My bug friends

I once again sat on the stone bench by the stream, watching the blue sky and the clear stream. In the infinite silence, I forgot the world and forgot myself.

A ladybug ran around my feet. I wanted to know what it was doing. I followed the bug and made a strange tour.

With the pace of the bugs, gradually, I saw a "natural home" surrounded by many small grasses and sunflowers. I opened it with my hand, and this scene in front of me really surprised me: the colorful little bugs lived freely: some sang beautiful songs, some were building their own homes, some were following The family went on a trip, and some rushed to reserve food... These little bugs were weaving their beautiful homes, they climbed the rocks for a while, and took a stone path for a while, and they passed through a beautiful landscape. These large grass stems and flowers are their hidden places. At this time, a butterfly with pink and white spots stopped on a flower, which was more beautiful and quiet.

Among these little beetles, I most appreciate the worm carriers. Watching them never worry, the unhurried footsteps accompanied by beautiful songs, really rhythm! When they are transported, they don’t each carry their own, but when they find food, a large group of beetles come to help carry food, and they don’t want to grab it. It seems that they have their own merits, and they only start when they are carried to their homes. distribution. Of course, when they are tired, the musicians will play one elegant and another elegant song, which is really warm! However, they usually move home in one go, so they have been busy for a morning, are they not diligent enough?

The sun is so beautiful, the flowers are so bright. At this time, the little bees were elated and flew. They flew to the sun flower at once and flew over the cloves. Each flower smiles and welcomes them, gently stroking them with petals. The bees swiftly fan their wings and played a moving song.

As time flies, we are flying in groups, red, pink, yellow, blue... They fly at low altitudes, fluttering like a small, light aircraft. I think, before it rains, I should say goodbye to these bug friends. So, I slowly waved goodbye to them, and they sang with me. Goodbye! Worm friends. Goodbye! Porters, goodbye! Cute little bees. My heart is calling me again and again.

Sixth grade: Cheng Xiangyi