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I hope to learn more about bees. I've heard people say that a bee has the ability to recognize its direction, and that it can always get back to its place on its own, no matter what it is abandoned. So I wanted to give it a try for myself.

One day, I caught forty bees in the honeycomb under the eaves and told my little daughter Agran to wait under the eaves, and then I put the bees in a paper bag and took them two and a half miles, and then I opened the paper bags and abandoned them there to see if any bees flew back.

In order to distinguish whether the bees that flew under the eaves of my house were the ones I threw into the distance, I made a white mark on the back of the abandoned bees. In the process, my hand was inevitably pricked several times, but I persevered, sometimes forgetting my pain, just holding the bee tightly and finishing the work, as a result, more than 20 were damaged, and when I opened the paper bag, the bees that had been stuffy for a long time swarmed out in all directions, as if to distinguish which direction to go home.

When the bees were released, a breeze blew in the air. The bees fly so low that they almost touch the ground, which presumably reduces the resistance of the wind, but I think how can they fly so low that they can see their distant home?

On the way home, I thought about the harsh environment they were facing, and I guessed that they must not be able to get home to me. But before I could step through the door, Egran rushed to her, her face flushed and she looked excited. She shouted at me

Two bees are back! They arrived at the nest at 2:40 a.m., and they brought with them pollen. ”

The time I put the bees is two o'clock sharp. In other words, in about three quarters of an hour, the two little bees flew two and a half miles, not counting the time to collect pollen.

By the time it was getting dark, we hadn't seen any other bees come back. But the next day, when I checked the hive, I saw fifteen bees with white marks on their backs returning to the hive. In this way, seventeen of the twenty bees did not lose their way, and they returned home with unerring accuracy, despite the reverse wind blowing in the air, and despite the strange sights along the way.

But they did come back. Maybe it's because they miss the little ones in the nest and the abundance of honey. With this strong instinct, they returned.

Yes, this is not an extraordinary memory, but an inexplicable instinct that we humans lack. Excerpt from Fabre's Insect Chronicles.

Bees don't rely on extraordinary perseverance, but on the ability of me to solve them.

A fragment of a sleeping bee in Insects.

With a few shakes, the nest of the bee was just beginning to take shape, and it was at this time, in such a short period of time, that its auspicious hive was already the size of an acorn, which was really unexpected. They're amazing little creatures. "The ability of the slumbering bee is fully expressed.

As it approached the ditch, of course, it would notice this delightful event, and it hurried over to fetch a little bit of precious dirt from the water's edge. They refuse to let go of this damp season, which is extremely rare and found in the big stove. "

Cicadas"Driven by hunger"/"Afflicted by thirst"

When I inspected their storerooms, I came with a hand axe"Digging"Target. This excavation is very vivid here.

Actually, it's"initiatives"It's like a miner or a railroad engineer. Miners supported the tunnels with pillars, and railway engineers used brick walls to make the tunnels strong. "This sentence is a very apt metaphor.

Then, it performs a strange kind of gymnastics, with the body rising in the air, only a little fixed on the old skin, flipping the body so that the head is down, and the patterned wings are stretched outward"Exhausted"Open. It's a fitting effort.

Be zealous, of course"Committed to"**, then the only way to house the musical instrument is to shrink the internal organs.

Cicadas and me"Stay next to each other"It's been fifteen years now, and every summer is almost two months long"They never leave my sight, and neither do my songs".It expresses the author's affection for cicadas.

With a few shakes, the nest of the bee was just beginning to take shape, and it was at this time, in such a short time, that its hive was already the size of an acorn, which was really unexpected. They're amazing little creatures. "The ability of the slumbering bee is fully expressed.

As it approached the ditch, of course, it would notice this delightful thing, and it hurried over to fetch a little bit of precious dirt from the water's edge. They refuse to let go of this extremely rare discovery in this season when there is no moisture. "