Composition on the cry of cicadas

1 I found that the cicada's abdomen can "sing"

In the hot summer, the heat wave rolls in like a steamer that has just opened the lid, and the heat is unbearable. When I was taking a nap, I turned on the fan but all the air it blew out was hot air, so my dad turned on the air conditioner for me so that I could fall asleep as soon as possible. Suddenly my room was as cool as autumn, which was so comfortable.

When I calmed down and was about to fall asleep, suddenly there was a burst of "Zhi, Zhi" chirping outside the window, one after another, and the sound reached my ears. I knew that this was Zhi Zhi singing again. . I yelled: "What an annoying cicada. No matter day or night, you always scream 'cicada', as if you were a singer. What you make is just noise. If you scream again, I will Just catch you and stop your mouth!"

My words were heard by my father. He smiled and said to me: "Son, you are wrong. Cicada is not something you use your mouth to express. Sing."

"Singing with your mouth? Isn't such a loud sound coming from Cicada's mouth? Who would believe it? "I thought Dad was joking with me," he said. Don't say so.

But my father said seriously: "Cicadas do not sing with their mouths, and not all cicadas can sing." After hearing what my father said, I was very curious, so I pestered my father to give it to me. Explain what exactly is used to sing.

It turns out that there are male and female cicadas. The cicada that can sing is male. Its vocal organ is on the abdomen, like a big drum covered with a layer of eardrum. The eardrum is vibrated to produce sound. Since the chirping muscle can stretch and contract about 10,000 times per second, there is an empty space between the cover and the tympanic membrane, which can play the role of singing, so the chirping sound is particularly loud. And can take turns to use a variety of different tones to sing passionately. The female cicada's instrument structure is incomplete and cannot produce sound, so it is a "dumb cicada".

After some explanations from my father, it suddenly dawned on me that the singing voice of "Zhi, Zhi" does not come from the mouth, but that its articulator is actually in the abdomen. There is science everywhere in life. In the future, I must learn science well, use science well, and strive to discover and unlock more scientific mysteries in life. 2 The cry of cicadas

The hot summer is here, and the cry of cicadas reaches everyone’s ears, telling people that the really hot summer is coming.

One day my mother and I sent my little brother to school. On the way back, I heard a lot of cicada cries, and I couldn’t wait to catch them. So, following the cry of cicadas, I hurriedly ran into the woods on the roadside, walked under a big willow tree, looked up at the tree, and carefully searched for cicadas. I suddenly found a cicada. , but it stopped too high. I walked under the tree and was about to climb up to catch it. As if it saw me, it flew away with a "swish". I thought to myself: "Such a small cicada can be so difficult to deal with." At this moment, I saw a grandfather holding a long fishing rod in one hand, grabbing the cicada skillfully and holding the cicada in the other hand. One hand held a large plastic pot with dozens of them already inside. I ran over and asked curiously: "How do you catch cicadas with a fishing rod?" Grandpa happily told me: "First stick the gluten on the top of the fishing rod, and at the same time, you must aim quietly and start. Come on, this way you can stick to the cicada." I suddenly realized that there is a way to catch the cicada. I hurriedly ran to my mother and said, "Mom, can you buy me a fishing rod for catching cicadas?" My mother smiled and nodded, holding my hand and going to the store to buy it together.

On the afternoon of the second day, my mother and I went to catch cicadas with our fishing rods and plastic bottles. When I walked under a tall tree, I saw a cicada, screaming happily. I began to follow the method my grandpa taught me. I first stuck the gluten on the top of the fishing rod, then quietly stretched the fishing rod to the side of the cicada, and stuck it over fiercely. As a result, the stick became crooked, and the cicada's "chut" was gone. flew away. I was very angry that they could be so cunning. So, I went looking for a new goal. I searched and searched... but couldn't find it for a long time. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I found one parked on a tall willow tree. This time I was more cautious. I quietly put the fishing rod behind the cicada and pressed hard, and the cicada was stuck. I shouted happily: "Mom, I caught one." I quickly put away the fishing rod and saw that the cicada was still struggling with gluten. I yanked it off the gluten and put it in a plastic bottle.

With the help of my mother, I became more and more comfortable in catching cicadas, one, two, three...

Soon it was evening and we returned home with a full load. Cicadas became our delicious dinner and also eliminated harm to the big tree. 3 The chirping of cicadas

I came to the pear orchard in midsummer and saw the yellow pears all over the garden, not to mention how happy I felt. Suddenly I saw a big, black cicada resting on the trunk of a pear tree. My curiosity arose immediately. I moved my steps gently, slowly approached and stood there motionless, observing carefully. cicada.

After a while, I saw this big and black cicada spread its wings. He spread his wings and looked towards a prince wearing beautiful clothes. With the movement of his wings. When I opened it, a pleasant sound came into my ears, like a tenor singer. The singing voice rose and fell continuously. After a while, I saw a few more cicadas flying down to the pear tree. They When they first arrived, they stood on the pear branches, looked around, and looked for their friends. After a while, a chorus played in my ears. What a beautiful sound. As the singing continued, the branches fell again. A few cicadas. Such a good gathering made me catch up. As a listener, I have to participate in this concert.

As the song continued to rise and fall, I saw the cicadas constantly shaking their wings, dancing like beautiful girls. They were so leisurely and contented, making friends with their friends, that I, the audience, almost forgot my identity. , I wanted to join them and participate in this singing and dancing gathering. I felt my body gradually shrinking and slowly climbing up the branches. I climbed to a smaller body, with a pair of beautiful wings and a beautiful singing voice. Next to the cicada, I happily greeted him, hello, your wings are so beautiful, your song is the most beautiful I have ever heard, what is your name? She replied: "My name is Bel Canto Dowa", what a good name, what a good singing voice, she praised. She told me that you were participating in the summer bel canto cabaret gathering. Hearing this, I suddenly thought that the things in nature are just like us humans, colorful and full of content. I saw some chatting, some dancing, some singing loudly... Look, what a great concert and gathering! They are creating harmonious notes for their comfortable and beautiful life. I gently returned to the tree because I couldn't bear to disturb their harmonious gathering. My face was filled with intoxication and I forgot myself. The beautiful music of the cicadas shines around the trees like moonlight. In my opinion, their music is the most beautiful in the world.

Unknowingly, I felt a stream of water flowing down my back. I gently stretched out my hand to touch it. Oh, it turned out to be sweat. I felt a little bit on my legs. When I looked back, Come on, it turns out I've been here for a long time. Although I felt a little tired, I still waved my little hands and said goodbye to my singers, see you next time. 4 The sound of cicadas in childhood

When I was a child, my favorite thing to do every summer was to listen to the cries of cicadas in the trees.

At that time, after lunch every day, my mother would take my sister and me to sleep in the alleyway of my hometown. At the entrance of the old alley, there is a cool breeze. My mother, who had been tired for a long time, fell asleep as soon as she put her body on the mat. Seeing that our mother was already asleep, my sister and I tiptoed to the woodshed to pick up the cicada pole, and ran towards the trees outside the village.

At noon in summer, the sun dances in the sky like a firebird, and the ground steams like a huge oven. We ran out of the village holding the "cicada". It felt like the sky was equipped with a huge mirror, and it was bright everywhere. The wild flowers on the roadside have all withered, and the crops in the fields have bowed their heads; only the tall trees are full of energy, with dense green and shiny leaves. There was no one around, not even the passing puppies and kittens. But at this time, the cicadas on the tree were as lively as many villagers gathering together for a meeting: the high-pitched ones were like middle-aged women, shouting and scolding naughty children; the low-pitched ones were like an elderly man, holding a cigarette holder and coughing; The bright one is like a little girl jumping around and singing beautiful songs; the muddy voice is like a drunken man in his prime, blowing alcohol with his mouth full of alcohol. I stood under the old elm tree with a pole and listened, feeling swaying, as if I had turned into a cicada, joining their team and talking loudly with them.

Suddenly, a particularly loud and urgent voice came. It turned out that my sister had trapped a cicada. The cicada struggled desperately in the oil paper sleeve, its wings flapping and making a rustling sound.

"I caught it, oh..." my sister shouted excitedly, and I quickly helped her take the cicada out of the casing. When I gently pinched the two wings of the cicada with my two fingers, it screamed at the top of its lungs. The sound was as sharp as a diamond cutting glass, as if I wanted to strangle it to death. Of course I didn't strangle it to death, but tied its feet with a thread to prevent it from flying away... I don't know how long it took, but I saw several farmers walking towards the fields with straw hats on their shoulders, hoes and baskets on their backs. go. My sister and I quickly stopped and went home - because my mother also had to get up to work. We ignored the scorching heat and ran home with the poles in hand. My mother had already woken up by then. She looked at us sweating profusely and our faces and arms were tanned. She turned around to look for someone to beat us. I ran away as soon as I saw it, but my sister, who was six or seven years old, read a nursery rhyme to her mother with a playful smile: "Cicadas chirp, lazy women sleep in sleep, men come back, pu ba pu ba clasp straw..." My mother listened. Listening, I couldn't help but smile...

On a summer afternoon, I can't help but feel a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms come and go quickly, often within an hour, and the thunder and lightning cease as soon as the dark clouds pass. Just after the thunderstorm, the weather was particularly cool, and a gust of wind was like a ladle of well water pouring down on you. My sister and I ran out the door and splashed water on the low recesses of the stone slabs with our bare feet. The water in the low recesses of the stone slab was now so clear that it could even illuminate the silhouettes of people. As soon as I stepped on it, the accumulated water was like broken glass splashing onto my calf, making it itch. Suddenly, a cicada chirped from an unknown tree, long and extended, like a Peking Opera actor singing a long note with great energy. Immediately afterwards, other cicadas seemed to be infected, and they pulled up the "long board" one by one. Often one of them would just stop to take a breath, and the other one would eagerly catch up, like a group of children playing a relay race on the sunbathing field. But such a period is always very short. In less than half an hour, the sleepy young man Taiyang took a nap and started exercising energetically again. As a result, the weather seemed to become hotter than before the thunderstorm, and the sun pierced the skin like embroidery needles, making people feel like red prickly heat was about to break out all over their bodies. At this time, the mother has not returned home. My sister and I carried plastic water bottles and repaired car tires and ran to the river to swim. Cicadas were chirping lively in the shade of the trees. My sister and I followed the children of the same age and swam in the water without any guidance.

At that moment, I seemed to feel that the cicadas were just like us, like a group of naughty children playing freely. Their calls were sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes chaotic and sometimes neat. I really doubted whether they were I'm rehearsing the chorus. Suddenly, I accidentally let go of my hand and the plastic bottle slipped from my hand. I danced my hands and feet and struggled desperately. When my feet touched the soft river mud and my hands grasped the plastic bottle again, I had already drank a few mouthfuls of water, and my ears were filled with water, as if they were covered by two layers of film. At this time, listening to the cicadas chirping on the tree, I felt that the sound was very far away, as if the cicadas had hid in my stomach, and their songs reached my ears across thousands of mountains and rivers in my body.