The story composition of bees is 600 words

A 200-word composition tells the story of a little bee.

In the animal world, a group of small animals are busy with their work every day. Everyone praised it as a diligent messenger version and a lively and lovely little bee. The little bee has a round head, dark eyes, a sweet mouth, a small and exquisite body, thin hands and feet, but a small poisonous needle is hidden in its tail. Don't underestimate this poisonous needle. If the bee is fierce, I will stab you. Every spring season, we often see a few bees flying around, wandering back and forth, flying to this flower for a while and then to that flower. Hard-working bees are always humming and singing happily, without any trouble. They are busy until autumn, when they collect pollen, but the nectar is ready. Winter is coming, and the north wind is whimpering. I'm going to start looking for bee's home. I found traces of bees in a cluster of flowers. I opened it. Wow, a big garden appeared in front of me. This is the home of the little bees. They are all hidden in the flowers. Little bee, you have worked hard to spread pollen for flowers and brew nectar for people. Your selfless dedication and helpful spirit are worth learning from all of us!

(2) Ask ants, frogs and bees to write stories.

In a meadow full of flowers, there lived little ants, bees and butterflies.

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?" Butterfly asked

"I'm ... I'm moving food ... otherwise I won't have anything to eat in winter," replied the little ant breathlessly.

"Oh, it's just spring. You should enjoy it. What are you in a hurry! " The butterfly sneered.

"If you move early, you can move more ... you can eat more in winter!" The little ant replied.

"Then you move! It's really boring ~ I want to play in good weather! " The butterfly answered while flying in the distance.

The butterfly flew and flew, tired of flying, and stopped on a beautiful flower, just to see the bees busy collecting nectar.

"bee bee, what are you doing?" Butterfly asked

"I collect nectar ~ the nectar that gets up in the morning is the freshest and most delicious! Hehe .. "The bee answered while collecting.

"Play with me! The weather is really good today ... it should be used to fly among flowers! " Said the butterfly.

"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? Shrugging on a withered flower, the beautiful big wings can no longer be fanned. ...

Please adopt! Thank you very much.

⑶ Observe 600 words of bee composition.

Cloisonne sky draws a reunion leaf for the towering phoenix tree, and the new moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Granular stars, small white flowers that seem to overflow from the fingers of angels, are embedded in the sky like gems. However, they are still dancing, emitting crystal light and falling from the ice-like sky like snow.

The Milky Way is horizontal. Is love in the sky also isolated? Blessed is the Lingque in Kuroha, which builds a bridge for lovesick cows and girls to meet each other every year.

What about her nostalgia, like a lost bird wandering in this sighing night sea, or a memory, or a hope tangled between her toes like a red thread, and her light wings are getting heavier and heavier because of fatigue, and she can't see the green island: can you not get tired of this distant and hopeless journey?

Her head drooped feebly again.

Her white hand touched the stone and seemed to want to support it. A wisp of cold and slender brown snake crawled straight into her heart from her fingertips, slowly curled up in a circle, and her thin tail trembled as if she had a warm resting place. Under the steps, a plane leaf fell quietly, her shoulders stirred up slightly, and her skirts brushed the edge of the withered stone, making a cold sound. The doubt is that her soul fell into darkness silently.

Her hand touched her temple dreamily. As a result, the bitterness and heat in my heart rose, and big tears slipped from my eyes to the beautiful eyelash tips, condensed into delicate particles and mellow light, such as the white dew on the grass, falling silently and irretrievably. ...

Just under the steps covered with moss and without traces of masonry, begonia sprouted. Two petals are round and bulging, like a wine disaster between the cheeks of a rose, and two petals are long and stretched, like the wings of an admiring insect. The leaves are green and the back is red. With the light hair, the stem of vermilion fell obliquely from the foundation of the stone, like holding an old sweet story.

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There is only one bright moon.

Accompany me into the breeze

In a dream

(4) The story composition of birds and bees has a score of 400 in the fourth grade.

On a clear morning in Wan Li, an industrious bee is collecting honey from flowers. ...

At this time, he saw a big red apple on a green apple tree in an orchard not far away, and he stared at it intently. A bird flew by and smelled a faint fragrance. It stopped in a big tree and stared at the big apple for a long time. ...

Suddenly, the apple fell from the tree with a splash and fell to the ground. The bee saw it and flew in a hurry. The bird turned around and saw the apple fall to the ground and flew past like a sharp arrow. "This is the first thing I saw. It should be mine! " The bee cried. The bird said angrily, "I flew here first." This apple is obviously mine! " Sister Furong listened and said, "You are all at fault. Should we apologize to each other? "? !" Bees and birds can't believe it, so they go to heaven to judge.

The sky said, "if you have something good, you must share it." If you have something good, you should eat it with your friends. You can't be selfish! " "The bees and birds blushed and bowed their heads at aunt Sky's words.

5. Write a story about me and Feng, Feng and Bee.

On Sunday, I do my homework at home. Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound, looked up and found a little bee flying inside. I thought, "It's so cold in winter, how did it survive?" So, I quietly followed.

The little bee flew all the way to the back of my house, stopped in the flowers to collect honey, and then flew to another place. I said to myself, "Little bees won't get lost, will they?" Suddenly, the little bee flew higher and higher and rushed into a group of leaves on the roadside tree. What should I do with it? I took a few quick steps forward, looked at the tree again and again, and found a yellow and black thing like baby hat. Ah, it turned out to be a beehive.

This hive is well built. There are leaves on the top, front, back, left and right of the nest, so it can't rain and the wind can't blow in. If you don't see bees flying here and don't look carefully, it's not easy to be found. I thought, "Little Bee should have put a lot of thought into it! Nature is really wonderful!

[6] The Story Between Me and Little Bee 420 Composition

On Sunday, I do my homework at home. Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound and looked up to find a little bee flying. I thought, "It's so cold in winter. How did it survive? " So, I quietly followed.

The little bee flew all the way to the back of my house, stopped in the flowers to collect honey, and then flew to another place. I said to myself, "Little bees won't get lost, will they?" Suddenly, the little bee flew higher and higher and rushed into a group of leaves on the roadside tree. What should I do with it? I took a few quick steps forward, looked at the tree again and again, and found a yellow and black thing like baby hat. Ah, it turned out to be a beehive.

This hive is well built. There are leaves on the top, front, back, left and right of the nest, so it can't rain and the wind can't blow in. If you don't see bees flying here and don't look carefully, it's not easy to be found. I thought, "Little Bee should have put a lot of thought into it! Nature is really wonderful!

(7) The topic of the composition is the story of me and the bee newspaper.

Me and bees

At noon, I went to school happily humming the song I just learned. Just out of the village, I suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from the front. I looked up and it turned out to be a swarm of bees. I was shocked: there are so many bees. When I get to the bridge, my face will be stung into a big cat.

The more I think about it, the more scared I am, and I dare not move. But when I look at my watch, it's past 1, and I'll be late if I dawdle any longer. I am worried and helpless. I had no choice but to bite the bullet, cover my face with my hands and run to the bridge. The wind is ringing in my ears, and bees are flying around in the air, hitting me one by one and flying by me. Strangely, it didn't hurt me. At this time, I remembered what my mother had told me before: "When you meet a bee, as long as you don't touch it, it won't sting you." Because when a bee stings a person, it will lose a very short life. It stings to protect itself. "It's true.

At this moment, a bee accidentally bumped into my face, and I held it in my hand: This little bee is really cute. A chubby body and watery eyes are really interesting. Those thin wings folded neatly behind their backs. Suddenly, it flew away from me with a powerful force.

I gradually became bold, let go of my hand covering my face, and walked slowly among bees, admiring its petite posture while walking. Today, the first close contact with the bee collar made me fall in love with it involuntarily.

I am a little bee in a fairy tale.

Little bees are busy flying around among the flowers.

A turtle slowly raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice, "Little girl, what are you doing?"

The little bee said, "I'm collecting nectar."

The tortoise asked again, "What's the use of collecting those sticky things?"

The little bee replied, "Make honey."

"dear? Your body is so small, how many flowers does it take to brew a drop of honey? " The tortoise was very surprised.

"A few!" The little bee said, "I went out to collect honey more than forty times a day, flew fifty or sixty thousand meters, and collected four or five thousand flowers, which can brew half a gram of honey!" " "

"Darling! How tired it is to fly so far and pick so many flowers! " The tortoise tutted.

"Not tired. Moreover, after returning to the hive, we have to spit the sweet juice of the collected flowers into the empty hive. At night, we will suck the sweet juice into our honey stomach to make it, then spit it out, swallow it again, repeat it once or twice, and finally it will become sweet honey. "

When the bee said this, it was full of pride, but the tortoise felt as incredible as listening to the heavenly book. He opened his eyes and thought for a moment, then asked, "Your hard work will definitely affect your life!" " ! Please tell me, how long do you usually live? "

The little bee said, "about a month, and the longest one can live for five or six months!" " "

The little bee asked curiously, "What have you done for more than a hundred years?"

The tortoise said, "Do what? Rest! It is said that many people are learning our meditation skills in order to prolong life! "

This time, it was the little bee's turn to be surprised. She asked bluntly, "Why do you live so long without doing anything?"

"Fuck ... er ... for ..." The tortoise was speechless.

Hope to adopt, thank you!

The brave little bee wrote a 300-word fable.

The little bee has black and yellow stripes on its body and a pair of tentacles on its head, which tells you quietly: "In fact, bees have no eyes, but only use tentacles to feel the flowers." The little bee has a round head, a small mouth that is not easy to be found, an oval body and a pair of transparent wings, all of which enable the bee to fly around flexibly.

Little bees are very busy every day. Some of them go out to collect pollen and fly around among flowers, picking from east to west to help flowers bear delicious fruit quickly. Some bees feed their newborn larvae in the house.

Bee is a famous architect. The house he built is like a pineapple, with thousands of hexagonal small rooms in it. Little bees live happily in their own house.

The little bee is so cute, hardworking and smart.