Philosophical story: the love between bees and flowers

April is the season of spring, everything is revived, the warm sunshine shines on the earth, and everything is bathed in bright spring. Colorful flowers are in full bloom. Bees fly around among the flowers, diligently collecting pollen from the branches. A little bee was busy among the flowers when suddenly a gust of wind came and the little bee was blown down from the air. He fell straight into the air, and just as he was about to land, he was caught by something. When he saw it, it turned out to be a petal, really close, and almost died.

The bee looked at the flower carefully. She grew up in a dark corner, and the sun seldom visited her. However, wind, frost, rain and snow often patronize her, so there are no other flowers, only she is alone in the dark corner. The bee looked at the flower. In his view, the flower in front of him has a kind of beauty that other flowers don't have, a kind of lonely beauty, an upward beauty, which is a kind of sad beauty. Bees can't help being moved by the beauty of this flower.

The bees greeted the flowers in a friendly way: "Hello!" " Flowers smiled and nodded to him and asked him why he came here. The bee told her the truth and told her that his wing was hurt. But it will be all right soon. The bee told the flower a lot about the outside world. The flower listened quietly and felt that the bee was very happy. They talked a lot and gradually became good friends.

The bees' wings are ready. When he left, Hua Er asked him, "Will you come again tomorrow?"

The bee replied, "I will come again." I won't forget it this time, never. "

The bee said something encouraging to the flowers and left reluctantly. The flower looked at the back of the bee until it disappeared.

The next morning, the bees really came, the flowers were very happy, and the bees were also very happy. The bee said to the flower, "can I pick your pollen?" I want to make honey. " The flower smiled and said, "Of course." They are very happy together.

When the bees finished collecting honey and were ready to leave, the flowers said to him, "Come every day." The bee agreed, then left and flew to the hive.

The bees returned to the hive, and without rest, they hurried to the place where the flowers were. When he arrived, it was already afternoon. At this time, the flowers are resting. The arrival of bees makes the flowers very happy.

The flower asked, "Aren't you tired?"

The bee replied, "I don't feel tired at all with you."

The flower smiled and asked him, "Will you collect pollen from other flowers besides me?"

The bee replied, "I only collect your pollen."

The flowers looked at the bees quietly and were satisfied with their answers.

Bees are collecting pollen, and flowers look at him quietly. Flowers asked him, "Are you so busy every day?" The bee replied, "Yes, I want to be the most diligent bee, so I want to collect more pollen than other bees."

"You have a goal in life, you must be very happy. I really envy you. " The flowers said.

The bee replied, "I have never been happy in Me Before You."

"What else?" The flowers asked again.

"Not anymore." The bee replied.

The flowers said nothing.

This flower grows in a dark corner, where the sun can't shine, but the wind and rain often patronize it, so it's never her turn to fertilize. She also complained, but what can she do? I can only live by myself. In this spring season, she also blooms beautiful flowers.

When the bees finished collecting pollen and wanted to leave, the flowers said to the bees, "When you came, the dust was flying, which brought me happiness;" You left in a hurry and took my heart. When can I keep up with your incessant footsteps? "

The bee comforted her, "I'll be back soon." Then he turned and flew away.

Bees and flowers meet more and more times and spend more and more time together, so that both of them can't see each other's inner panic for a moment. Every time the bees leave, the flowers stare at the far-away back of the bees, giving birth to a sense of melancholy in their hearts.

Finally, one day, the bee got up the courage and said to the flower, "I want to be with you forever." The flowers hung their heads shyly.

Good flowers don't bloom often, and beautiful scenery doesn't exist often. Flowers and bees are happy most of the time, but there is a trace of sadness in the happiness of flowers. Turtles can live for a thousand years, bees can live for a while, and the life span of flowers is very short, only a few days at most. Perhaps the most beautiful time of flowers is the moment when their lives are coming to an end. The owner of the flower often comes over, carefully looks at the flowers he planted and counts the date of listing. (m.taiks.com) The other flowers are very excited. They feel that they can finally put it in someone else's luxurious room, and they don't need wind, rain and sun. They dream of it, but this flower is getting more and more anxious.

Finally, the flower said sadly to the bee, "Take me away." The bee said to her, "No, I haven't become the most diligent bee." When I finish, we can be together with dignity. "The flowers saw his one eye and said nothing.

In the morning, the owner of the flower came again. He came across such a beautiful flower blooming under the cover of branches and leaves. He couldn't help marveling. He is going to cut it down tomorrow morning and take it to the market for sale, hoping to get a good price.

Flowers are getting more and more anxious. At this moment, she hopes that the bees will appear immediately and take her away from this place and fly away. Time goes by, and the flowers are anxiously waiting for the bees to appear.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual, and the morning glow passed through the treetops and through the thin morning fog. The worm is still awake, and the dew is still hanging on the grass.

A new day has begun.

The florist got up early, and he came straight here with a pair of scissors in his hand. However, bees have not appeared until now. Finally, with infinite regret and attachment, the flowers were cut off from the branches by the flower farmers.

Finally, the bee came, and he flew from the familiar path as usual. However, he didn't see the flowers, only a lonely petal hung on the branch, and dew was hung on the white petal, which was crystal clear. He flew over and looked at the white petals. He cried sadly. Only now did he know how much he loved flowers. Looking at the white petals, he couldn't help crying.

It began to rain, and the bees still stayed by the petal and refused to leave. His wings were wet with rain and could not be unfolded. A gust of wind blew, and the petals fell to the ground with the bees. The bees squatted beside the petals, motionless.

Different people have different interpretations of love. Some people regard it as a lifelong dream to pursue, some people regard it as a game to play, some people regard it as a bargaining chip, some people regard it as an extension of desire, and some people even use it to write sexy articles to maintain their lives. So what is love? Maybe everyone has their own different interpretations.