The bee bit me to write a composition.

1. I was stung by a bee before writing.

After school at noon today, I picked a flower downstairs and a little bee flew over. Its sting just stung my finger, and I was stung by a bee for my composition. My classmate pulled out the thorn for me, but there is still a little thorn on my finger, which hurts. I ran home at once. At the stairs, I cried from time to time. When I got home, I immediately picked up the "Children's Self-help Manual" my mother bought for me to read during my menstrual period. Menstruation makes me do what the book says. My third grade composition was stung by a bee. Wash your hands with soap first; Then stick the place stung by the bee with adhesive tape and stick out the small thorn; Then put a band-aid on the place where the bee stung. I feel much more comfortable after posting it. The next day, my menstruation helped me tear off the band-aid and found that my hand had healed. Bee sting taught me not to pick flowers indiscriminately, but to read more books and learn some knowledge. I was stung by a bee, and my composition was 200 words (/).

2. The teacher was stung by a bee to write [I was stung by a bee to write]

After school at noon today, I picked a flower downstairs and a little bee flew over. No sooner had its sting stung my finger than I was stung by a bee. My classmate pulled out the thorn for me, but there was still a little tingling on my finger, which was very painful. I ran home at once, and I cried from time to time in the stairs. When I got home, I immediately picked up the "Children's Self-help Manual" that my mother bought for me. Then stick the place stung by the bee with adhesive tape and stick out the small thorn; Then put a band-aid on the place where the bee stung me. I feel much more comfortable after putting it on. The next day, my menstruation helped me tear off the band-aid and found that my hand had healed. The bee stung me and taught me not to pick flowers indiscriminately, but to read more books and learn some knowledge. I was stung by a bee and wrote a 200-word composition for primary school students (/).

Write an interesting composition about my childhood. Have you ever been stung by bees? Do you know what it's like to be stung by a bee? You may think it doesn't matter if you get stung by a bee. Now, I feel it, but it feels "unusual".

I came back from hanging up the phone yesterday, covered in dirt and dirty. I immediately took a bath and took off my underwear from the balcony. As soon as I put my right hand in, my elbow went numb, as if it had been electrocuted. So, I instinctively touched there and touched a soft bug. I let out a cry and drew my mother. She reached in and took out my things. When I saw it was a bee, my heart hung up. I want to know if I will get sick and how long it will hurt ... Then, my mother looked at the wound carefully, looked at the needle again and said decisively, "Nothing." I listened, and the stone with a long heart fell to the ground. I took a long breath and thought, it's a blessing in disguise!

At night, my right hand hurts like a needle. I can't move or sleep. Only then did I realize the difficulty and danger of being a person. They deal with these bees every day, so we should respect these lovely bee people.

Well, once upon a time, I liked honey very much, but now, I hate honey very much. It really feels like "once bitten, twice shy"!

After being stung by a bee, I woke up in the morning and found that my right eye could not be opened, only to remember that my eyelids were stung by a bee yesterday afternoon.

Here, I want to talk about what happened before and after being bitten by a bee. It's windy and rainy here because the cold air went south two days ago. It was finally sunny yesterday. Of course you can't waste it. We took the quilt out and hung it on the roof.

In the afternoon, my father asked me to take the quilt back. I took the bed in my left hand and the bed in my right hand, and carried the quilt on my shoulder. When I was walking down, a bee suddenly flew in front of me, hit my right eye and moved a few times. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my right eye and ran home. I asked my grandmother to help me pull out the poisonous needle, wash it with water, and then apply it to the stung place with medicine.

After a while, I felt itchy. I thought there was cotton in my clothes when I first took the quilt. But when I picked up my sleeves, my hands were covered with a small pimple. I asked my grandmother, and she said that bee venom had invaded my body. It doesn't matter. It'll be all right in a minute.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes, the acne on my body slowly receded, but it may be too close to my head. My brain is always dizzy, and I fall asleep when I lie in bed. I woke up and found that my right eye could not be opened. I'll look in the mirror. I was shocked when I looked at it. My right eye is swollen as high as bread.

I quickly called my father, who put a hot towel on my right eye to make the blood circulate. I applied it several times at night, and my eyes slowly opened.

But the next morning, I couldn't open my eyes again, and it seemed more swollen than yesterday. I quickly went online to find out why. I was stung by a bee and didn't use a hot towel (why didn't he say anything). I can use 30 grams of leek, wash it, mash it into mud and apply it to the affected area. I can also mash garlic or ginger into juice and apply it to the affected area.

But on second thought, it is better to use the first one. It really doesn't itch after painting, and I can still open my eyes.

My right eye was still swollen when I wrote this composition. I said, I didn't provoke you. Are you here to stab me? Boring

The first time you are stung by a bee, there is a first time for everything.

The first time I went, I couldn't count it. However, the first time I was stung by a bee, it was unforgettable.

I remember when I was five years old. That day, I came home from kindergarten and saw my father holding a transparent glass bottle and observing it carefully.

Out of natural curiosity, I immediately leaned over to see what my father was doing. "Oh!" I'm looking at bees! Dad saw that I was curious, so he took out the motionless bee in the bottle and put it in his hand.

I was a little scared and asked, "Is it dead?" "yes! Take it! " "No, I'm afraid ..." "Don't be afraid. Look, it's in dad's hand. It doesn't move. It must be dead. "

"But what if it stung me?" "How can I sting you when I am dead?" "But ..." I hesitated for a moment. Finally, with my father's encouragement, I agreed.

Dad gently put the bee in my hand. At this moment, the bee suddenly woke up.

It pricked me with a spike and flew out of the window. "... whoa, whoa ...!" I cried in pain.

"Oh, dear daughter, don't cry!" Father quickly comforted me. Then, he helped me pull the bee out.

It was several days before my hand recovered. As the saying goes, "once bitten, twice shy."

After that experience, whenever I saw bees, I would hide.

6. What attracted me to write about 400 words of bees? There are thousands of animals in nature, many of whom are hardworking "farmers"; Some animals are "bad guys" who destroy nature; Some brave and upright animals that protect nature are called "heroes". Bees, an ordinary and common animal, attract me.

Once, my father took my sister and me to a place far away from the suburbs-potted flower viewing area. The first thing you see when you walk into the viewing area is roses, bright red and gorgeous. Then I saw swarms of bees scrambling to fly in the direction of the rose. When they arrived, the little bees worked together and stepped on the "head" of the rose one by one. They seem to be collecting pollen. After picking them, I seem to see them flying home with smiling faces. I can't wait to follow them and become their "new member". I ran very fast and arrived at their sweet little house in the blink of an eye. The hut is round and golden, like a delicious pineapple. I dare not go near their hut, because the bee has a pointed tail at the back of its body, which looks like a needle. If I annoy a swarm of bees, I will definitely be seriously injured. Will the pollen collected by hardworking bees turn into sweet honey when they take it home? To be honest, I really don't know. I don't know it in detail. But I know that honey brewed by bees will be very nutritious when soaked. But don't drink too much, honey is sweet, and if you drink too much, you will get fat.

Bees remind me of farmers who grow vegetables in the fields all day. Bees are half of them, serving people. The "best" farmer among animals is a bee!

You must have seen bee handles, and you must be fascinated by their lovely and hardworking mentality. We must take care of bees.

7. The bee gave me an inspiring composition.

When everyone is drinking sweet honey and eating delicious honey salad, will you think of the bees working silently behind you? Bees are membrane-winged insects. They like to live in groups and are the most evolved group among insects. Bees inspired me to write. Bees are divided into queen bees, worker bees and other different kinds of bees. Among them, the queen bee has the highest status. In a bee colony, there is only one queen bee, who is responsible for breeding offspring, so the food is also very special. The queen bee's food is royal jelly, also called royal jelly. Worker bees are destined to work when they are born, providing all members of the bee kingdom with enough food-nectar and royal pulp. Although worker bees are not the supreme ruler of the bee kingdom, they may be of the highest quality. It provides food for bees, but never pays for it. Among human beings, few people can do this. Can't humans even compare with animals? Worker bees not only provide food for bees, but also protect the safety of the whole bee colony. Once a foreign enemy invades, the worker bees will stab each other with stinging needles, because the stinging needles are connected with many important organs, so after stinging the enemy, the worker bees will perish together with the enemy. I always carry a bee specimen because I need it. The bee gave me a 350-word essay for elementary school students (/).

8. Write a composition saying that I am a bee. I am a little bee. Every morning, we stretch, and my partner and I take a basket and start working. At this time, a bee said anxiously, "Let's hurry up."

Buzzing. We flew over the dense forest, and the beautiful sound of the river sounded, as if we were talking with our companions about all kinds of trivial things that happened in the forest. After a while, there was a golden field in front of us, many animals were playing games happily, sunflowers were greeting us, and fish in the pond jumped out of the water to greet us, but we just smiled and kept flying. The hungrier the partners fly. Suddenly, I saw a dazzling light, ah! It is a kind of flower. We still have many bees ecstatic, so they gather together and pick petals happily. Everyone forgot hunger and danced among the flowers. How happy everyone is. Soon, we collected a lot of pollen and walked home hand in hand. Although we are tired again, we do not feel tired.

On the way home, we sang a song: "Buzz. . "How hard we worked this day! But it's also worth it. Hard and sweet. Everyone says that we are hardworking little bees. How proud we are.