Chapter 59 flower bee

I was sitting in the yard, admiring a newly bloomed Zhumo flower. It was early morning, and Zhumo flower was still smiling in the morning light with the dew from last night. At this time, a bee came through the sunlight, and it stopped on the hibiscus flower almost without hesitation, sucking the nectar so devotedly, intently and forgetfully.Smiling, dewy Zhumo flowers; focused, ecstatic bees that look as if they are kissing. But with what kind of love did the hibiscus flower and the flower picker bee meet on the balcony of the city?The infinity and vastness of space and time make me feel that it is a miracle for a bee to find a hibiscus flower!The thread connecting them is not accidental!

What good is there in flowers that bees travel across cities to find and drink?After the bees flew away, I took off the Zhumo flower and sucked it, and found that there was indeed a fragrant and sweet juice in the flower.ah!It turns out that in the universe, Zhu Mohua, bees or butterflies are all sentient beings who pursue happiness and beauty! A person who follows his lust and flies through the time and space of life and death is no different from a bee flying in search of a flower! The essence of lust is the root of life and death, but there are also beautiful revelations in the pursuit of lust.

The bee is so attentive and affectionate when picking flowers, but it is not attached to a flower. This is why people call those prodigal sons who are romantic but not dedicated "flower bees"! I think of a sentence in the "Buddhist Sutra": "It is like a bee picking flowers, but take its taste without compromising the color and fragrance." I feel that people are sometimes inferior to a bee in terms of emotional attitude.