What do you think of after listening to the crickets? Write a paragraph.

In hot summer, there is always a musician singing in the field, and that is cricket.

The cricket has a beautiful song. After listening to its songs, you may like it.

Brown to dark brown. The head is round, the chest is wide, and the filiform antenna is slender and easy to break. Some jaws are developed, which is worse than biting a bucket. The forefoot and midfoot are similar and have the same length; Developed hind feet, good at jumping.

Cricket is also a kind of "performer" who doesn't receive money. In summer, the street lights up and the path lights up, and cricket plays that beautiful song, which makes passers-by listen and feel happy.

Chapter 2: Crickets' Cries

Night, deep. There are only cars chirping on the road, mixed with the howling of karaoke ghosts and wolves, accompanied by the sound of "rustling" in the light. Alas, there are so many questions. When will it be finished? I sighed deeply and began to write again.

"Flexion! Qu! ..... "What's that noise? I put down my pen and moved my numb hand. "Flexion! Qu! ..... "A voice rang again, and I recalled it carefully.

When I was a child, I rolled in the yard and heard this voice; I have heard this voice when I pointed at the stars at night; I heard this voice at night when I was playing in the country. ......

Ah, I remember, this is the chirping of crickets, the voice of nature, and the carefree voice! The whole world is quiet, only this cricket and I are crying. I listened, listened carefully, followed the crickets to the prairie, galloped happily, and then lay in the soft sunshine, gradually warming up. I like smelling grass, sucking nectar from flowers, running and dancing. ......

"What are you doing? Do not write! Look! How to write this' s'! ..... "I seem to be pulled back to reality by a hard hand. Looking at the mountain of homework, I was speechless, sighed and wrote quickly. At this moment, my mother left angrily.

It took me a long time to write, and then I remembered the sound of crickets. Why is it missing? Did my mother scare me away? It was a long time before the tiny chirping of crickets floated into my ears. I was intoxicated again and followed the cricket to the green forest. All the hill-like homework was blown away by the wind, leaving only joy and fresh air. ......

After the song was finished, my thoughts drifted back to reality. In the face of unfinished homework, I seem to have added a lot of vitality and written quickly. When I went to bed, the attractive crickets chirped in my ears again. ......

Night, deep. Only I, no, the hope of children all over the world still reverberates in the sky. ......

Chapter 3: Clear Cricket Sound

There was an Indian who lived in the mountains for many years. Because of a special opportunity, he accepted an invitation from a friend who lives in new york to visit new york.

When a friend from new york led the Indian out of the airport to cross the road, the Indian said to his friend from new york, "Did you hear the cricket?"

A friend from new york said with a smile, "You may have flown too long. The approach road of this airport is connected with the expressway. Why are there crickets? "

After two steps, the Indian friend said, "There are really crickets! I clearly heard their voices. "

New york's friend laughed even louder: "Look! There is a hole being drilled there, and the mechanical noise is so loud. How can you hear the crickets? "

Without saying a word, the Indians went to the grass of the safety island next to the zebra crossing, opened a dry trunk, called friends in new york and watched the two crickets sing!

I saw that new york's friend showed an incredible expression and shouted, "Your hearing is so good that you can still hear crickets in such a noisy environment!"

An Indian friend said, "You can, too! Everyone can do it! Can I borrow some change from your pocket to do an experiment? "

"yes! Sure! There are more than ten dollars in my pocket, large and small copper coins. Please take it all away! "

New york's friend quickly took out the money and gave it to the Indians.

"Look carefully, especially those who didn't look at us!" After that, the Indians threw copper coins on the asphalt road. Suddenly, many people turned to look, and some even began to bend down to pick up money.

"You see, people's hearing is similar. The difference is that you new york people focus on money, while I focus on nature and life. Therefore, what you hear and what you can't hear depends entirely on whether you listen attentively. "

Chapter 4: Cricket's Voice

The ancients said: "cicadas are still in the forest, and Yingong Mountain is more secluded." This statement is very good. When you see movement in silence, it seems quieter. Seeing silence in sports makes sports more interesting. Talking about cicadas and birds seems a bit beside the point. Let's get back to the point. This topic really has something to do with the chirping of crickets outside the window tonight.

It was a quiet night after the rain. As soon as the rain stopped, crickets began to sing. The ancients said "an autumn rain and a cold rain", but this is the first rain in autumn. Cicadas seem to be the protagonists of yesterday, and their songs have just stayed in the eardrum and have not dispersed. The cicada singing that night can also make people feel the poetry of "the cicada singing in the midnight breeze", but I don't know where to escape tonight? Irresistible cricket waves rushed into the ear room outside the window.

Different from the hot feeling brought by cicadas, the sound of crickets brings people the breath of clear autumn. Cold, sparse, quiet and cool, no wonder their scientific name is promoting weaving. Promoting weaving, as the name implies, is to quickly knit warm clothes! Therefore, some scholars simply call crickets "weaving girls", which seems to be more vivid. In the era of backward agricultural technology and productivity, the call of "Weaver Girl" may really remind women to knit warm clothes for the whole family! But in the era of mass production of machines, who cares about their chirp? Perhaps, except some people with a little cultural knowledge, they also know the meaning of their songs. I'm afraid most modern women have long been numb to their songs. Who will have a little sense of urgency? The weather is getting colder. Well, there are many autumn clothes from last year in the closet. I feel terrible. Well, go to the mall and buy one! You see, how convenient it is. How can we make them feel a sense of urgency?

And who can make people feel a sense of urgency? It is the students who sit in the school day and night; The annual exam has just ended, and a new charge is about to blow. There is a saying in the Book of Songs: Cricket is too old for him in the hall. I am not happy today, but the sun and the moon will disappear. If you are not healthy, you will think of your home. There is no shortage of happiness, and a good reader is crooked. And when we calm down and listen to the sound, can't we feel the passage of time? And cricket's singing again and again is not a secret reminder to us? Time series flows, and students' pages turn from page to page in the crickets' shouts of joy; Just like the chirping of crickets, farmers are busy harvesting, beating and planting autumn, cultivating the newly harvested land again and again.

Crickets cry with a strong sense of autumn. Autumn is a good time to study. It's cool, quiet and scholarly. This is the golden age for good scholars to work hard and race against time. The ancients also called those scholars who cherish time like gold "Qiu Shi", which not only made people clear-headed, but also made those sensitive and promising people feel that their lives were like this autumn, and they would enter their twilight years without hard work, so these autumn scholars gave birth to a layer of sadness in life.

Crickets have a strong sense of autumn. Let's speed up the pace, catch up with the sound of "promoting weaving", study hard in this cool night and quiet book season, and sow rosy dreams in the beautiful scenery of autumn.

"Crickets in the hall, at the age of its mo. I am not happy today, but the sun and the moon will disappear. If you are not healthy, you will think of your home. There is no shortage of happiness, and good people are rewarded. " If you really want to know, taste and understand autumn, then catch up with the cricket sound of "promoting weaving"

Chapter 5: Ah, the cricket's cry!

One night, while exercising in the ancient pear garden, I suddenly heard the chirping of crickets in the grass, and I was surprised at the same time. It also reminds me of my childhood.

Cricket stories and poems have a long history among the people in China, which can be traced back to July in the Book of Songs. There is a poem "July in the wild, August in the house, September in the house, October in my bed." In Song Dynasty, Ye Shaoweng's "What I saw in the Night Book" said: "The rustling leaves send cold sounds, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests. I know that there are children who pick and promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. " Yue Fei wrote in his poem Xiao Zhongshan: "I couldn't stop singing because of the cold last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and whoever listens when the string is broken. " Of course, there are other literati descriptions that are also widely known and widely circulated.

Generally speaking, writing poems about crickets often shows the author's yearning for childhood and hometown. There are other themes, such as the story of Jigong beating cricket in Biography of Jigong, and the promotion of cricket in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, all of which reflect the darkness of society and expose and criticize the crimes of the feudal ruling class in oppressing and harming the people.

It is said that there are about 2000 kinds of crickets, which are distributed all over the world. In China, they are mainly distributed in Guanli, especially in the Yellow River basin. Cricket fighting has a history of hundreds of years in China. Crickets play an important role in myths and superstitions. People think that the existence of crickets equals good luck and wisdom, and hurting crickets will bring misfortune.

When I was a child, I often went to Heiniucheng and Liqizhuang, dozens of miles away, braving the heat to catch crickets in the grass and even in the gaps of train tracks. Funnily enough, the homemade "cricket cover" and thermos bottle (made of bamboo at that time) tied cloth at the bottom of the empty shell and put some branches and grass in it (to let the caught cricket "play"). At that time, hungry people didn't know the pain, so they were happy as long as they caught a good cricket. I didn't go home until very late; If you don't care about eating, divide the crickets into different grades, put the good ones in the first-class cricket tank, and so on. Take it out when you have time and play cricket with the children in the streets. Looking at the exquisite cricket pots and powerful cricket pots of adults, we were so envious that we gathered around to watch them fight cricket. Sometimes, staying up late, holding a flashlight or candle, following the crickets in the cracks of hutong and catching them carefully is also a pleasure.

It's really vivid to think of those things when I was a child now. It can be said that crickets accompanied me through a happy childhood. After that, he left his hometown in Tianjin and came to the Great Northern Wilderness after the Cultural Revolution and going to the countryside. Under the general trend of educated youth returning to the city, my brother and other educated youth also returned to their hometown and started a new hard city life. After I went to school in 77, I was assigned to teach in Harbin No.8 Middle School until I retired. It has been 43 years since I left my hometown of Tianjin. During this period, no matter in Tangyuan, Puya River or Harbin, I haven't heard crickets' cries, because the northeast is too cold for crickets to survive. So, I was surprised to hear the crickets cry that night, but it also reminded me of my homesickness. I think that in the past 40 years, the earth has also become warmer, and crickets can also "go to the countryside" to the northeast. However, I don't know if they are homesick.

The next night, I went to the ancient pear garden to exercise as usual. I wanted to listen to the crickets. Unfortunately, the familiar phone is gone. Since then, I have been fantasizing about listening to crickets sing again, but it didn't come true after all. This always disappoints me.

Ah, cricket!