1 I grew up in a beautiful "hometown of bamboo"-taohuajiang, Yiyang, Hunan, which is a place full of bamboo, and here it has a special title called "hometown of bamboo". Every spring comes, sharp bamboo shoots can be seen everywhere in the mountains, as if they are desperately living outside, trying to poke their heads out as soon as possible and have a look at this spring-blooming world. Bamboo shoots grow very fast. According to the elders, bamboo shoots can grow into a tall and thick bamboo in a short time. However, the newly grown bamboo is very tender. No wonder when I go back to my hometown in winter vacation, I always hear the sound of bamboo crackling under heavy snow, just like setting off firecrackers. They grow and grow desperately, as if they were competing with someone! In a few days, the bamboo in the mountains will be different! A gust of wind blew, making a rustling sound, as if they were singing; In a calm time, they all hold their heads high, like a special soldier guarding the frontier; Mountain after mountain here is full of bamboo, just like entering the sea of bamboo, so it has a good name called "Bamboo Sea". Who can say that there is not much bamboo here? ! Bamboo has a wide range of uses. Can be used for daily necessities, such as bamboo tubes, prints, bamboo combs, bamboo barrels, bamboo floors, bamboo sheds, bamboo houses and so on. It can be seen everywhere. It can also be used to make paper in industry for us to read and write; There are too many benefits of bamboo. Let me tell you a meaningful story. Once, I heard my aunt say, "Bamboo can be used to make combs. If you comb your hair often, you will become very smart and capable. " I think there is an element in bamboo that can make your mind clear and will naturally be fresh in your memory. Do you want to know what money is made of? Let me tell you something! Money is made of bamboo. Can you believe it? You can smell new money. Does it smell like bamboo? If money is wet by water, it can be used after drying, which is also because money is extracted from bamboo! Do you think bamboo is more precious than gold? I like bamboo, especially bamboo in my hometown, not only because it brings so many benefits to mankind, but also because of its indomitable self-confidence spirit, which has always encouraged me!

2 The charm of leaves

There is a tree in front of the window. There is a leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me. The leaves are always swaying slightly. I was curious and asked, "Ye, why do you always swing?" & lt I want to fly. It says. "Leaves are leaves, and they can never fly like birds." "Watch it." It just smiled and stopped talking. Leaves swing from spring to summer, lasting and warm. I was surprised: "Why? You have grown up in a season, so you should understand ... ""Maybe, "it looked at the sky and sighed lightly. "A season has taught me that leaves can never fly like birds, but I still can't stop myself from flying. Sometimes, you know it's impossible, but you can't control yourself, can you? " "Since we know that it is impossible, how can we not stop it?" I'm confused. "Maybe, because in my heart, I still want to fly ..." It smiled at me with a hint of sadness ... I looked at the crumbling and dying leaves and said, "Your life is coming to an end. Are you still chasing that impossible dream?" "yes." Leaf raised his head, eyes shining with irresistible brilliance, "you know? People, now I am very happy. " "Happy?" "Well, this time, I understand a lot. I watched many people coming and going from this treetop, busy, but never satisfied. Do you know why? " "Didn't they get what they wanted?" "No, because they ignore the process while pursuing the result. You know, the joy of' result' is brought by' process'. It is a pity that there is no result in the process, but the result without the process is even more tragic ... Do you understand? " I shook my head gently. "What are you trying to say to me?" It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!" " "Winter is coming. I came to the window with heavy steps. Suddenly, a sight froze me-dead leaves, flying! Time seems to have stopped flowing, and it radiates youthful brilliance with its body. It left the embrace of the tree and danced on the stage in the sky in the warm winter sun. Although it is such a simple action, it dances with charm and charm, lighter and more moving than a bird ... it is more like a gypsy girl. Although her clothes are old and her skirt is torn, she dances with flying will when no one is watching, and her eyes are glowing. It was a calm, warm and detached cheer! Yuan Hu, who drew a circle in the air, is that life? Grave! Suddenly, like an elf joking in the wind, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves were out of balance, like a yellow butterfly with broken wings, tumbling in the air, making a final effort before landing. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the sunset dyed it golden, like a fiery red cloud on the horizon ... Tears slowly flowed from my eyes: "Your dream came true, but you spent your whole life waiting and exhausted all your energy. Isn't it ... regret it? " It didn't answer, but it still smiled calmly. Gradually, it closed its eyes ... At night, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels are singing hymns, leaves are flying peacefully, leaving a shining trace ... A voice is saying: Dreams exist for pursuit!

3 litchi honey

Flowers, birds, grass and insects, who painted in the world, used to love them. Bees are artists' pets, but I don't like them very much. Funnily enough, when I was a child, I once went up a tree to pick begonia flowers. I didn't want to be stung by bees, so I almost fell down. Adults told me that bees don't sting easily, and they must have stung because they thought you wanted to hurt them. Once you are stung, your life will run out and you won't live long. I felt sorry for the bee and forgave it. But since then, whenever I see bees, my mood is very bumpy and always uncomfortable.

In April this year, I went to Conghua Hot Spring in Guangdong for a few days. Surrounded by mountains, surrounded by a pool of spring water. The thick green scenery is simply a green landscape painting. It was a cloudy night when I first went, and I occasionally looked at the window. It's strange why so many black hills appear out of thin air in front of the building, one heavy and one heavy, constantly fluctuating. Remember that there is a garden in front of the building, not a mountain. What kind of illusion is this? At dawn, I couldn't help laughing. It turned out to be litchi trees all over the mountains, one after another. The leaves of each tree are dense and look like mountains at night!

Litchi is perhaps the freshest and most beautiful fruit in the world. Su Dongpo wrote such a poem: "There are 300 lychees a day, so you don't hesitate to be a Lingnan person." This shows the beauty of litchi. It happened that I came at a bad time. Litchi has just blossomed. The tree is full of pale yellow flowers, which is not outstanding. New tender leaves, reddish, look better than flowers. It takes about three months from flowering to fruit ripening. It seems that I can't wait to eat fresh litchi here.

It is time to eat fresh litchi honey. Some people may not have heard of this rare thing, right? There are as many litchi trees in Conghua as the sea in Wang Yang. In the flowering season, bees are buzzing all over the place, so busy that they forget the morning and evening. Litchi honey is characterized by pure color and rich nutrition. Most people who live in hot springs like to eat this honey to nourish their bodies. Enthusiastic comrades gave me two bottles. When the cork is opened, it is so sweet; After drinking it for half a cup, the sweetness has a refreshing taste, a little fresh of litchi. Drinking such good honey will make you feel that life is sweet.

I don't feel moved. I want to see the bees that I have never liked very much.

Deep in the litchi forest, there is a corner of a white house, which is the beekeeping farm of Wenquan commune, but it has an interesting name, called "Beekeeping Building". As soon as you get close to the "building", you will see swarms of bees coming in and out and flying around. The noise will make you think that perhaps bees are scrambling to build a new life.

The beekeeper Lao Liang led me into the building. Calling him Lao Liang is actually a young man, and his movements are quite stable. Maybe Lao Liang wants me to go deep into the life of bees. He carefully opened a wooden beehive with a row of wooden boards in the middle, which were full of crawling bees. The queen bee is dark brown and very long. Every worker bee is willing to feed it with its own royal jelly.

Old Liang whispered admiringly, "Look at these little things, how obedient they are!"

I asked, "How much honey can such a swarm of bees collect a year?"

Lao Liang said: "You can cut dozens of pounds. Bees like to work. Guangdong has fine weather and many flowers, and bees are not idle all year round. There is a lot of honey brewed, but you can only eat it yourself. Every time you cut honey, leave a little, just enough for them to eat. They never quarrel and don't care about anything. They continue to work and brew honey. They work hard all day and all month ... "

I asked again, "Aren't you afraid that something will spoil such a good baby?"

Lao Liang said, "Why not? You have to be careful of bugs and bumblebees crawling in. Bumblebee, thief, the worst. He often falls at the hole of the hive and specializes in bad things. "

I couldn't help laughing: "Oh! There are invaders in nature. How to deal with bumblebees? "

Lao Liang said, "Hurry! If you can't get rid of it, kill it. If you leave it there, it will kill the bees. "

I thought of a question and asked, "How long can bees live?"

Lao Liang said: "The queen bee can live for three years, and the worker bee can live for half a year at most."

I can't help shivering: what a lovely elf! I don't want anything from people, but I give them good things. Bees are brewing honey and life; Brewing the sweetest life is not for yourself, but for mankind. Bees are small, but how noble bees are! Through the litchi forest, I looked at the fields in the distance, where farmers were standing in the paddy fields, trying to separate the seedlings and transplant them. They are building their own lives with labor, and they are actually brewing honey-for themselves, for others and for future generations.

That night, I had a strange dream that I became a little bee.