一只翅膀和一次极渺茫的成功希望（2）
But the bee paid no attention to my superior wisdom. It seemed to be gaining strength and increasing the tempo of its repairs. The bent veins that stiffened the gossamer wing were nearly straight now.
At last the bee felt sufficiently confident to attempt a trial flight. With an audible buzz it released its grip on the earth—and flew into a rise in the sand not more than three incheas away. The little creature hit so hard that it tumbled. More frantic smoothing and flexing followed.
Again the bee lifted off, this time flying six inches before hitting another mound5. Apparently the bee had regained the lift in it