In the evening, cicadas lie prone on the tree to write a composition.

1. The composition about cicada is also called cicada. In hot summer, especially at noon, they lie on the bark and sing "cicada, cicada" endlessly. .. ",hence the name cicada. Their loud and long cries also make them famous musicians. When countless cicadas sing together, it becomes annoying noise.

Cicada lives by sucking sap from trees. Although it is a pest, the flesh of the larvae before peeling is very fat, rich in protein, and can be fried. It not only tastes delicious, but also has high nutritional value. The skin taken off by cicadas can also be used as medicine.

There are many kinds of arthropods belonging to the animal kingdom, such as grasshoppers and leafhoppers.

Cicada likes to lay eggs in the soil near trees, and larvae eat the roots in the soil. Molded larvae will climb out of the soil and then climb to the tree to peel. Wings will grow on the peeled back and you can fly to any tree to suck juice.

When a cicada sucks juice from a tree and finds that a natural enemy wants to eat it, it can't fly because it drinks too much juice, but it will immediately lose weight by urinating, thus flying away.

Cicada is both a musician and an annoying destroyer.

2. Write a composition about catching cicadas. Hello.

Catch cicadas last night, my parents and I took bottles, tweezers and flashlights and went down to catch cicadas under the poplar trees by the Jian River. When we got to the river, we opened our eyes and searched every tree for fear of letting go of an inch. At this time, my mother found the first cicada, fat and big, covered in mud. I thought to myself: mom has gained something, I can't fall behind! So I opened my eyes and looked at the trunks and roots more carefully. Sure enough, on the trunk, I found a cicada climbing up. I was about to put it in the bottle when I looked down. A stupid cicada missed the trunk, fell from the tree and struggled in the grass. I was so happy that I immediately put the two cicadas in the bottle together. Through our unremitting efforts, we caught 30 cicadas at once. It was dark, and we walked home with the joy of harvest. Today is so meaningful, with joy, disappointment, expectation and surprise. Dad says cicadas are pests, which means we are catching pests!

3. The composition describing cicadas in summer is 400 words.

Author: Luo

Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think of the south.

I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind.

Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? ?

What opens the door in summer is cicada singing, and what opens the door in autumn is the finished life of cicada. In summer, the cicadas in the trees shout loudly, as if to tell people that there is such life. Cicada's life is short, but self-love and cherish improve its life value. In fact, each of us has great significance, that is, to continue the next generation.

cicada

Author: Yu Shinan

Blow the core and drink the clear dew,

The stream gurgled through the sparse tung trees.

From a distance,

It doesn't need the help of autumn wind

Cicada Singing, On the Road of Early Autumn —— Writing Cicada's Composition

In early autumn, on my way home, I heard cicadas singing.

What a skillful move this is. The melody is high and heavy, and the melody is euphemistic and light. Listening in the flying carriage, I can't tell whether this is a solo by a famous cicada performer or a chorus by many cicada singers. That ethereal and wonderful voice comes and goes, ups and downs are continuous, just like a long river whistling in the sky and a small river whispering. Isn't that a teenager who is about to give up childishness walking in a heroic manner? In the background of that song, it seems to be full of joy after a leap.

The cicada was singing and singing all the way. Gradually, the whole space is like a mirror, and the sound waves of cicadas are scattered on the lake. Even the dying poplars on the roadside sobbed and sang like a string of floating streamline. This sound is like a little bee butterfly, tied to the streamline of branch transformation, swaying with the branches and streamline, shaking its wings slightly and singing and dancing heartily. My heart gradually follows the melody, like riding a canoe, swaying slowly in the warmth of singing. Before you know it, you will be immersed in the long and beautiful tune that the fisherman girl hummed.

Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a few birds in the field, jumping wing to wing between crops and branches, like a beautiful woman, scanning the ripe sorghum from time to time-the rich seeds exposed to frankincense after childbirth. Corn is like a girl whose lips are slightly open, revealing rows of charming white teeth, and she can't help but bang. However, those birds that leap from time to time seem to understand my mind-not only look at me with naughty little eyes, but also their chirping mouths and playful pursuit seem to show their deep contempt for me. At present, I dare not laugh.

Therefore, I am eager to see the persimmon forest on the village slope, and my heart is full of fragrance. Is it a dream shadow sung by flying cicadas, or is it a veil hiding the delicate face of autumn? I thought. However, in this unpredictable haze, I finally feel that it is indeed full of a commotion, an encouragement, a temptation, and a touching song of life! Is this a mood or an artistic conception? Perhaps, only careful people can see through the misty smoke and appreciate the intoxicating scenery that is easily eroded by wind and rain. Only in this way can we find a way to harvest colorful and boundless leaves when the joy of hiding comes and in the process of giving birth in early autumn!

Because, there is a cicada singing world that can be childlike.

4. Grasp the 400-word composition "Catch the cicada"

One night, my mother and I went to the nearby Nanhu Square to play. There are many people in the square, some are dancing and some are skating, which is very lively. Where my mother dances, there are many children playing there. They kept running and shouting, as if looking for something on the ground. I joined them curiously. It turned out that they were catching cicadas.

I listened carefully and really heard the cicada. I saw many cicadas flying around in the light, some of them flew down, and the cicadas that fell to the ground were quickly caught by the children. Children who caught cicadas laughed happily, but those who didn't were depressed. Some cicadas fell to the ground and were trampled to death by children. I couldn't beat the other children and didn't catch the cicada.

Suddenly, my mother came up to me mysteriously and said, "Guess what I caught, son?" I guess it's cicada Mom smiled and said I was right. Mother spread out her palm, and I saw a cicada in her hand. I am very happy. According to my mother, a cicada landed on her and was caught by her. After careful observation, I found that cicada's eyes are like dragonfly's eyes, and cicada's hands have a lot of hair, which makes them feel itchy. The voice of cicada is "cicada, cicada". As the book says, cicada, cicada, summer is coming, and you won't know until then.

Later, my mother and I caught cicadas together. We caught five cicadas together. Cicada is also called cicada. On my way home, my mother told me an ancient poem called Cicada, which reads as follows:

cicada

Author: Yu Shinan

Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree.

Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.

5. Writing 300-word composition of cicada One noon in the summer vacation, the fireball-like sun scorched the earth and the trees hung their heads. The puppy is sticking out its red tongue in the shade, and the cicada is barking desperately in the tree. Summer is so boring that my brother and I have to sit at home and do our own thing. Suddenly, my brother smiled inexplicably and said to me, "JJ, the cicada in the tree is with us." I agreed. So my brother and I made two simple net bags and went straight to the small garden downstairs. "Look," a live cicada stops on the trunk. It is black. Under the sunshine, its transparent wings shine a little, and its two lovely black eyes are shaking. Like a musician who never ends, it's quite cute. Just when I was secretly happy, my brother next to me burst out laughing. I calmed down and said discontentedly to my brother, "Brother, what are you laughing at? Catch one if you can. " Now, my brother stopped laughing and said to me, "JJ, look what's in your net bag." Please have a look! " I looked at the net bag and was unconvinced. Ah, this cicada is really clever. At the moment I threw the net bag at the trunk, it flew to another tree, and I couldn't help laughing. Can't a little cicada conquer it? I am not convinced. I learned the lesson just now, quietly approached the tree, found the target, picked up the net bag, and suddenly jumped, letting the cicada take measures. I escaped from the net bag when I was happy. At this time, my brother took out his net bag and walked gently to the tree. I thought to myself: it seems that you can't catch cicadas, and you still laugh at me! I saw my brother aiming at the cicada's position, approaching step by step, slowly covering the branch where the cicada was located, and the cicada was easily caught by his brother. I made a written oath to fulfill my military orders for myself. This time, we must catch the cicada, bite our teeth, learn from our brother, find the target first, and find it. On the big locust tree opposite, I walked with a catwalk and approached the cicada. Cicada can only wander in the net bag. I took a deep breath and caught the cicada in the bottle. I caught one, which greatly increased my confidence Two, three ... I'm not showing weakness. * * * Seven were caught, and the hit rate reached 100%. My brother and I went home with our cicadas. At the same time, I learned a truth in the process of catching cicadas.

6. Catch the cicada in the composition.

One day last summer vacation, I strolled along the path of my hometown full of green, watching the changes in my hometown in recent years and listening to the crisp songs of birds.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from my ear, but I couldn't remember what it was. So I ran along the sound and came to a forest. The sound was much louder. "Yes, it's the cicada!" I was surprised and began to look for them in the Woods.

I saw its figure in a lush tree. It was a big cicada. I can't wait to reach for it, but I can't reach it! I have some bricks under my feet, but I still can't catch them.

I hurried home to find help-dad. Dad took out the wire, found bamboo poles and made a net bag for catching cicadas. I happily picked up the net bag and ran into the Woods.

When I came to the big tree, I quietly raised my net and slowly approached the cicada. Getting closer and closer, "pa", I fell into my net with a bang. It struggled desperately in the net, trying its best to escape, and it just spouted "urine" from * * *. I don't believe it. I smiled and said, "Ha ha! It's your bad luck to meet Uncle Ben! Come home with me! " Cicada seemed to understand what I said and lay silently on the internet.

With this cicada, I am excited to go home!

7. I like keeping cicadas.

Cicada's life goes through three different periods: egg, larva, pupa and adult. Eggs are laid on trees, larvae live underground, and adults return to trees. After the cicada mated, the male cicada completed his mission and died soon. The female cicada began to lay eggs. She poked holes in the branches with a pointed ovipositor, producing four or eight at a time. A branch often needs dozens of holes, and then the female cicada dies soon without eating or drinking.

Cicadas spend the first two or three years of their lives underground, maybe longer. In the meantime, it sucks juice from the roots. Then one day, I broke out of the ground and found a tree to climb with my instinct to survive. After several years of slow growth, cicada pupa climbed out of the ground as an energy storage body. Its front paws for digging holes can also be used for climbing. When black cracks appear on the back of cicada pupa, the molting process begins. Molting is controlled by hormones. The front legs of the cicada pupa are hooked, so that when the adult comes out of the empty shell, it can be firmly hung on the tree. It is very important that the cicada pupa must face the tree vertically. This is for the normal development of adult wings, otherwise the wings will be deformed. Cicada, based on the pupa shell, slowly releases itself, just like climbing out of a pair of armor. The whole process takes about an hour. When the cicada's upper body is free, it spreads its wings upside down. At this stage, cicadas' wings are very soft, and they spread their wings through body fluid tubes. The body fluid tube spreads its wings by the pressure of liquid. When the liquid is pumped back into the cicada, the spread wings have become hard. If the cicada is disturbed in the process of spreading its wings, it will be disabled for life and may not be able to fly at all. After molting, cicadas cling to branches and feed on the sap of branches or trunks.

I like raising cicadas.