Childhood highlights are about 15 words, about 300 words. Summarize in one sentence, and then comment on 10 entomology collection with about 150 words, each with about 300 words.

1. cicada

It is very important for it to climb up and down the cave easily, because when it climbs outside in the sun, it must know what the climate is like outside. So it will take weeks or even a month to make a solid wall suitable for it to climb up and down. At the top of the tunnel, a layer of finger-thick soil was left to protect and resist the changes of the outside air until the last moment. As long as there is some news of good weather, it will climb up and measure the climate with a thin cover at the top.

2. waist wasp

I remember once going to a silk factory, where I saw a nest of bees tied around my waist. It built its nest in the computer room and chose a place for itself above the big boiler on the ceiling. It looks really eye-catching! It chose this place for itself. Throughout the year, no matter whether it is hot or cold, no matter the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the temperature displayed by the thermometer is always 120 degrees, except at night and those holidays. Obviously, there is no heating in the boiler these days, so the temperature will definitely change. This fact clearly tells us that this little animal is really demanding on temperature! Moreover, the location of home and he is also a guy who is good at choosing a location for himself.

mantis

But when the poor locust moved to the point where the mantis could just touch it, the mantis immediately used its weapon mercilessly, hit the poor worm hard with its powerful "palm" and pressed it hard with those two saws. Therefore, no matter how doggedly the little prisoner resisted, it was of no help. Next, the brutal demon ghost winner began to chew his booty. Of course it will feel very proud. In this way, treating the enemy like autumn leaves is mantis's unchanging creed.

4.fireflies

Fireflies often use a reptile to climb to the top of the bottle-to make up for the lack of strength of their legs and feet. First, carefully observe the snail's movements, then make judgments and choices, and find a place to decouple. Then, just a quick bite is enough to make the opponent unconscious. It all happened in a flash. So, without any delay, the firefly began to make its delicious meat porridge, in order to prepare it as food in a few days.

5.spiders

Of the six kinds of spiders, only two usually rest in the center of the web, namely the striped spider and the mercerized spider. Even in the scorching sun, they will never easily leave the net and rest in the shade for a while. As for other spiders, they don't appear during the day. Their own way is to combine work and rest. There is a hidden place not far from their net, which is made of leaves and thread. During the day, they hide in it, quietly, and let themselves be deeply lost in thought.

6. This is an unforgettable party. I call it the big peacock butterfly party. Who doesn't know this gorgeous butterfly? It is the most beautiful butterfly in Europe. It is wearing a chestnut velvet coat and a white fur collar. The gray wings have wavy lines, and the middle part has a dark white word "Z"; There is a circle of smoky black white edge on the outer edge; There is a point like a big eye in the center, which consists of a black pupil and a red diaphragm; Around this point, the ring is wrapped in black, white, brown and red arcs.

In addition, there are all kinds of birds in the Woods near the house. Some of them are singing birds, some are green warblers, some are sparrows and owls. There is a small pond in this forest, which is full of frogs. When May comes, they will form a deaf band. Among the residents, the bravest is the wasp, which occupied my house without permission. There are white-waisted bees in front of my house. Every time I walk into the house, I must be very careful, or I will step on them and ruin their mining work. In the closed window, plasterer bees nest on the soft sand wall. I accidentally left a small hole in the wooden frame of the window, and they used it as a portal. On the edge of the shutter, a few lost bees from Mei Sen built a hive. As soon as lunch time comes, these wasps come to visit. Their purpose is of course to see if my grapes are ripe.

7. Mysterious pond

I never get bored when I stare at the pond. In this little green world

In the room, I don't know how many busy little lives will be endless. By the muddy pool, piles of black can be seen everywhere.

Our tadpoles are playing and chasing in the warm pool water; Red-bellied salamanders also use their wide tails as rudders.

Swaying and moving slowly; In the reed grass, we can also find groups of silkworm larvae.

The children each hid their bodies in a small sheath made of dead branches-this small sheath was used to defend against natural enemies and various intentions.

For an unexpected disaster.

Wonderful clip "childhood"

Another nightmare.

One night, after drinking tea, my grandfather and I sat down to read a poem. Grandma's regime was washing dishes when Uncle Yakov burst in. His messy hair is no different from ordinary people.

But I don't look right. He didn't say hello, also don't see who, threw his hat, waving his hands and went out:

"Dad, Misiga is crazy!"

"He ate an iron rice bowl at my place, probably drank two more cups, smashed tables and bowls, tore a piece of dyed woolen cloth into strips, smashed windows, and bullied me and Gregory endlessly!

"Now he's coming and says he's going to kill you! You must be careful ... "

Grandpa propped himself up slowly with his hands, his face wrinkled into an axe, and his eyes almost popped out:

"Did you hear that, old woman?"

"Yes, killed his father, his own son!

"At that time, at that time! Children ... "

He walked up and down the room with his shoulders. Suddenly, he closed the door with one hand, picked up a heavy hook and turned to Yakov:

"You don't want to get Valavaara's dowry? Isn't it?

Take it! "

He stretched out his thumb between his index finger and middle finger and reached under Yakov's nose-this is a sign of contempt!

Yakov made a look of injustice:

"Dad, it's none of my business!"

"It's none of your business. You know best what that is! "

Grandma said nothing. She is busy putting the teacups in the cupboard.

"I I'm here to protect you ..."

"Yes, protect me! Great, thank you, dad, good son!

"Old woman, give this fox a weapon, Yakov Vasiliev. As soon as your brother rushes in, you aim at his head and hit him! "

My uncle is hiding in the corner.

"Since you don't believe me, I will ..."

"Trust you?"

Grandpa stamped his foot and roared:

"To tell you, I believe in chickens, cats, dogs and rabbits, but you, I will wait and see!

"I know, you got him drunk, and you made him do it!

"Very well, you can do it, hit him or hit me!"

Grandma whispered to me:

"Quick, run to the small window above. Come down and tell us as soon as your uncle Mikhail appears! "

I am proud of this heavy responsibility.

I observed the street meticulously.

On the dusty and buried streets, pebbles are like swollen scars, and the swollen blisters nearby are getting bigger and bigger, extending to Ostroshnaya Square on the other side of the valley. The square is covered with dirt, and there is a prison on the dirt.

The prison is gray, and there is a watchtower in every corner, which is majestic and melancholy.

At one end of Sinaya Square, there is also a yellow detention center and a lead-gray fire watchtower.

A fireman on duty, like a dog on a chain, keeps walking back and forth.

There is also a stinky puddle called Jiukefu, which grandma said my uncles had thrown my father into one winter.

Looking back, facing the window is an alley, and at the end of the alley is a low three saints church.

A low roof washed by autumn rain has already been covered with thick dust, crowded at the church door like a beggar, and all the windows are staring, probably like me, waiting for something to happen.

There are not many pedestrians in the street, moving like cockroaches.

A strong smell rushed up and made me feel very disappointed. That's the smell of green onions and humengbu steamed buns.

I feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, my heart is pressed down and the wall is pushing me! Moreover, there seems to be nothing in the body supporting outward, and it is necessary to break the ribs and chest!

It's him, uncle Mikhail!

He appeared in the alley with his hat covering his ears and a big face.

He was wearing a brown coat and knee-length boots, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other touching his beard.

Look at him, he's murderous! I should run down to report at once, but I can't move anyway!

I saw him crawling to the pavilion. He was opening the door of the pavilion!

I flew down and knocked on grandpa's door.

"who?"

"me!"

"What, he went into the pavilion? Ok, you go! "

I'm scared there ... "

"Come on, stay!"

I had to go up and lie prone on the window again.

One day, the hostess of the pub quarreled with her grandfather. She scolded her grandmother who didn't take part in the quarrel, and even threw carrots at her.

"You are so confused, my good wife." My grandmother told her calmly, but I was so angry that I decided to get back at this vicious woman once.

I thought and thought about how to give this red and fat woman with thin eyes and a more painful blow.

I have observed the intrigue of my neighbors, and I know that the ways they retaliate against each other are: cutting off the cat's tail, poisoning the dog, killing the rooster and hen, or sneaking into the enemy's kiln in the middle of the night, pouring kerosene into the bucket of sauerkraut and cucumber, and releasing Kvas from the bucket, but these methods are not to my liking; Need to think of a more magical and powerful method.

I have an idea: I will close and lock the top cover of the kiln when I watch the hostess of the pub get down from the kiln. I danced an Avenger dance on it, threw the key on the roof and ran to the kitchen. Grandma was cooking. She didn't immediately understand why I was happy, but when she did, she patted my ass hard, dragged me into the yard and asked me to look for the key on the roof. I feel strange about her attitude. I silently wrote down the key and hid in the corner of the yard to watch her release the captured hostess of the pub. They walked across the yard in a friendly way, talking and laughing.

"I'll let you know," the hostess of the pub threatened me with a clenched fat fist, but there was a kind smile on her fat face that could not see her eyes. Grandma grabbed me by the collar, pulled me into the kitchen and asked:

"Why are you doing this?"

"She hit you with carrots ..."

"Are you for me? So that's what happened! You see, I put your waste under the stove to feed the mice, and you will know! What kind of protector are you, a little bubble, which will burst when poked! You see, I told my grandfather-it's strange that he doesn't peel off your skin! Go to the top floor to study ... "

She ignored me all day. Before praying at night, she sat on the edge of the bed and taught me a few words, which I will never forget:

"Alisha, my dear child, remember: don't mind adults' business! Adults don't study well; God is testing them. You haven't been tested. You should live according to your children's ideas. Wait for God to open your heart, tell you what to do and show you the way to go. You got it? As for who made what mistake-it's none of your business. It is up to God to judge and punish. This is for him, not for us! "

She was silent for a moment, sniffed the snuff, narrowed her right eye and added:

"Yes, who made the mistake? Even God doesn't always know it."

"Doesn't God know everything?" I asked in surprise. She replied softly and sadly:

"If he knows everything, there will be many things that people won't do. His old man looks at the world from the sky and all of us. Sometimes he will say with tears in his face:' My people, my people! "Oh, I feel sorry for you!" "

She cried herself, with tears on her face, and went to the corner to pray.

Since then, her god has been closer to me and can understand me better.

At this moment, I will have some particularly pure and erratic ideas, but these ideas are as delicate and transparent as cobwebs and difficult to express clearly in words. They often burst out suddenly and disappear immediately like meteors, leaving inexplicable sadness in your heart. This will sometimes comfort you and make you feel uneasy. At this time, your creature is boiling and melting, and gradually forms the shape of a lifetime, thus producing the face of your heart.

Childhood review

I recently read Gorky's Childhood, which vividly depicts the tragic childhood of the protagonist Aletha. Alisha's parents died, and his grandfather was very grumpy. Only his grandmother loves him. Grandfather doesn't like him very much, and his two uncles hate him even more. He survived in such a bad environment. In fact, Aletha's prototype is Gorky himself, and Gorky used Aletha to describe his childhood. This made me deeply realize the ugly face of people at that time. Gorky's childhood is so miserable compared with ours now!

How happy we are, spoiled by our parents. Sitting in a spacious and bright classroom every day, listening to the teacher; There are big fish and meat waiting for you to taste when you go home; I will give you what you want; If someone bullies you, adults will not hesitate to give that person a hard lesson. What about Gorky's era? Gorky rarely has a quiet day, and almost every day someone hurts him, insults him and bullies him. I don't understand either. Why do those people do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit themselves? Are these meaningless things worth doing?

Therefore, we should cherish today's happy life. We should grasp the tail of childhood, study hard, and never know when we will be blessed. Such an excellent learning environment and such a wonderful childhood life, if we don't study hard, we will be too sorry for our parents.

Now, seeing that childhood is about to leave, we are greeted by energetic teenagers. Let's cherish the last moment of childhood. If we are not careful, childhood will leave us. Seize the last time of childhood and leave our best impression on childhood.