太阳火辣辣的,狗吐着舌头,蝉不停地叫着。我穿着短衣短裤走在弯弯的山路上。到了爷爷奶奶家门口,我开心地喊:“爷爷奶奶,我来了。”“乖孙女,你来啦!吃饭了吗?”奶奶欣喜地问。“吃了。”我点点头。爷爷在厨房里,对我笑了笑。我看见碗柜里飞出几只蜜蜂。我问爷爷“:这里怎么有蜜蜂呀?”“里面有个蜂窝呢。”爷爷说。“啊!蜂窝?”我来到碗柜边,盯着里面看,里面 The sun was hot and the dog spat her tongue and the cicadas shouted. I walked on a winding mountain road in shorts. To the grandparents door, I am happy to shout: “Grandma, I came. ” “Good granddaughter, you come! Have you eaten yet? ” Grandma asked delightfully. “Ate. ” I nodded. Grandpa in the kitchen, smiled at me. I saw a few bees flying in the cupboard. I asked my grandfather “:” How is there a bee here? “” There is a honeycomb in it. “” Grandpa said. “Ah! Honeycomb?” "I came to the cupboard, staring inside, inside