一个风和日丽的午后,我带着一群小班孩子在校园附近散步。在尽享大好春色的归途中,忽然传来了一个孩子的惊呼声:“哇!一只虫子!”循着声音望去,果然,在一辆摩托车的坐垫上,正蠕动着一个小不点儿。“这是什么?”看着这个张着翅膀、缓慢爬行的小东西,周围的孩子竟然一脸的茫然。面对孩子们的一片茫然,我不禁沉思了起来:孩子们在很小的时候就知道了许多关于蜜蜂的故事,会哼唱“小蜜蜂,采花蜜”的歌曲,图书、电视中的 A windy afternoon, I took a group of small class children walking around the campus. In enjoying the good spring return, suddenly came a scream of a child: “Wow! A bug!” Followed by the sound looked, and sure enough, on a motorcycle cushion, is creeping A little not a little. “What is this? ” Looked at this with wings, slowly crawling small things, the surrounding children turned a blank look. I could not help but meditate in the face of a child’s loss: when they were young, the children knew many stories about bees, hummed songs like “Bees, Flowers”, books, and television