up, and before he could show his red smiling face, a hardworking little bee flew to Taohua Mountain with its small flower basket. Peach blossom with a small pink face welcomes it. The little bee began to work before it had time to rest. It kept flapping its wings, only to see it fly from one flower to another and stick its head into the flower to suck pollen desperately.

Just as it was working hard, a gorgeous flower flew from a distance and circled among the flowers, as if to show its beautiful dance. When it saw the bees collecting pollen here, it flew over and proudly said to the bees, "Look how beautiful my wings are!" " Do you think I am the most beautiful insect? "The little bee sincerely said to China," Yes, you are the most beautiful, but beautiful wings are not enough. You must have a pair of hardworking hands. " Hua was a little unhappy, and then asked, "You picked so much pollen, can you eat it all?" "The little bee said," I want people to eat my honey, so I want to collect a lot of pollen. Come and collect pollen with me! " Hua quickly said shyly, "I'm not as stupid as you, brewing honey for mankind." I am so tired, and it will stain my beautiful wings! " ! You'd better play hide and seek with me! "The little bee said," I think labor is a happy thing. "I want to collect pollen, you go and find someone else to play with!" The butterfly said impatiently, "OK, OK, I'm going to play with my good partner." The flower was about to fly away when suddenly a net fell from the sky and caught the flower. I just heard a little boy say to his mother, "Mom, look, how beautiful this butterfly is!" " I want to make it a butterfly specimen. "

It turns out that people like the hard work of bees, so they don't hurt them. At the same time, people also like the beauty of butterflies, but they should catch it and let it be appreciated.

Bees and butterflies are coming in spring! Spring is coming! Green grass, green leaves and colorful flowers gather together like a market. It attracts hardworking bees and beautiful butterflies. I saw a little bee carrying a small bucket and a small spoon in his hand, flying to the winter jasmine to collect pollen, and then collecting pollen on a small wild flower. Soon the bucket was full of honey, so he sent it home at once, so he came and went and was busy.

However, the little butterfly shuttles through the grass in a flowered skirt, throwing handkerchiefs for a while, playing hide-and-seek for a while, and resting in her sister's arms when she is tired. The little bee saw it and said, "Sister Butterfly, let's gather honey together!" " ! This honey is fresh! The little butterfly listened and said, "this little fool, the weather is really good today." What's the point of picking honey all day if you don't get over it soon? "Then they began to play again. The little bee had nothing to say and flew away with the bucket.

Uncle pear tree spoke: "Little butterfly, little bee is right. Let's go to work so that we won't be hungry in winter. " However, the little butterfly still wouldn't listen. They began to play hide-and-seek again, hiding under the leaves and among the flowers. They had a good time!

Warm spring passed, hot summer passed in the children's frolicking, autumn girl slipped away in a blink of an eye, and winter came with the roar of the north wind. Little bees hide in warm hives and eat their own honey. But the little butterfly hid under the yellow leaves and shivered in the cold wind. They thought, if I had known this, I should have listened to Uncle Bee and Uncle Pear, alas!

I have read such a story that a bee thinks that it has done a lot, but it can get very little honey. It thinks that everyone is unfair to it and forgets its credit. But other bees think everyone is fair. The bee decided to walk away and see what other bees could do.

I think it's ridiculous. This bee seems too arrogant and pays too much attention to its own advantages. I feel that if it leaves, other bees can't save it. This story has no ending. Perhaps, after he left, bees can still live a normal life and live a better life. They can reduce a bee's food, get more honey by themselves, and don't have to listen to bees' complaints every day.

However, in this way, mistakes that seem ridiculous to us often happen to us. This kind of mistake comes from the depths of the soul, a kind of arrogance, a kind of haggle over every ounce, but also a kind of vanity.

This reminds me of one thing. One afternoon, I passed a hotel and heard a noise coming from inside. Groups of people got together and quarreled with a young man. I stepped forward curiously to see what they were arguing about, only to hear the young man shout, "You profiteer, I have done so many things in one day, but you only pay me as much as them." What is the reason? " A middle-aged man in a suit and tie and glasses came forward: "You have as much work as others, so you have to get a raise when you are asked to serve dishes? It is your pleasure that I give you a job here. " On the one hand, a waiter in a white chef's suit leaned over and said, "Yes, no one works less than you!" " "Everyone is arguing, creating chaos, and some people even fight. Fortunately, the "war" was quelled by good people.

Let's get this straight. The reason is that the young man thinks that he has done more than others, and hopes that the boss will pay him more. But the boss felt that everyone was fair and there was no need for a raise, which caused a dispute. Obviously, the young man's approach is unreasonable. No one can prove that he has done more than others and is unfair to others. Even adults can make such mistakes, let alone children.

I think everyone has vanity. The key is to see if you can control it and prevent it from expanding. Once inflated, it will drown your kind heart. Vanity is a deadly thing, bee. The young man may lose his old job because of vanity. So, what do you think of such things in life?

On weekends, my parents and I drove back to my grandmother's house. The sky outside the window is blue and picturesque, the air is so fresh and the sky is so clear.

It is far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and everything is so quiet and peaceful, except for some birds flying around. I always want to sing a song to express my joy.

The car is moving slowly on the highway. In order to smell the hard-won "fragrance of the field", I opened the window and "buzz, buzz". At this time, a bee flew over the window and stopped on the pink wildflowers on the roadside. I quickly asked my father to stop the car and squatted on the side of the road to observe the bees carefully. Look, the little bee is really focused on collecting honey. I was too close to it, and it didn't notice.

Don't underestimate this lovely little thing. Although it's not as gorgeous as a butterfly, it's interesting to look at it carefully. Its hairy body is striped like a tiger, its golden wings seem to be a gift from heaven, and its tail has a sharp "knife", which seems to be timely defending against the enemy's sneak attack. The constantly vibrating tentacles must be calling its partner.

In a short time, the little bee "ate and drank enough" with sweet honey and flapped its wings and flew away. Maybe the bees left in a hurry and wanted to send the collected pollen home quickly. The honey brewed by bees all their lives can't be eaten by themselves. They store honey so that future generations can reproduce and we humans can taste delicious honey.

I gently recited Luo Yin's "Bees": No matter the flat land or Shan Ye, the infinite scenery is occupied, and the flowers are picked into honey. Whoever works hard is sweet.

I can't help thinking of my grandfather, isn't he? He is an ordinary and simple farmer, and his grandfather has been doing farm work all his life. Every time I come to my grandmother's house, my grandfather always works in the field until dinner, and then he comes back tired.

Spring has come and everything is reviving. This is the busiest season for farmers. My grandfather rolled up his trouser legs high, worked tirelessly in the fields, plowed the fields and transplanted rice ... My grandfather was only one of thousands of ordinary farmers in Qian Qian, but it was they who raised us with hard work.

Ah, I admire you-hardworking and simple bees, just like my grandfather, are ordinary and great spokesmen!

The bee family lives among flowers, and their life is very happy. 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 is very happy, singing "Buzz, buzz, I am a hardworking little bee-".

I am a little bee, and I play the role of honey collector in the whole bee family.

I am a little ugly, and there are many fine hairs on my yellow body. The head is very big, as if hiding a lot of wisdom. There is a needle on my ass, and this needle has a small hook attached to my kidney, so I won't use it to attack the enemy who invaded our bees unless I have to.

I get up early every day, carry a small flower basket, and go to the flower garden with my friends to collect honey. The honey we collect is a very nourishing nutrient, which is often used by human beings to enhance their physique and has the reputation of "milk for the elderly"; Bee pollen is called "mini-nutrition bank"; Royal jelly has the best nutrition. It can not only prolong life, but also enhance immunity and make people healthier.

Besides collecting honey every day, the job of pollinating flowers also falls to us honey collectors. Pollination of flowers every day will allow us to have more pollen and collect more honey, and at the same time, it will also increase the fruit and vegetable output of farmers by several times or even twenty times.

I can provide six grams of honey for human beings at most in my life. I have to visit 1 100 to 1400 flowers to complete each honey bag. A bag of honey is the size of my stomach.

Every member of the bee worked all his life until he died of old age. My partner and I should learn from our predecessors and dedicate our short life to the cause of bee labor.