The mind of a beekeeper

    The life of a beekeeper is to make sweet honey with his own painstaking efforts. Where flowers bloom, beekeepers go. In the fragrance of flowers everywhere, beekeepers and bees are busy with hard work, tasting the sweetness of hard work.

    In the morning, the beekeepers get up early, and the woods are always woken up by them and the bees. Bees are precious, and bees are more touching than notes. Because bees are alive, living color gives birth to fragrance, can make ordinary pollen nectar, can create sweet life. Especially to beekeepers, bees are more precious than gold.

    Bees are always chasing flowers in their life, and flowers as companions. Cherry blossoms, winter jasmine, rhododendrons, sophorae flowers, jujube flowers, rape flowers, as well as redbud and peony flowers are bees' intimate friends. Where there is the fragrance of flowers, gather them, and where there is a sweet call, create them.

    Bees always die on the way to gather honey, it is a kind of death for hard work. A bee's life is pure. It toil to gather honey and pollinate plants. Beekeepers and bees chase the flowers together, wandering around, there are wives and children, parents and relatives, beekeepers can not stay at home quietly. From the day that chose to raise bees, beekeepers began to sojourn in nature, footprints everywhere, everywhere is home.

    Far away from the crowd, beekeepers blend thoughts, sorrows, joys, longings and dreams into the flowers, into the amber honey. Chasing the flowers, with their own hard work brewed sweet honey. This is the life of a beekeeper. Although hard, as long as bees are industrious, beekeepers will not be lazy, beekeepers are happy.