What are some vivid sentences describing butterflies and bees flying around among flowers?

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing. -"Landless"

That summer, butterflies and bees flew around, and love flew around and stopped in your dream, as beautiful as hibiscus out of water. When you comb your hair in the morning and cry under the lamp, will your heart tremble like me?

Butterflies and bees are flying around in the air. It's really a pleasure to catch them when they fly by. Some butterflies may have thorns, but the thorns are by no means for you.

Cucumbers will bloom if they want to, and will bear cucumbers if they want to. If you don't want to, you won't even have a cucumber, a flower and no one will ask. Corn can grow as high as it wants, and nobody cares if it wants to grow in the sky. Butterflies fly at will, a pair of yellow butterflies fly down from the wall, and honey comes again. Whose house did they come from and where did they fly? The sun doesn't know this either. Only the sky is blue, high and far.

Waves and butterflies are dancing, and bees are dancing. No wonder bees and butterflies live short lives and indulge all day.

The bee is like a little gardener, kissing every flower, and the butterfly is like a playful girl, using her own flower clothes to compare with flowers. They flew about among the flowers.

Butterflies danced in colorful clothes, and bees waved their industrious wings and shuttled through the flowers to brew sweetness.

Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves. The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door. -Wang Jia? thought of love

A little bee and a butterfly are dancing among the flowers. Bees are singing cheerful songs among the flowers, and their industrious hands are busy collecting sweet honey.

Butterflies and bees are the first to be disabled. They are both the most brilliant flowers. -Feng Tang's "Everything grows"

In early summer, butterflies fly in all kinds of wild flowers, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. And the wind, to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves, to remember and to inquire. -Zhang Xiaofeng's "A Wind Lotus Lift"