Poems about bees picking flowers in spring (which poems about bees picking flowers and laying honey in ancient times)

1. What are the ancient poems about "bees gather honey under flowers"? 1. "After all the flowers are collected into honey, whoever works hard will be sweet." -"Bees" Luo Yin in Tang Dynasty

2. "Bring sound to the core and shadow it in the incense." -"Cold Bees Picking Chrysanthemums" Geng Yan in Tang Dynasty

3. "Butterflies should follow their dreams, but bees should not be embarrassed." -titled Flowers, Plants and Insects-Liu Ji in Ming Dynasty

4. "Bees gather in droves to build honey houses, and as a result, a hundred flowers blossom." —— "Three Wonders of Chimonanthus praecox" chandy in Ming Dynasty

5. "Pick a group of fragrant flowers on your head, pack up the fragrance and enter the bridal chamber." -"Yongfeng" Yao Mian in Song Dynasty

1. bees

Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?

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No matter on the flat ground, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running.

Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?

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This poem about bees, with symbolic means and questioning methods, reflects the social phenomenon that workers can't enjoy the fruits of their labor. It is different from Zhang Bi's The Farmer's Invasion of the Stars, Mei's Millet on the Head Belongs to Others and Tao Ren, which can be interpreted in this way. Both of them are lamenting the bitter experience of life and how difficult the social world is, which is thought-provoking and thought-provoking.

Luo Yin's singing of "Bees" is unique in artistic expression. Take "bee" as an example, what is sung is both in form and spirit, and what is even more rare is that what is sung is obvious and profound. "If you don't stick to it, it will be the best" (a poem with a classroom), and the process of pursuing "likeness" is just like Yan Yu's Canglang Poetry: "Poetry has only one extreme. To yi, do yi. Awkward. "The text is exquisite, the text is far-reaching, the narrative and discussion techniques are tacit, the language narrative is not rhetorical, plain and thoughtful, supplemented by elegant and deep words.

2. "Cold bees pick chrysanthemums"

Tang Dynasty: Geng Kun

Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.

Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.

3. The title of Polygonum hydropiper

Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji

To love Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. In Jiangtou, Qiu Lai made a grasshopper's home.

Butterflies should follow their dreams when they seek fragrance, while wasps don't occupy my official position when they collect honey.

The song is cold, and the dragonfly is trapped in the night wind.

Painting and ink painting are shocking at first glance, but they are like a boat crossing red sand.

4. "Three wintersweet mussels"

Song Dynasty: chandy

Bees gathered in droves to make honey houses, and as a result, a hundred flowers blossomed.

However, the chemical industry took the honeycomb wax and cut off the yellow cold tip.

5. The Singing Bee

Song Dynasty: Yao Mian

Pick a group of fragrant flowers on your head, pack them up and enter the bridal chamber.

But the honey is sweet, and it doesn't matter if it is bitter.

2. What are some beautiful sentences about bees blooming in spring? 1. Diligence is a little bee that collects honey from flowers.

Naughty little bees are flying around among the flowers and playing hide-and-seek with their companions.

3. Little Bee is a brilliant architect, and the small regular hexagonal house it built is like a delicate villa.

Fourth, if you are a bee, brew a sweet; If you are a ray of sunshine, light up all the darkness. If you are a breeze, blow away the dust in the world. If you are a spring breeze person, blow the crops in the green fields. Happiness is the concern that "she sewed carefully and repaired thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home".

As soon as spring is over, pink apricot blossoms are in full bloom. Swarms of bees are flying around among the flowers, and they are very busy. Butterflies in twos and threes are dancing.

Sixth, people help me, never forget; I help people, remember. Bees suck honey from flowers and thank campers when they leave. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him.

Seven, as long as you can harvest sweetness, there will be busy bees among thorns.

Eight, the sun shines, bees and butterflies, flying up and down in the flowers, the colors of gorgeous flowers are really dazzling, and you can't help but appreciate the richness of life.

Nine, the little bee dances gracefully on the petals, sending the sweetest nectar to Miss Chun.

10. In mid-spring in the north, begonia flowers are almost in full bloom, and butterflies are still very weak, but little bees fly around when they are born, feeling that the world is really sweet and lovely. Swallows are flying around, looking from a distance, as if nailing a small black T-shirt to Baiyun. The willow branches are swaying lightly, as if teasing the surrounding green leaves.

Eleven, the spring sunshine into the bud, the spring breeze shakes the branches, the warbler dances, and the bees linger among the flowers, which is beautiful. Being in the spring, the sun is shining and all kinds of colors complement each other. How can we not admire the ingenuity of nature and suddenly change into a more colorful picture than a kaleidoscope?

Bees are the most industrious animals. They use baskets to pick pollen and brew honey before dawn. Therefore, only hard work and unremitting efforts will succeed.

Thirteen, the bee buzzed, covered in fluff, and landed on a flower, chubby and round, like a small fur ball, and stopped motionless on it.

3. What poems describe "bees are industrious in collecting honey"? 1. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? From the poet Bees in the Tang Dynasty, this poem describes the natural phenomenon of bees picking flowers and making honey for people to enjoy in refined language, and expresses the author's cynical thoughts and feelings.

2. Swim under a clear sky and find the fragrance for chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense. From the taboo of cold bees picking chrysanthemums written by Geng in the Tang Dynasty, the poet chose the moment when bees fell from the air to start picking honey, which was so vivid that readers seemed to see it swaying, nervous and busy in the fragrance.

I have been flying among thousands of flowers, and I haven't had half a day's leisure in my life. Everyone in the world praises honey for its delicious taste, but who cares if it blocks the bottom of the pot? From "Ode to a Bee" by Wang Jin, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, bees take pains to collect honey, but they don't know that they are just doing nothing. Hard-earned honey has become a victim of human appetite, really on the wedding dress for other girls. But we still take it for granted and have no sympathy.

4. Picking and brewing busy bees in spring, why not flap your wings and sting your neighbors. I should be worried about the exhaustion of flowers. I hate burning smoke to get wax. From Xin Wang's Ode to a Bee in Ming Dynasty.

5, 300 days to run Kyushu, southern Xinjiang, North China to pick flowers. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective. Ge Xianting, a contemporary poet, praised the hard work of bees.

Extended data:

Bee (Bee/Honey bee) belongs to the general name of Hymenoptera, Lepidoptera, Spoturopoda, Aphidoidea and Aphidae in insect taxonomy, and is an important group of Hymenoptera.

Bees live entirely on flowers, including pollen and nectar, sometimes brewed and stored as honey. There is no doubt that bees are pollinating it as well as collecting pollen. When bees collect pollen between flowers, they will drop some pollen on the flowers. These fallen pollen are very important because it often causes cross-pollination of plants. The actual value of bees as pollinators is greater than the value of making honey and beeswax.

The nesting instinct of bees is complex, and the nesting place, time and nest structure are diverse. Nest-building time is usually in full bloom.

References:

Baidu encyclopedia-bees

4. A poem describing the diligence of bees in collecting honey This poem describes the natural phenomenon of bees collecting flowers and making honey for people to enjoy in refined language, which embodies the author's cynical thoughts and feelings.

No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied [1]. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet [2]? Note [1] Occupation: occupation, occupation.

These two sentences say that bees occupy all the spring time and gather honey diligently everywhere [2] for (wèi not): for, for.

A brief analysis of whether the flat land or mountain tip where flowers are in full bloom is occupied by bees. Who are they busy for after they have collected all the flowers to make honey? Who do you brew mellow honey for? This poem praises the noble character of hard work of bees, and also implies the author's hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing.

This poem has several characteristics in artistic expression: it wants to seize the past and give it, but it is powerful; Narrative backchat, singing sighs and feelings; The meaning is profound and can be interpreted in two ways. This is an allegorical poem.

The bees in the poem are millions of ordinary farmers in Qian Qian in feudal society. They worked hard for generations, but the fruits of their labor were finally plundered by the cleaners.

"After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom?" The conclusion is rhetorical, which shows that the bees who make honey diligently work hard for years, but they get nothing for nothing, suggesting that the exploiters get nothing for nothing, making the meaning of the poem profound and powerful.

Five sentences about flowers and bees 1. The grass is green and the flowers are beautiful.

Bees are flying among the flowers.

Sister, you are so beautiful,

Dude, bees like flowers.

2. Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green. Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming. ...

3. All kinds of wild flowers woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high and rush to bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and dedicate themselves selflessly to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs.

With the coming of spring, wild flowers, grass and willows on both sides of the strait are caressing their yellow eyebrows and green eyes and stretching their soft arms. When the morning mist disappears, the sun rises, and the sun shines on the river, revealing a large piece of red, much like the blush on the face of a beautiful girl. Gradually, the river was covered with a layer of golden light and the breeze blew. Suddenly, the golden light was torn into countless pieces and floated on the river ... Look at the dense fish, frolicking ducks and duckweeds floating on the shore, like small copper coins. All this makes the river full of spring and vitality.

Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. On campus, there are beautiful scenes of spring everywhere. Willow painted thin willow silk, dotted with pale yellow leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming!

6. What are the poems about butterflies and bees in spring? 1, Jiangnan Spring (Fan Chuan, Tang Dou)

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

2. Jing Tian Sha Chun (Bai Yuan Pu)

The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.

Willow swings the courtyard.

Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Don Du Fu)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

4. Tomb-Sweeping Day (Zhu)

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

5. Drunk in Taoyuan (Don Feng Yansi)

It's halfway through the spring in Nanyuan, and the wind smells like Ma Si.

Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.

Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.

Swing the grass and trap Luo Yi, and draw the beam and return to Shuang Yan.

6. Jade Butterfly (Tang Wen Ting Yun)

The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.

The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.

It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?

7. Jinse (born Tang Yuxi)

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

8. "Play is a new sentence before watching the flowers fall into the boat" (Tang Du Fu)

On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain.

Shadow is tempted by clear water, but wind is jealous of safflower.

Blowing flowers and sleeping beside the boat, water, light and wind are afraid.

Red hate thin cover in my arms, but I regret that I don't pick it up.

If you get wet for a long time, you will fly half a day late, and nothing will happen in the sand grass.

Bees and butterflies are affectionate, but dragonflies avoid all the troubles.

9. Bodhisattva Man (Shu)

It's late at night, under the leaves of a tall house in Qiu Guang.

Golden lanterns are made of precious flowers.

Still the same as last year.

Three or two branches of the retaining wall.

Human feelings must last.

The painted face is still long.

Don't be a bee.

Fly leisurely.

10, Linjiang Xianzi (Liu Song Chen Weng)

Xiqu clothes lost their way, and the snow pin broke the shore without a trace.

Looking for flowers is not going to Qiancun.

As soon as the warm wind turned the sleeves, the path suddenly opened.

But I remember when I dismounted from Tangqiao, Dimfragrance was not yet dusk.

Who is the north and south of life?

Under the plum tree in the ridge, listen to the bees.