Excellent composition of cicada

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Cicada excellent composition 1 I know that there are cicadas in the world, and it must start from a summer.

At that time, my father and I went swimming in the swimming pool. When we stopped, we heard a shrill scream, "Zhi … Dad said," It's summer, and cicadas are starting to cry. " After swimming, I still heard cicadas. I said to my father, "Dad, what is a cicada like?" I always hear voices. I haven't seen what it looks like! Hearing this, Dad said, "Come on, I'll take you to catch one." You can tell at a glance. "I was so excited that I followed my father into the Woods. My father took a photo of a tree next to another with a flashlight. Dad told me an interesting story about catching cicadas while looking for them when I was a child. I asked curiously, "Dad, if we talk so loudly, it won't be scared away, will it?" Dad smiled and said, "Don't worry. Cicada can only bark, but can't hear. In fact, it is a real' deaf'. As long as you don't do too much action, it won't fly away until it is seen. "

Soon, we caught a cicada larva on a willow tree. According to my father, cicada larvae are called "climbing branches", and in some places they are also called "cicadas". I let it climb on the branch and take it home. The next morning, I found a golden shell on the screen window. Not far away, there is a light gray cicada with long wings. It bulges its belly, its body color changes from light to dark, and before long, it becomes all black.

I don't know much about cicadas. So, I looked up some related information on the internet: cicadas spend most of their lives underground and then return to trees as adults. When they first appeared from the ground, they had no wings. They struggled to climb the tree, took off their clothes outside and became flying cicadas.

Now, I have a preliminary understanding of it, and I believe that after continuous search, there will be more new discoveries.

Cicada excellent composition 2 people are tall, thin, black and white, beautiful and ugly. The insect world is also varied and varied. Fireflies with lanterns; Hard-working little bees; Spiders that can weave webs.

Let me tell you about the annoying singer in the insect world-cicada. It's annoying because summer is dry and hot. At noon, I turned on the air conditioner and had a good sleep. The cicada outside the window began to cry "cicada, cicada". Open the window to coax them away, but it treats you as air and continues to sing happily.

I rushed downstairs and got even with them. The trunk with thick arms is covered with these guys. I held my breath, concentrated, stood on tiptoe and walked to the tree in small steps. Just now, I kept screaming like a bully, but now I'm a little puss-head, with no neck. I reached out and approached it slowly. "Zhi", a cicada was caught. Its wings are as long as its body, like gauze. Through the wings, you can clearly see its body and limbs. There are a pair of little wings hidden under a pair of big wings, which are only a quarter as big as the big wings. You can't tell without looking carefully.

Are you not thirsty after singing for so long? Go home and check online. It turns out that cicada's head has a special straw. It never worries about drinking water. When it is thirsty, it only needs to drill through the soft bark with the pointed mouth of the awl. Cicada is not only an annoying singer, but also a king of destruction.

However, before it climbs to the ground and becomes a cicada, it must live underground for several years and sing in the sun for less than five weeks.

Is the insect world interesting?

Everyone knows that there is an insect called cicada.

In summer, they often wear gray-black dresses and hold their concerts on the branches. They always sing happily in the trees, ignoring everything. Summer passed, but they disappeared without a trace.

Think about it, cicadas have been singing all summer. When they are thirsty, they will suck the sap from trees. When they are tired, they sleep on the leaves. It seems that nothing needs to be paid. Even if autumn comes, they will die, which is worthwhile. If you think so, it is a great injustice to cicada.

Cicada first appeared in the summer solstice. Larvae with thick fingers will crawl out of the ground, then find plants suitable for its survival, and finally shed their skin and become cicadas. This process seems simple, but it is not easy.

The larva that just crawled out of the egg is very dangerous. They dig a hole in the ground first, and then the gentleman in armor will go in. They have been practicing for a long time, and it will be four or five years before they see the light of day again. The long wait and transformation can only be exchanged for a month of singing, and their happiness is hard-won! And this has not affected their pursuit of singing happiness at all!

Everyone's success is achieved through struggle. Don't expect to get something for nothing. What seems to be readily available often requires great efforts. Without the process of hard work, even if you are lucky enough to achieve temporary success, you will not achieve the happiness you seek! Real success is not the result, but the process!

Cicada is also a symbol of summer. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many literati have been reminded by cicadas and written famous articles that have been told through the ages. However, this summer, due to the influence of the surrounding construction sites, I didn't enjoy the cicada singing.

Summer vacation is coming to an end. I finally got a chance. That night, the construction site was rarely quiet, so I settled down to look for it carefully.

Got it! "cicada, cicada ..." The clear voice is very obvious in this silent night. I just can't find any other cicadas. Have all his companions left? It's normal to think about it. Summer is almost over, and cicadas are almost gone. Only in this way, this cicada is a person, and it sounds particularly desolate and helpless, far less shocking than the chorus I have heard before.

There is only one cicada chirping, which actually sounds a bit monotonous. But after listening for a long time, I was also brought into that artistic conception and felt a person's sadness and loneliness.

Suddenly I thought of a poem by Yang Wanli, "cicadas don't add trouble, but people naturally break their hearts." Do I feel lonely? Maybe I was bored at home for two months in the summer vacation, and I really yearned for being with my friends!

The thought of the upcoming third-year life suddenly filled me with expectations, and even the bleak cicadas felt cheerful.

"cicada, cicada ..."

The terrible typhoon "Lichima" came, and it rained heavily all day and night, with no sign of stopping. I'm bored at home and wandering around the community with an umbrella.

The flowers in the community were scattered by the rain, and everything was a mess. Suddenly I found a cicada lying quietly in a small puddle in the middle of the road. I thought it was dead and wanted to kick it. It seems to be frightened, flapping its wings a few times and giving me a fright. I grabbed its tail and lifted it up. He was even more afraid, waving his two claws in front, as if to say, "Let me go quickly, or I'll be rude!" " When I look at it carefully, it's still a "dumb cicada" who can't bark. It turned out that it was knocked down from the tree by heavy rain, because the wings were covered with water and could not fly. I thought to myself, if I left it alone, it might be run over by a car. What a pity! I looked around and let it return to nature. I thought about it, and finally I hid it in the most inconspicuous tree, and it was the tallest branch I could touch to prevent it from being found by naughty children.

The next day, after the rain cleared, I went to see the cicada and found that it was gone. I think it may have become stronger after the storm and flew to a higher tree and a more beautiful place! Cicada is not afraid of wind and rain, does not give in to nature, and the spirit of bravely overcoming difficulties makes me even more moved!

There are many interesting things in summer vacation, and catching cicadas is one of them. Let's have a look.

My mother bought me a cicada catching stick first, and then put in gluten. My mother says there are fewer cicadas in the city and more in the country. Dad took me to my grandmother's house in the countryside, let me stay for a few days, experience the country life and teach me to catch cicadas by the way.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I couldn't wait to come to the Woods. There are cicadas everywhere. I am ecstatic. I walked across the messy grass under my feet with a cicada catching pole. I didn't catch the cicada, but the cicadas around me were scared and all the edges were "moved" home. Even the gluten is used up. I'm so anxious that I'm sweating. At this moment,

What grandma said is very reasonable. First, according to the sound, I observed several people who didn't climb too high and the branches were not too dense. Cicada, I moved over softly, slowly raised the pole and approached its transparent wings from below. With a loud cicada song, the cicada is dying under the gluten. Haha, I just succeeded.

With the first successful experience, I became familiar with it. After a while, I caught a bag of cicadas and held a bag of humming cicadas. I am so happy inside.

There are not so many tall buildings in the countryside, but there are so many trees and cicadas who love to sing.

Cicada, a short life, sings for 90 days, but stays in the soil for ten years, just like epiphyllum.

When I was a child, I especially liked summer, because I could hear the sound of cicada in summer, and it was all day, all summer. These sounds come and go very sweetly, but I never know where they come from. I think there must be a musician playing a wonderful music behind this, but this musician is very shy and always hides in the corner, unwilling to be found.

Who's behind this? What does it look like? Why don't you look for it? The idea has been in my mind. Unconsciously, I followed the cicada's cry and came to the backyard.

Here comes the musician!

I looked for it and found a brown bug on a thick leaf in the tree. I packed it carefully in a small box.

Suddenly, one day it stopped barking, and I was very sad. Dad came over, "Dad, it stopped barking!" " "Dad said," Your so-called musician is called cicada. It will take more than ten years to climb out of the soil. Its life span is very short, only about 90 days. After summer, they will die. "

I listened to my father's words, stopped crying and buried this great selfless musician under the tree in the backyard.

On the evening of summer, when we were walking in the community, we suddenly heard several cicadas singing. I thought the cicada should be in a nearby tree, so I searched the tree carefully. Sure enough, everything comes to him who waits, and I found a green cicada.

I want to catch this cicada and take it home, but what should I do without tools? I thought hard for a while and came across the yogurt box I had just finished drinking. I crept past with my box, and the cicada was covered with a bang.

I picked up the box and covered it with my hand. I thought the cicada would hit my hand, but it didn't. I quietly pulled my hand away, but it turned out to be stuck by the remaining yogurt. When I got home, I gave it a quick bath, put it in a big box and gave it some branches.

When I got up the next morning, I immediately went to see my cicada, only to find that the cicada in the box looked very sad, lying quietly on the branch and stopped singing. It suddenly occurred to me how difficult it is to give birth to cicadas: in summer, female cicadas lay their eggs on branches, and in autumn, the eggs become larvae and burrow into the ground. Generally, cicadas have to live underground for 4-5 years before they can emerge from the soil and become cicadas. After becoming a cicada, it began to attract its mate by chirping. After completing the mission of reproduction, they both died and ended their lives. Therefore, cicadas can only live in the sun.

So, I made up my mind to put the cicada back on the tree in the community and let it spend this season happily and complete its mission. Whenever I hear the cicada singing outside, I will think of the cicada I once caught and let go, and the story of me and the cicada.

Cicada excellent composition 9 Cicada, they slept on land for eighteen spring and autumn, only one summer. They sing the world and life with their own songs!

In early summer, they crept out of the soil, sneaked into our world and sneaked into the trajectory of our lives. They gently play the violin and play the music of their lives. Their songs are lively, just like Beethoven's piano concerto. They sang and shouted. Say: "thank you, it belongs to my summer!" " "

It is hot in summer and hot underground. The warmth in the air can be as intoxicating as wine. In the flowers and green leaves, they are enjoying the cool, and they gather in groups. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Maybe they are secretly hiding under a green leaf and a wild flower, maybe they are playfully playing hide-and-seek with you, or they are exploring your words and deeds. When you stand beside them, you will be conquered by them. Their ensemble, solemn and sacred, locks you tightly in the noise, and you find a moment of peace in the noise. They are shouting, "Look! My summer. "

For us, the end of summer comes quickly. Of course, the same is true for them. In a blink of an eye, their lives are about to run out. As the leaves, wild flowers and fallen leaves fall, they return to the dark soil. I pray, kind mother earth, please hold the cicadas that have left after summer and let them sleep quietly. That lonely cicada, their songs become desolate and lonely, as if sighing, as if annoyed, but what are they sighing and regretting? It turns out that even they feel that time flies like an arrow, lamenting those who don't cherish time!

Here, I can't help asking why we are people who kill time and lose time. Then let's be a cicada that sings for summer!

Excellent composition of cicada 10 The mysteries of nature are everywhere and endless. As long as we observe carefully and dare to explore, we will certainly find something.

Last summer, I paired up with my friends to catch cicadas in the Woods. I quietly came to a cicada's side, and immediately grabbed it in the direction of the cicada with lightning speed. Just when I thought I had caught the cicada, I found myself happy in vain, and my friends on the side burst into laughter.

After a while, my friend Niu Niu came over and said to me slowly, "Don't catch cicadas like this. Look at me. " After that, my friend put his hand on a cool and lush tree and synthesized a shape similar to a pocket. Seeing that two or three cicadas slipped into the palm of a friend's hand, the friend caught the cicada as soon as it was closed. I was puzzled and asked my friend doubtfully, "Niu Niu, how can a cicada crawl in your hand when you put it on a tree?" The friend shook his head and said, "I don't know." Driven by curiosity, I took my friend home and began to look up information.

After a while, I found the relevant information, and I was suddenly enlightened. It turns out that summer is the courtship period of male cicadas, and male cicadas will try their best to find female cicadas. Cicada's eyes can easily see moving things, but it is difficult to detect static things. If we put our hands quietly on the tree, the male cicada will undoubtedly seek duality in the palm of his hand. As long as you put your hands together, you can catch cicadas, so it is easy to catch cicadas in summer. After reading it, my companions suddenly realized that catching cicadas is also skillful.

Through this cicada catching, I picked a flower in the science garden and caught a fish in the sea of knowledge, which added a color to my childhood and left a deep impression.