1. How to write a composition about cicadas
Notes on Catching Cicadas
That day, our family went on a trip.
As soon as I got there, I heard several harsh calls. I ran over quickly and saw an insect several times larger than a fly lying lazily on a nearby tree. Singing a nice song! I stretched out my hand to pounce on it. Soon enough, the insect had already stopped singing and flew away. Back in the hotel, I said to my mother dejectedly: "Do you know what an insect is that is several times bigger than a fly?" My mother thought about it for a while and said, "Is it a cicada?" I said, "The answer is correct!" Then, I told my mother exactly what happened. My mother giggled with joy. I quickly stopped her laughter and asked my mother to catch cicadas with me. While walking, I heard another piercing cry. We followed the sound and saw a cicada lying there screaming. My mother caught the cicada with a swoop of her hand. Finally, we He caught the cicada and went back to the hotel happily. Our harvest today is really big!
I thought it was really interesting to catch cicadas at the discussion post this time! 2. A composition about cicadas
The July sun was scorching, the leaves on the tall trees were all gone, and the puppy was wheezing with its tongue hanging out.
The cry of cicadas came from the towering tree in front of my house, as if there was a concert. I really wish I could catch a few to show off to my sister. ah! After some preparations, this afternoon, I carried a newly made cicada cage, found tools made of plastic nets and bamboo poles, and ran towards the poplar forest. The cicada was screaming "Cicada, cicada..." completely unaware of the disaster behind me. I happily ran over and used the net to catch it. Unexpectedly, the cicada flew out from the gap in the tree and stopped on the other side. On a tree.
"I see, I see..." the ground shouted again, as if he was laughing at me. I meditated on my mistakes and carefully summed up my experience. Before I knew it, two or three hours had passed and I had already caught several.
From this I understood a truth: when catching cicadas, you should hold your breath and watch its changes, move forward slowly, and attack decisively. Only in this way can you succeed. ah! The first time I caught cicadas, the harvest was not small. 3. How to write a composition about cicadas?
Cicadas chirp
I don’t know how long they have been sleeping like this, seven years? Maybe it took longer before I finally woke up. I couldn't wait to dig out of the soil, unfold my thin transparent wings, and fly to the tung tree where I was born. The sun has risen! My blood was boiling and I couldn't help but burst into tears. I finally saw the sun again! Unfold my clear singing voice and sing the music I have been brewing for seven years. My singing, accompanied by the tung flowers fluttering in the wind, echoed in this tung forest for a long time.
Cicada
The day I see the sun is also the last day of my life. I am not sad because I firmly believe that the short term is beautiful and can achieve eternity. In the beautiful afterglow of the sunset, I closed my eyes with contentment and rested in the warm soil forever.
Friend, if you walk into that tung forest, don't sigh for me, please believe that I am happy. Sing with me. The most beautiful song echoes in the forest for a long time: "I am a seven-year cicada. No matter how short my life is, it can bloom more brilliantly than the sun." In the morning light, I use the melody that I have brewed for seven years. Never stop. 4. A composition about cicada
The life of a cicada. I am an ordinary cicada, but I have my own beliefs. I firmly believe that the short term is also beautiful, and can also achieve eternity.
——Inscription Cicada Life The scorching sunshine was baking the earth, and it was on such an ordinary afternoon that I came to this wonderful world. In order to survive, as a young child I had to climb down from the tung tree with difficulty and crawl into the wet soil.
So, with the expectation of the sunshine, I fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the day when I wake up. I don’t know how long the cicada has been sleeping like this, seven years? Maybe it took longer before I finally woke up.
I can’t wait to dig out of the soil, spread out my thin transparent wings, and fly to the tung tree where I was born. The sun has risen! My blood was boiling and I couldn't help but burst into tears.
I finally saw the sunshine again! Unfold my clear singing voice and sing the music I have been brewing for seven years. My singing, accompanied by the tung flowers fluttering in the wind, echoed in this tung forest for a long time.
Cicada Sorrow The day I saw the sun was also the last day of my life. I am not sad because I firmly believe that the short term is beautiful and can achieve eternity.
In the beautiful afterglow of the sunset, I closed my eyes with contentment and rested in the warm soil forever. Friends, if you walk into the tung forest, don't sigh for me, please believe that I am happy.
Sing with me. The most beautiful song echoes in the forest for a long time: "I am a seven-year cicada. No matter how short my life is, I can bloom more brilliantly than the sun." In the morning light, I used The melody that has been brewing for seven years will never stop.
Cicada’s life, life insights! Cicada's life, life insights. Cicada's life, life insights. There is a kind of cicada on the mountain. Its cry is very strange. It always makes a squeaking sound and rises up, along the trees and clouds, to an indescribable level.
Then, in the last section of the long note, it suddenly ends with a bass "LE" and stops abruptly. When you listen to it, it just sounds like: Got it! Got it! This was the first time I heard a cicada cry "cicada" so clearly, and finally I knew the phonetic, pronunciation and meaning of the word "cicada".
In the past, I always thought that the name of the cicada's larvae was It's called a "spider", and when it grows up, it becomes a "cicada". Cicadas are such strange animals in this world. Their larvae live underground for a year or two, and then fly up to the branches after such a long period of darkness. But he only has a short life of one or two weeks
That's why Zhuangzi lamented in "Xiaoyaoyou": "The Huixiao does not know the spring and autumn!" "Strictly speaking, the cicada's call should be classified as noise, because the sound is loud and sharp, and can sometimes cross the valley. It is neither beautiful nor beautiful, only a long sound with no change in a single section. However, we always like to listen to it. Cicadas, because the sound of cicadas is full of vitality and full of chanting about the world after flying on the branches.
If it is the peak of summer, listening to the chorus of thousands of cicadas in the forest will make our hearts flutter with desire. Like a cicada, it stands on the top of a mountain and roars. Isn't the life of a cicada very similar to ours? Most of us spend half our lives studying, eager to use this kind of learning to achieve success. That kind of long crawling pursuit is just like us. It's the same as cicadas; once we are regarded as successful by the world, we will sing happily on the branches, autumn has come.
Meng Haoran once wrote a poem about cicadas, and there are these lines in the middle: The gold is gone. , The ambition is declining year by year. The cool breeze comes at night, but I feel sad when I hear the cicadas chirping. When I think of this poem, I feel that there is a deeper meaning in the word "cicada". , we can sing loudly in the trees while feeling calm and clear in our hearts, saying to ourselves: “I understand, I understand the reality of life.
The Life of a Cicada The scorching summer is coming again, and the earth is green everywhere; the tall fire umbrellas make the summer earth even more lively and energetic. ┌Got it! Got it! ┘The cicadas, full of enthusiasm for life, are praising the song of life with their loud and clear songs.
After hatching on the tree, cicada larvae fall to the ground and use their whole body strength to drill into the ground to suck the juice from the roots of plants; therefore, their favorite place is under the warm soil. It is also the most suitable growing environment for them. The period from the time when cicadas hatch as larvae to the time they molt several times and emerge as cicadas is their hardest time, lasting about three to five years, or even seventeen years, so it is very difficult.
Cicadas have brown-black bodies because they have many natural enemies, such as mantises, spiders, ants, dragonflies, birds, etc. Therefore, the newly fledged cicada hides in the hidden green shade, which can reduce the chance of being attacked by enemies.
After emerging, the cicada began to pursue love, because the cicada has an important task - to carry on the family line. The chirping of cicadas is a signal to pass on the family line. The male cicadas use the chirping of cicadas to attract female cicadas to come closer and mate! At the same time, this also represents the cicada’s expectation for life and infinite hope for the future.
Animal protection and care are topics of great concern in today's society. We hope that everyone will cultivate the attitude and habit of caring for animals. The Life of a Cicada On Friday, we had a lesson about the cicada. The text said, "It waited 17 years for one summer. It emerged from the soil and grew from a larvae. When the autumn wind blew, its life was over." It’s over.” After reading this sentence, I was shocked: buried in the soil for 17 years, it only took one summer to survive. Why? I found information about cicadas from the computer: Cicada eggs are laid in a tree hole for one to two years and then become the first instar. They climb out of the tree hole and burrow into the soil to grow up. After one spring and summer after another, , autumn, and winter, the first instar gradually turns into the second, third, fourth, and fifth instars... After it has lived in the soil for seventeen years, it has found a summer that belongs to it. , a summer where it can soak up the sun and let go of its singing voice.
After learning about the cicada’s life, I was confused: Is it worth it to spend seventeen years of hard work just for one summer? The next day, I lay down at the window. There were pine trees outside, and there were a few "musicians" hanging on the trees. They kept saying "Cicadas, cicadas." I thought to myself, stared blankly, and listened silently. I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.
On Sunday morning, I went to the library. A book called "Cat's Lunch" attracted me. When I read the end, I couldn't help crying. The end of this book gave me the meaning I was looking for. I gave the most perfect answer after a day's work. The book says: Don't worry about the length of your life. What you should care about is how to bring happiness to yourself and others in your short life. Yes, cicada. 5. Write an essay about cicadas (write more about the appearance and cry). I picked up a cicada.
A cicada. At noon today, I suddenly heard a cicada calling. , it screams so loudly! I looked out the window and saw that a cicada had landed on the window of my house. I wanted to be friends with him, so I asked my father to take it down. My father took it down and put it on the table. My mother came too, and she called I carefully observed the appearance of the cicada. This is a cicada that I like very much. Its body is very beautiful, and its eyes are on its head. Its back is so strong that it can’t even be beaten! Its wings have been damaged by dad. I think if it were smaller, it would become a mosquito. After a while, my mother said: "This cicada is injured." Dad said: "Why? "My mother said, "Because it only has five legs!" We took a closer look and found that it was indeed like that. The cicada's wings were damaged and one of its legs was missing. It must be in great pain. Little cicada, I sympathize with you. , but I don’t know how to help you. What are you thinking? Do you hate us humans? . 6. A 400-word essay describing cicadas in summer
Chanting Cicadas
Author: Luo Binwang
The cicadas sing in the west, and the guests in the south are deep in thought.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in if the dew is heavy, and it is easy to sink if the wind is loud.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity?
What opens the door to summer is the chirping of cicadas, and what opens the door to autumn is the cicada’s completed life. In summer, the cicada on the tree screams as loud as a human head, as if to tell people that a life like it exists. The life of a cicada is very short, but self-cherishing and caring increase the value of its life. In fact, each of us has a great significance, which is to continue the next generation.
Cicada
Author: Yu Shinan
The hanging pistil drinks clear dew,
The flowing sound comes from the sparse tung trees.
Keeping your voice high and far away,
Not borrowing the autumn wind
Cicadas chirping on the road in early autumn - a composition about cicadas
Early Autumn , on the way back home, I heard the chirping of cicadas.
What a skillfully performed piece of music that was. The melody is high-pitched and deep, and the melody is gentle and light. Listening to it in the speeding carriage, I couldn't tell whether it was a solo performance by a famous cicada performer or a chorus of many cicada singers. The ethereal and beautiful sounds come and go, with continuous ups and downs, just like the roar of a long river in the sky, or like the whispering steps of a small stream. Could it be that a young man who is about to lose his childishness is marching and singing with great pride? The underlying content of that song seems to be filled with a kind of joy after crossing over.
The cicada chirps and sings all the way. Gradually, the entire space seemed to be diffused with the sound waves of cicadas chirping on the surface of a mirror lake, and even the poplar trees passing by by the road seemed to be whimpering and singing like floating streamlines strung together. The sound is like a small bee-butterfly tied to the streamline transformed into a branch. Following the slight sway of the branch, the streamline sways, its wings tremble slightly, singing and dancing with all its heart. My heart gradually followed the melodious music, like riding on a small boat, slowly swaying in the warmth of the song. Before you know it, you will get drunk in the long and beautiful tune humming like a male fisherman and a fisherman.
Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a few birds in the field, fluttering among the crop branches. From time to time, they glanced left and right at the mature sorghum like a beautiful woman - the plump grains filled with frankincense exposed after childbirth. Corn is like a girl with slightly parted cherry lips, revealing rows of charming white teeth, and can't help but twitch in emotion. However, those birds that fluttered and leaped from time to time seemed to have already understood my thoughts - not only looked at me with their little naughty eyes, but also their chirping beak play with each other and their coy chasing and playing. , seemed to be deliberately showing his passionate disdain for me. At the moment, I smiled shyly.
So, I longed to see the persimmon forest on the slope at the entrance of the village as soon as possible, and a fragrant mist filled my heart. Is it the dream shadow transformed by the flying cicada chirping, or is it the veil that hides the delicate and delicate face of autumn? I thought. However, in this unpredictable mist, I finally felt that it was indeed filled with a kind of commotion, an encouragement, a temptation, and the surge of a touching song of life! Is this a mood or an artistic conception? Perhaps, only those who pay close attention can see through the mist and appreciate the intoxicating scenery that is easily eroded by wind and rain. Only such people can find a harvest trail leading to the beautiful and vast wilderness when the sudden joy comes and in the transition of early autumn that is about to give birth!
Because there is a world of cicadas that is about to shed all its childishness. 7. Asking for a composition about cicada
Cicada
At noon the day before yesterday, my father came back from work with a mineral water bottle in his hand. When I saw it, hey! There were still a few small holes drilled into the bottle. I picked up the bottle and took a look, oh! It turned out to be a cicada that my father caught from the countryside specially for me to observe.
Cicadas are also called cicadas. When I touch the cicada’s belly, the cicada cries. Why does the cicada scream when I touch its belly? Is it the male cicada or the female cicada? Grandpa said it was a male cicada, but grandma said it was a female cicada, and the two of them became red-faced. Finally, I read in the book: "The male cicada has a pair of vocal organs on its abdomen, which can make a loud cry. The female cicada has no vocal organs, but has an ovipositor at its tail." Therefore, the cicada my father caught was the male cicada. cicada. Mom said: "The hotter the weather, the louder the cicada's chirp. Also, cicadas live by sucking the sap of trees with their pointed needle-like mouths. They are pests in forests and orchards." Suddenly, grandma said: "It's time to eat!" At that time, I remembered to feed the cicada something, but what should I do if there are no leaves at home? I went to ask my dad, and he thought for a while and said, "Try it with vegetables!" I quickly opened the refrigerator, took out a little bit of vegetables, and put it in a bottle. I saw that the cicada didn't suck the juice from the vegetables, so I asked again: "Dad, why is the cicada not sucking the juice from the vegetables?" "Don't suck the juice of vegetables?" Dad said, "Look at the cicada, of course it doesn't suck the juice of vegetables!" At noon the next day, Dad said to me, "Let the cicada go, it will die if you keep it." I opened the cap of the mineral water bottle, and the cicada flapped its wings but refused to fly away. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I saw the cicada motionless and dead.
Although the cicada is dead, I learned some knowledge about animals.
Catching Cicadas
The scorching sun in July was so scorching that all the leaves on the tall trees were gone. The puppy stuck out his tongue and huffed. The cry of cicadas came from the towering tree in front of my house, as if there was a concert. How I wished I could catch a few to show off to my sister! After some preparations, this afternoon, I carried a newly made cicada cage, found tools made of plastic nets and bamboo poles, and ran towards the poplar forest. The cicada was screaming "Cicada, cicada..." completely unaware of the disaster behind me. I happily ran over and used the net to catch it. Unexpectedly, the cicada flew out from the gap in the tree and stopped on the other side. On a tree. "Cicada, cicada..." Di shouted again, as if he was laughing at me. I meditated on my mistakes and carefully summed up my experience. Before I knew it, two or three hours had passed and I had already caught several. I understood a truth from this: When catching cicadas, you should keep calm, watch its changes, move forward slowly, and attack decisively. Only in this way can you succeed. ah! The first time I caught cicadas, the harvest was not small! 8. Describe the Cicada Composition
The July sun was so scorching that all the leaves on the tall trees were gone, and the puppy stuck out its tongue and huffed. The cry of cicadas came from the towering tree in front of my house, as if there was a concert. How I wished I could catch a few to show off to my sister!
After some preparation, this afternoon, I carried a newly made cicada cage, found tools made of plastic nets and bamboo poles, and ran towards the poplar forest.
The cicada was shouting "Cicada, cicada..." completely unaware of the disaster behind me. I happily ran over and used the net to snap it, but unexpectedly the cicada fell out of the gap in the tree. It flew out and landed on another tree. "Cicada, cicada..." Di shouted again, as if he was laughing at me. I meditated on my mistakes and carefully summed up my experience. Before I knew it, two or three hours had passed and I had already caught several.
From this I understood a truth: when catching cicadas, you should hold your breath and watch its changes, move forward slowly, and attack decisively. Only in this way can you succeed.
Ah! The first time I caught cicadas, the harvest was not small!
Cicadas chirping on the road in early autumn - a composition about cicadas
In early autumn, on the way back home, I heard the chirping of cicadas.
What a skillfully performed piece of music that was. The melody is high-pitched and deep, and the melody is gentle and light. Listening to it in the speeding carriage, I couldn't tell whether it was a solo performance by a famous cicada performer or a chorus of many cicada singers. The ethereal and beautiful sounds come and go, with continuous ups and downs, just like the roar of a long river in the sky, or like the whispering steps of a small stream. Could it be that a young man who is about to lose his childishness is marching and singing with great pride? The underlying content of that song seems to be filled with a kind of joy after crossing over.
The cicada chirps and sings all the way. Gradually, the entire space seemed to be filled with the sound waves of cicadas chirping on the surface of a mirrored lake, and even the poplar trees passing by by the road seemed to be whimpering and singing like floating streamlines strung together. The sound is like a small bee-butterfly tied to the streamline transformed into a branch. Following the slight sway of the branch, the streamline sways, its wings tremble slightly, singing and dancing with all its heart. My heart gradually followed the melodious music, like riding on a light boat, slowly swaying in the warmth of the song. Before you know it, you will get drunk in the long and beautiful tune hummed by the male fisherman and the fisherman.
Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a few birds in the field, fluttering among the crop branches. From time to time, they glanced left and right at the mature sorghum like a beautiful woman - the plump grains filled with frankincense exposed after childbirth. Corn is like a girl with slightly parted cherry lips, revealing rows of charming white teeth, and can't help but twitch in emotion. However, those birds that fluttered and leaped from time to time seemed to have already understood my thoughts - not only looked at me with their little naughty eyes, but also their chirping beak play with each other and their coy chasing and playing. , seemed to be deliberately showing his passionate disdain for me. At the moment, I smiled shyly.
So, I longed to see the persimmon forest on the slope at the entrance of the village as soon as possible, and a fragrant mist filled my heart.
Is it the dream shadow transformed by the flying cicada chirping, or is it the veil that hides the delicate and delicate face of autumn? I thought. However, in this unpredictable mist, I finally felt that it was indeed filled with a kind of commotion, an encouragement, a temptation, and the surge of a moving song of life! Is this a mood or an artistic conception? Perhaps, only those who pay close attention can see through the mist and appreciate the intoxicating scenery that is easily eroded by wind and rain. Only such people can find a harvest trail leading to the beautiful and vast wilderness when the sudden joy comes and in the transition of early autumn that is about to give birth!
Because there is a world of cicadas that is about to shed all its childishness.