Qiu Chan's beautiful sentences

Qiu Chan Ming's beautiful sentence is as follows:

Cicada likes singing very much. There is a cymbal-like instrument in the cavity behind its wings. That's not enough. We need to install a castanet to increase the sound intensity.

2. Childhood summer begins with a cicada. Mottled tree shadows, soft smoke, crisp and euphemistic bird songs. Time always passes slowly. If you catch a cicada, you think you have caught it all summer.

3, drink nectar in the morning, swallow high branches, die in summer and autumn, and finally stop water. It is precisely because I have long realized that time is short and life is hard-won, that cicadas will sing in the evening and play the swan song of summer with passion.

4. There is a kind of cicada, which sacrificed a lot to satisfy its love for music. Because of this huge castanet, living organs have nowhere to be placed, so they have to be pressed into the smallest corner of the body.

5, the old saying goes: cicadas begin to sing, and Pinellia ternata is born. As soon as the solstice of summer arrives, cicadas can't help telling the world that summer is coming. Summer came, and they told the important things three times, but cicadas ignored them and kept telling the news all summer.

6. Summer is the season of sunshine and cicadas. When cicadas sing, I suddenly feel that summer is so long. In summer, everything is thriving, the greenery is getting stronger, cicadas are singing and clamoring for midsummer. Cicadas are lively, which is an indispensable scene in summer.

7. The unique voice of nature in summer is cicada. Among the green trees, cicadas are singing cheerful summer love songs, and we spent a hot summer with cicadas singing.

8. I don't know why, every summer, I will hear cicadas, probably because the seeds of trees have spread in my heart, and cicadas should be with trees.

9, cicada's life, is playing music, it is so small but so loud, it resounded through a summer, although he only has more than 90 days of life, but it never gave up.

10, cicada singing, explaining the heat of summer and pouring out the complex in my heart. In this unbearable hot evening, I sorted out my confused thoughts.

1 1, dormancy, ground breaking, liberation. A short song in exchange for a lifetime. Its singing may be meaningless, but it is enough to be here all the time.

12, cicada, the most enthusiastic singer in summer. Accompanied by the heat, it sang a hymn of midsummer with boiling joy. The hotter the weather, the louder the cicadas sing.