Sorry, I killed a bee

Throughout July 2011, Baima Yangzong was in the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon. That was a scientific research activity for the Grand Canyon biodiversity survey, mainly through video recording of species and conducting sweeping surveys.

On the first day she arrived in Pai Town, the survey team was divided into two groups to develop plans and routes: one for humanities and one for biology. She was in the humanities group, and her main trip was to the last village in the direction of the Grand Canyon, "Gala Village". Her first day of acclimatization was to go to the village of Soissons to photograph the giant bee. This bee is the largest in the world. It is called the Himalayan black bee, or rock bee, and its nest is built on a rock face. There are two or three very large hives hanging on the mountain like a few black cakes. The photographer was not only interested in the bee but also in photographing a rare bird that pounces on honey and large bees, called the yellow-rumped honey.

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They were suddenly attacked by big bees on the mountain, only three or four of them at first. But by the time they reacted, their heads were surrounded by big bees. Baima Yangzong was wearing a hat and a T-shirt cardigan, and she pulled the hat and ran down the hill, covering her chest with her free hand as she ran.

She said, "When the bees were at their peak, my ears were deafened, and the bomber-like sound whined." Then, many dead bees fell from her body, and a yellow poisonous gland hung on her clothes, which were their internal organs. A disgusting smell of honey mixed with offal permeated her body. As they descended the hill, they ran as fast as they could, which was running for their lives and playing for their lives. On the steep slope of the mountain, a tripping stone can send people flying out and kill them.

When she was a child, she had imagined several scenarios of escape, one of which was being chased by bees - I did not expect the dream to come true.

As she ran, she saw the Yarlung Tsangpo River in the distance and thought, "What should I do, what should I do when I meet this situation? Do you need to jump into the river? Jumping into the river will die? But she could not afford to think about the problem, because the river was too far away, and the road to the river was full of thorny bushes. She thought to herself: left and right is a tragic death, to bullying! A Novel of the Gods and Eagles

These big bees put their best foot forward to die with people. Her back, neck, shoulders, and top of her head were zapped with painful insanity. One bee went around the front and chose the softest spot on her body to nail it ...... She let out an "ah", tears and snot all at once.

They did not know how many more bees there would be and ran for more than a kilometer before slowly shaking off the swarm. An expert was moved to tears and said, "Fortunately, the big head is still a bee, not enough poison, if it is a hornet, we do not die twice are sorry for ourselves."

Three of the most seriously injured in their team, a captain, an entomologist, and a female reporter from the Shanghai Morning Post, were stung on average about a hundred times each, and more than fifty stings were pulled from their heads alone. The three most serious, that afternoon, the symptoms of fever and vomiting, were pulled to the town of Bayi infusion, six bottles of liquid into the body before it was okay. The rest of the people in the mildest condition is diarrhea, Baima Yangzong is considered the least injured in the team, but also stung more than twenty mouths. Sting to the end, she almost from fear into a complete rage, a hand to grab an all crushed.

Later, she showed me a picture of her injury, and from that time on, I had a new perception of the word "pig-headed three".

Baima Yangzong said with tears in her eyes: "What should I do? I've killed more than one person."

I said, "Don't show this photo to your boyfriend in order not to continue to create sins ......."

She nodded seriously and said gratefully, "Thanks for the reminder, really buddy ......," and then, with tears in her eyes, asked, "What should I do? I'm killing myself ......"

In 2011, I also met a woman, a delicate and elegant, charming urban beauty.

I asked her to go to a farmhouse to eat local food, and after the meal, we cooled off in the courtyard. She picked up a cup of boiling water and slowly poured it onto the ground, which was a string of tiny ant holes, a small patch of scalded black ants floating on a puddle.

She smiled at me adorably and said, "I hate it, it's just crawling up to my shoes ...... "三体小说

I also smiled at her adorably, and then we buried the bill in the AA system.

Make an appointment for your epitaph

In this article, I tried to explore the word life and death through her narrative, although we are still young, always feel that it has reached the age when we should think about those issues. I have a feeling that she is destined to die on her journey. If that day doesn't come, I won't be sad and lament, I just hope she draws a happy period.

Over the years, I have met many women on the road like her unique variety, they are accustomed to following their hearts, I call them young at heart. They are not the same as the flowers in the greenhouse, they have their own set of laws of growth and their metabolic rate. I am honored to have been part of their photosynthesis, and to learn about life and death together.

As you read this text, she may be floating in the streets of Turkey, or she may be holding a cup of Turkish coffee that she dabbled with, taking a sip and filling her mouth with residue. Perhaps she is standing in the dotted lights of the Bosphorus, secretly lighting a cigarette ...... The wind from the Black Sea is ruffling the curls on her forehead and rubbing across her slightly rough cheeks.

I would love to have the opportunity to write about her again fifteen years later.

If I could, I would like to record every amazing journey of her youth in its entirety.

By then she will have aged, and may even have become a sophisticated and calm middle-aged woman. I hope that by then my words will be the medicine to arouse her heart along with her nude photos in the wilderness.

Hey, if you've died on the road by then, I'd be happy to travel across a thousand miles to help you write your epitaph.