“两只小蜜蜂呀,飞入花丛中,飞呀……”。听着邻居的小妹妹与小伙伴们拍手唱儿歌,我不禁想起了童年时与蜜蜂的第一次亲密接触。那是温暖的阳春三月,田里开满了油菜花。我和姐姐奔跑在金黄炫目的花丛中,玩起了“藏猫儿”。玩够了躲与藏的惊险与刺激后,我的兴致又转移到“嗡嗡” “Two bees, fly into the flowers, fly...”. Listening to the neighbor’s younger sister clapping their children’s songs with their friends, I can’t help but think of the first close contact with the bees in my childhood. It was a warm spring in March and the field was full of canola flowers. My sister and I ran in the golden dazzling flowers and played “Tibetan Cats.” After playing with the thrills and stimuli of hiding and hiding, my interest was transferred to “嗡嗡” again.