春天到了,万物复苏,我在奶奶家的花丛里,看着那些鲜艳的花朵,心旷神怡。“啊——”我突然觉得手臂上一阵剧痛。转头一看,一个小东西滚落到地上了。“这是什么呢?”我一边自言自语,一边低头去看。“哦!原来是只蜜蜂蜇了我一下,怪不得这么疼。”这时,只见那只蜜蜂在地上挣扎着,像要死去一样。奇怪,它蜇了我,为什么它会死去呢?我决心弄个明白。回家后,我找到我的“哑 When the spring is over, the recovery of all things, I am in my grandmother's flowers, looking at those bright flowers, relaxed and happy. “Ah -” I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm. Turned a little, a small thing rolled to the ground. “What is this?” I bowed and looked down as I said to myself. “Oh! It turned out to be a bee sting me, no wonder so painful.” At this time, I saw the bee struggling on the ground, as if to die. Strange, it stung me, why did it die? I was determined to get it. After returning home, I found my "dumb