When I was a child, I once went up a tree to pick flowers and was stung by a bee, which hurt me so much that I almost fell down. I was told by an adult that bees don't sting easily because they think you are going to hurt them, and that once they sting you, they won't be able to live much longer. I felt sorry for the bee and forgave it. But from then on, whenever I saw the bee, I was always a little afraid.

In April this year, I went to Guangdong Conghua Hot Spring for a few days. Surrounded by mountains and surrounded by a lake, it was like a landscape painting. The lychee trees in Conghua are as numerous as the ocean. When the flowers bloom, the hills are buzzing, those bees are so busy that they forget about morning and evening, and sometimes take advantage of the moonlight to pick flowers to make honey.

Lychee honey is characterized by pure color, beautiful color and high nutrients. Most people who live in the hot springs like to eat this honey to nourish their spirit. A friend gave me two bottles. As soon as I opened the bottle, I smelled a sweet fragrance. I scooped two teaspoons into a cup, added water, stirred it, and drank it, and it tasted very much like fresh lychee. Always a glutton for punishment, I proceeded to drink another large glass, and was not moved to check on the bees, whom I had never been much of a fan of.

Deep in the lychee forest, a corner of the white house, that is the apiary. It was a beautiful spring day, and the flowers were in full bloom. As soon as I walked into the apiary, I saw swarms of bees coming in and out, flying around, a boiling scene.

Beekeeper Lao Liang carefully opened a wooden beehive, which was separated by rows of boards, each full of bees, squirming and crawling. The queen bee is dark brown with an especially slender body, and each bee is willing to feed it with flower essences it has picked.

Lao Liang said in admiration, "Look at this little swarm, how obedient they are."

I asked him, "How much honey can a hive of bees like this collect in a year?"

Lao Liang said, "I can harvest tens of kilograms. Bees love to work. Guangdong's weather is good and there are many flowers, bees are not idle all year round. It brews a lot of honey, but its own food can be limited. Every time you recycle honey, just leave them a little bit of sugar. They never compete, and never care about anything, but still continue to labor."

I remembered a question and asked, "But how long does a bee live?"

Lao Liang replied, "The queen bee can live for three years, and the worker bees can only live for six months at most."

I said, "So the life span is so short. Don't you often have to go outside the hive to clean up dead bees?"

Lao Liang shook his head once and said, "Bees are very understanding, and when the time comes, they quietly die outside themselves, never to return."

My heart couldn't help but tremble: what a lovely little life, wanting nothing from people, but giving them something excellent. The bee is making honey, and making life; not for itself, but making the sweetest life for mankind. The bee is humble, yet how noble!

Through the lychee grove, I looked contemplatively at the fields far away, where peasants were standing on their feet planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields. They are creating their own lives with their labor, which is the same as making honey - for themselves, for others, and for future generations.

That night, I had a strange dream that I had become a small bee.