冬天来了,大雪纷飞,树林里铺满了厚厚的白雪。北风呼啸,猛烈地吹打着树丫上那只做工精致的蜂巢,温度迅速下降,蜂巢内的蜜蜂被冻得直哆嗦。一只蜜蜂当然无法熬过严冬,可一群蜜蜂则不同了。它们伸出手臂,热情地拥抱到一起,一只、两只、三只、四只……成百上千只,它们欢呼着,嗡嗡嗡地紧紧拥抱彼此,温暖顿时一点点传遍全 Winter is coming, heavy snow is blowing, and the woods are covered with thick snow. The north wind whistled violently blowing the exquisite workhorse tree on the tree’s beehive, the temperature dropped rapidly, and bees in the beehive were frozen and shivering. Of course, a bee can not survive the winter, but a group of bees is different. They stretched out their arms and hugged each other warmly, one, two, three, four ... hundreds, cheering, buzzing and hugging each other,