1, the infinite scenery is occupied regardless of the flat land or the mountain tip. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? -"Bee" Luo Yin

2, wearing flowers, flying like an arrow, sticky like a meteor. A small body can carry loads, and thin wings can ride the wind. -"Bees" Wu Cheng'en

3, Cuifeng Cangqiu, riding to the lower bound, butterflies scare bees to avoid. -"Water" yellow

4. On February 2nd, it was warm in the east wind and warm in blowing sheng. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. -"February 2" Li Shangyin

I have been flying among thousands of flowers, and I have never been idle for half a day in my life. Everyone in the world praises honey for its delicious taste, but who cares if it blocks the bottom of the pot? -"Bees" Wang Jin

6. There are competing bees. Four waves of whales swallow each other, and five mountains collapse. -"Gap" Zhang Bi

7. I hate it. I like to brew honey in the pavilion. I like to mix swallow mud. -"A Flower _ Spring Rain Runyao Peach" Ma Yanliang

The situation is that after this flower blooms, there will be no flowers, and the management will be very busy. From now on, you will collect honey and become a house. —— "Autumn spearmint" Chen Liang

9. Orchids are like flowers. Bees and snakes live together. Harmful to the heart is poisonous, and the demon flame blows itself. The thunder stung it, and the dead nest burned it. Suffering helps evil, not disaster. -Yuan Zhen's "Insect Poetry, A Bee"

10, pear blossoms smile at the clear moon, and bees swim in the purple palace. The spleen is divided into five branches, and the core chews the gentleman. Wings and feathers are quite similar, and their minds are solid and different. Ann knows that no one will eat people in this world. -"Insect Poems and Bees" Yuan Zhen

1 1, Mei Jing Xiang cold bee is unknown. The guest's words are dark, and the gentleman returns to the horse wet flag. -"In the early spring rain, the boat crossed the river, and the week met Li Zhaoer's scholar" Du Mu

12, the flower market is flooded several times a year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? -"Honey Spleen and Bees" Qian Qi

2. Poems about Bees Poems about Bees Google Ode to Bees Luo Yin Ode to Bees "No matter the flat land or Shan Ye, infinite scenery is occupied.

Great Men, Celebrities and Poets Praise Bees and Bee Products-Poet-Text/Four-dimensional Arrangement ● During the Warring States Period, Qu Yuan had such a poem in "Songs of the South Zhao Bo": "The rice is huge, the honey of the rice is long." "Yao's syrup and honey spoon are really like feathers."

"Yaojiang honey spoon" and "honey bait" (that is, honey is used to make honey wine; Make honey cake with honey and rice flour); In Tian Wen, it was written that "bees and moths are weak, how can they be strong?" (Meaning: Why are such small creatures as bees and ants so powerful when they get together? ● There is such a famous sentence in Untitled by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Spring silkworms die, and candles weep every night" (a wax torch is a candle made of beeswax). When he was demoted, he suffered from impotence and jaundice, leaving behind an "oak forest full of hills and ears scattered with the wind." What is good for fitness? " The poem "Heavenly Heart Shakes Jade and Flowers Yellow".

(here refers to corn pollen) ● Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has such a poem: "Swallows enter the nest and bees make honey rooms." Near the bird's nest, bees also built hives.

● In his poems Xu Bu and Ye Qiu, Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once described bees in the following lines: "Bees need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need, need. ● Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, described bees and philosophers in his poem "What's the matter with Fu Cha?" (that is, what's to worry about the stings of a group of small-waisted bees).

● Ouyang Xiu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, was good at prolonging life with pollen, and reported to the emperor Song Renzong: "If you want to know the medicine for prolonging life, you can see flowers only after all the herbs are destroyed"; "I have a bottle of wine that makes you want to come down, float a gold wick, send a fragrant curl, and ask for Zhu Yan for you, but you can try it." Jian Wendi, a poet of Liang Dynasty, wrote in Ode to Bees: "The wind blows from the flood, and the sun shines at first.

Knowing a gentleman leaves no hope, and flowers fly empty. "(that is, bees are rippling in the air with the wind, and Shan Ye is full of bright sunshine.

I know you won't stay in one place for long, flying around with pollen and running for others. ) ● Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi said in his poem "A Taoist in the Old North Mountain": "Qian Shan has a long way to go after Wanshan.

Flowers and bees are passed around, and fruit-hanging apes climb. (Description: The mountains are rolling and the road is difficult and dangerous. When flowers bloom, bees gather and monkeys scramble to climb. ).

● Su Shi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in "An Zhou Old Man Eating Honey Songs": "An Zhou old man's heart is like iron, and the old man's heart is like a child's tongue. Eat honey instead of grain, and laugh at the bee as Tan Yue.

There are poets in the honey juice who don't know, and hundreds of flowers compete for posture. The old man vomits when he chews, which also attracts stupid children all over the world.

Children's poems are like honey, and there is medicine in honey, which can cure all diseases. Just when you are crazy about catching the wind, you smile at the poem and you lose everything.

Mr. Dongpo takes advantage of others, but few people like him and few people don't like him. Just like drinking tea is sweet and bitter, it is better to eat honey with sweet taste.

Because you sent a pair of Ssangyong cakes, a pair of Ssangyong shadows appeared in the mirror. Water is like soup in March and June, and the old man's heart is like double Longjing. "

This is a poem written by Su Shi to the monk Zhongshu. Zhong Shu, named Zhang Huian, lives in Qiantang. He doesn't eat whole grains, but mainly eats honey and vegetables. In the poem, he introduced the old man's habit of eating honey, and praised his character and poetry.

● Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in Watching Bees Pick Flowers: "Birds begonias bloom and frivolous butterflies return. Mountain bees have a different flavor and prefer juniper flowers as honey. "

) Begonia flowers in Saudi Arabia bloom one after another, and frivolous butterflies fly back and forth. But little bees are different. They just pick juniper flowers to make honey.

● Wu Cheng'en said in Ode to a Bee: "When wearing flowers, Liu Fei flies like an arrow and sticks incense like a falling star. A small body can carry a load, and a thin wing rides the wind. "

● Shakespeare's vivid description of the life of bees: they are a kingdom with various officials. Some of them are like county guards, managing internal affairs, others are like soldiers, using needles as weapons, and the flowers in hot summer days have become their plunder fields; They walked with cheerful steps and returned with a full load, presenting the victory to His Majesty's palace. His Majesty is very busy. He is supervising the singing craftsmen to build the Golden Temple. A large number of subjects under the rule are brewing honey; The poor porter walked up and down the narrow door with heavy goods on his back.

The blue-faced judge roared and sent the drone to the execution ground. Quoted from Henry V, Guo Moruo, the former vice chairman of the National People's Congress and a famous poet, wrote an inscription "You Fengyuan Orchard" after inspecting Fengyuan's "Bee House" on 0+09610: "Come to Fengyuan in the morning, eight thousand chapters in citrus reticulata.

The wind is strong and the fruit is yellow. Praise your regularity, and I will laugh at you.

If you want to see a day when flowers bloom, go swimming in bees crazily. A mountain sings bees: "The waist is thin, and Zhao's back is light to lean against the wind." Interesting "Silkworm Singing": "There are only two leaves in a meal, but there are countless ties in the spit.

Fatigue, sacrifice, you don't know your success. "Reading Candles": "Heat does not deform, and light does not make a sound.

Burning from beginning to end, always concentric. Ode to the Bee: Although the voice is not in the law, there is also a sword in the mouth? .

People who wear flowers are not idle, but flies come to collect honey.

3. The poem describing bees is occasionally entitled "The green pavilion in the small forest in Luyou is happy, and the bees are warm during the day".

I am full of poetry, and I say a word every spring. Bee Beijing: Peng flew in a dirty Beijing on June 5, 2004+10/October 6+July 6, sending love letters to plants in the south and north of the city. Those two boring flowers together are like two middle school students in Beijing kissing together. They don't need to write letters or even read the most popular love poems. They are not honey, and occasionally fly to busy offices to drive away bees. He is your admirer while keeping yourself busy. He admonished the staff in the morning and evening, "Look at the bees and work day and night. White-collar workers should learn from (working-class) worker bees to express their love, not for personal gain, but simply for spiritual workers! " I'm that only one who know your real secret.

That year, I was in Pingliang town, and my nose was stabbed by you so that I couldn't see the thief's head, like a needle stuck in your nest to spy on information. You are a big slacker. You don't need a beam to build a house. With a runny nose, I stabbed my middle finger and didn't collapse! The most unforgettable thing is your long sleep. You forgot your flying wings, just like two cans of honey that you can't wake up. This is more like 1997, a girl sitting opposite me on the train from Xi 'an to Beijing. She is sweet and lovely, and showed me the coat for the 95th anniversary. She is smart and likes chemistry. She likes to be lazy, but she has the same nickname as you did in the dormitory-Sleeping Fairy said goodbye at Beijing Railway Station. She suddenly turned and walked back, playfully imitating our slang: "It's better to miss each other than to meet." In the blink of an eye, the vast number of people disappeared with honey juice. Only this year, I started writing poetry again, and I grew into a plant in poetry. It's a pity that the person I love is still on the road. I can only laugh at myself "Kung Fu is beyond poetry". Bees are bridesmaids in my secular life and act as matchmakers in the office. Speaking of the future, are you pessimistic about the love in this world and don't want to marry a puppy? The plant that condenses into seeds has not grown into me yet. Do you want to marry a bee as my bride and fly around the city for eight hours? When I get home, I will converge in my long black hair and cover up this dark world.

That's not enough. The sweetest thing is, if I can sleep as long as two cans of honey with the person I love and fly together in the unpredictable afterlife! Being deeply in love is like a mysterious force. You live in the center of my life. I am willing to revolve around you all my life until the last second. I am too small, too humble, and there is no harm. You have too much love around me. I will only give it to you. Even if it is fate for this perfect life to breathe for you, I would like to think of you in difficult times. Even if I die in winter, I will be encouraged. I want to be forgotten at least in my heart. I love you with all my heart. You can ignore me. I can ignore my children's poems. A swarm of bees buzzed, buzzed. It's a little bee, little bee, fly and fly.

Where is it going? Fly to the flowers to collect honey.

4. Poems about Bees Describe Bees and Poems about Bees Even in the north window, the bluebirds in Luyou Xiaolin are happy, and the bees are warm during the day.

I am full of poetry, and I say a word every spring. Bee Beijing: Peng flew in a dirty Beijing on June 5, 2004+10/October 6+July 6, sending love letters to plants in the south and north of the city. Those two boring flowers together are like two middle school students in Beijing kissing together. They don't need to write letters or even read the most popular love poems. They are not honey, and occasionally fly to busy offices to drive away bees. He is your admirer while keeping yourself busy. He admonished the staff in the morning and evening, "Look at the bees and work day and night. White-collar workers should learn from (working-class) worker bees to express their love, not for personal gain, but simply for spiritual workers! " I'm that only one who know your real secret.

That year, I was in Pingliang town, and my nose was stabbed by you so that I couldn't see the thief's head, like a needle stuck in your nest to spy on information. You are a big slacker. You don't need a beam to build a house. With a runny nose, I stabbed my middle finger and didn't collapse! The most unforgettable thing is your long sleep. You forgot your flying wings, just like two cans of honey that you can't wake up. This is more like 1997, a girl sitting opposite me on the train from Xi 'an to Beijing. She is sweet and lovely, and showed me the coat for the 95th anniversary. She is smart and likes chemistry. She likes to be lazy, but she has the same nickname as you did in the dormitory-Sleeping Fairy said goodbye at Beijing Railway Station. She suddenly turned and walked back, playfully imitating our slang: "It's better to miss each other than to meet." In the blink of an eye, the vast number of people disappeared with honey juice. Only this year, I started writing poetry again, and I grew into a plant in poetry. It's a pity that the person I love is still on the road. I can only laugh at myself "Kung Fu is beyond poetry". Bees are bridesmaids in my secular life and act as matchmakers in the office. Speaking of the future, are you pessimistic about the love in this world and don't want to marry a puppy? The plant that condenses into seeds has not grown into me yet. Do you want to marry a bee as my bride and fly around the city for eight hours? When I get home, I will converge in my long black hair and cover up this dark world.

That's not enough. The sweetest thing is, if I can sleep as long as two cans of honey with the person I love and fly together in the unpredictable afterlife! Being deeply in love is like a mysterious force. You live in the center of my life. I am willing to revolve around you all my life until the last second. I am too small, too humble, and there is no harm. You have too much love around me. I will only give it to you. Even if it is fate for this perfect life to breathe for you, I would like to think of you in difficult times. Even if I die in winter, I will be encouraged. I want to be forgotten at least in my heart. I love you with all my heart. You can ignore me. I can ignore my children's poems. A swarm of bees buzzed, buzzed. It's a little bee, little bee, fly and fly.

Where is it going? Fly to the flowers to collect honey.