"On the banyan tree by the pond, the robins are sounding the summer ...... "Whenever I hear the song "Childhood", I can't help but think of the nature's singers - the -Cicada.
We are all familiar with an idiom called "golden cicada shelling", I was very lucky to see a cicada shelling.
A cool summer morning, I went to Peninsula Park to play, playing, I suddenly heard the sound of cicadas, follow the sound of the search, and finally found a large tree in a cicada is singing, it is screaming happily, as if to say: "know, know, know - I want to enjoy! this wonderful time." Coincidentally, I found another cicada in this tree. It didn't move a muscle, as if everything had stood still, and it wasn't alarmed by my arrival. I quietly observed it and got an unexpected surprise: this little being, was molting!
At first, the centerline of its back cracked a very, very small slit, and then the cicada kept wriggling inside, and the shell shook violently, as if struggling before dying. I was so nervous that I couldn't bear to look at it, afraid that it wouldn't succeed. Then the crack got bigger and bigger, and suddenly I realized that the cicada's lime green back was exposed. It was still struggling and wiggling ......
In a short while, its black head was the first to come out of its old shell, and it looked at the world around it with wide open eyes, but it was still moving without ever stopping. I wondered, "Just how long do I have to wait for it to fully burrow out of its shell?" I was starting to get anxious for it. After a while, one of its feet came out and rested on the shell. Slowly, the wings and tail came out as well.
Only to see it not slowing down, dusting its wings, stretching its little legs, and then stretching out its huge wings, it flew into the sky, flying to its beautiful but short life.
Only the shells of the cicadas were left on the tree, and the empty cicada shells kept their grip on the trunk. I think: the cicada's metamorphosis is very painful, but it can spread its wings and fly to see a wider world and enjoy a better life, doesn't it also mean the arrival of a new life?
Description of Cicada Essay 2You stand at the mouth of the cave, looking curiously at this new and strange world. The sun shines obliquely through the gaps between the leaves of a tree, showering you with a few golden rays of sunlight. Early in the morning, last night's dewdrops have not yet dissipated, one drop, two drops, drops on the leaves, you touch with your hand, it is icy, it is cool, so comfortable feeling, you sighed.
Crawling out of the ground, regaining your life, you were so excited, as if the four years you just spent suffering in the ground were not worth mentioning at all. Have you forgotten those? No, you haven't, you won't. Those four years you stayed in the ground, underneath how many layers of thick soil, you didn't give up waiting, you didn't give up your lifelong dream - to burrow out of the ground, to open the shell and break the cocoon. No one would have thought, and no one wants to think, how tormented and lonely you were under the mud. These four years have sharpened your one will and fueled your great character. But what about the facts? They only see the joy of you breaking out of the ground, but can not see the hard work you have put in behind the scenes. But you don't care, what you think in your heart, only to do their own thing to do, take up their own a responsibility, it is enough.
Every time, you a cicada song, woke up the whole summer. This is the male cicada in attracting the opposite sex, which is what every male cicada has to do in the summer. You hide in the thick branches of a large tree, and constantly send out the unique sound of summer, the sound of cicadas, really attracted a female cicada to accompany you, you soon became a pair of mates, together with the reproduction of offspring. Soon she laid her eggs, and you placed them in a lush branch, which was your first spawn. Gradually, more and more eggs were laid, until there were eight of them. You looked at each other and knew that you would soon leave this beautiful world, but you knew that you had no regrets, you had experienced all the good things in the world, and you had your own children, so there was nothing to regret. So, by a bush, you and your partner stopped, and you looked at the world one last time, and breathed in the fresh air one last time. You close your eyes peacefully. Four years in the dark underground and a month of revelry in the sunlight is the life span of a cicada.
"The wind listening to the twilight cicadas", you are that "the golden wind has not moved the cicadas first realized that the dark send impermanent death do not know," the great and tragic, life is not divided into nobility and inferiority, all things have spirituality.
The description of the cicada essay 3
Darkness, a pair of brown eyes open. Awakening, a vivid life beating. From stillness to movement, from nothing to something. Transparent-colored body pointed in the front and rounded in the back, the consciousness of leaving emerges violently. Leaving, leaving the world of parents. Stop, leave is four years, finally the head and tail touch, in order to leave.
Bright, leaving the parents now, bright moon and clear air, this is the brave new world. Activity, stop will fall into the soil; stretch it, this is the reward for the brave. We all know that it will be four years of darkness if we come down; we all know that it will be a life of death if we fall down. So, do not turn back. So, when enjoyment, relaxation activities; in the choice, give up easy.
Four years of darkness, unknown. Spend an extremely long lifetime, four years of torment in the darkness of the ground, just to break through, to revel in the sun for a month. Breakthrough, faded, no longer ugly; brave, tough, wings shaking. Under the full sun, letting loose and singing, no longer bound. Summer rises for the brave, summer is sung by the brave.
You have been singing all day long, you can always attract the same dressed in fancy dress. She is not noisy, quiet, elegant. Like your mother in general, the birth of your offspring, regardless of whether or not there is anyone to disturb. Clearly, it is only from the darkness to escape, clearly is only to see the colorful world, but, to say goodbye, to say "goodbye" for the belly of a few small eggs.
Like lucky to escape the bugs, like stubborn to hide in the eggs left behind by parents, like strong to ambush in the darkness for four years, spend most of his life, and like a surprise to leap into the warm sun of the end of the summer and spring, is dressed in fancy clothes, you attracted her with the song. Is in the farewell before, those two pairs of brown eyes look at each other ...... not regret a life, ask the heart.
All beings are equal, there is no poor life, only relative weakness; there is no noble life, only noble character. Cicada is a bug, perhaps weak, perhaps a life of hardship, but he is not poor, he achieved summer, noble, equal, and achieved a great life after hardship but still in high song.
Description of the cicada essay 4The earliest understanding of cicadas is an article in an extracurricular book, the title has long been forgotten, but only vaguely remember that there is such a sentence: "Cicadas are buried deep in the ground for 17 years, just for a summer." Others say that cicadas are only buried in the ground for 3 years. Whether it's 3 years or 17 years, but it's only in the trees for one summer. From the golden cicada to the zero fall of the autumn wind, belonging to it is only a short ninety days, but it has interpreted the splendor and bitterness of a season with its life.
Cicada's life is long and short, the darkness of the ground, so that he is more yearning for the sun, the ground for many years of preparation, in the cicada climbed out of the soil at the moment of bloom. But the cicada is ultimately ugly, dirty black body, short clumsy feet curled up on both sides, no glory. But the cicada has a dream to become a generation of singers. And at this moment, he also understands that under the light of the earth's surface, there are countless crises and disasters lurking. He needs to be transformed, and the youthful cicadas all know this truth, the survival of the fittest, only without giving up, can not be eliminated by nature.
The middle-aged cicada has already fought many battles, and he boasts that he understands the natural competition, and does not have any hope of transforming himself into a singer. His mentality of just trying to make a living causes him to wither away. He also becomes self-deluded, believing that no insect can become a singer. He has also lost the bloodthirsty nature of his youth that dared to fight against his natural enemies. Now he seeks only to survive, not to live.
After weathering the storm, the elderly cicada looks even more pale and helpless. It is late summer, and everything looks beautiful and peaceful, except the cicada, who is sadly singing an irritatingly sparse song on the tree, pondering that he doesn't know how many of his offspring will be able to continue to sing this not-so-beautiful song, or whether he can once again escape the attack of the praying mantis, or whether he can withstand the whistling storms. He was a man of the world, and he was a man of the world. He stayed in the tree, never again spreading his wings and singing.
As the autumn winds blow, the cicada realizes that his life is coming to an end. In a trance, he regrets that he did not try hard enough to soar into the blue sky again. He wanted to spread his wings, but the years stole his body and soul, and he fell from the branch, his eyes full of unwillingness - he died. A group of ants, diligently moved away the cicada, as if it was a silent mockery.
The cicada's life is tragic and ordinary.
Description of Cicadas Essay 5"Knowing~knowing~", in summer, people often hear cicadas singing. Some people may think it's annoying, but you should know that it's not easy for them to get up to the treetops and sing loudly.
In the depths of Ojiama Mountain, I found a cicada in the process of shedding its shell and witnessed the whole process of shedding its shell.
It was a gray-brown cicada larva, which was dirty and gray, and I didn't know where it had gotten such a mess. Later, my mom told me that cicada larvae have to eat the sap of tree roots under the ground and accumulate energy for a few years before they can drill out of the mud and come to the trees to shed their shells.
I watched with bated breath for a while, only to see the back of the shell split open, revealing the back of the cicada inside - surprisingly, it was the beautiful color of emerald jade! Then, it arched its back hard, and pushed that slit wider and wider and wider ...... Ah, it succeeded, and its upper body came out.
After a while, it did an amazing action, it used two front paws to support the shell, and forcefully pulled out the tail! No, because of the magnitude of the movement, its body did a brief inversion in the air!
Next, it started to dry its wing list, and it lay on its shell without moving, like a jade pendant. After a while, its originally tiny, curled wings stretched out a bit, but they were still fragile. After ten minutes had passed, its wings straightened out, and the lines on them were faintly visible. Another ten minutes passed, and its wings were completely dry, crystal clear, as if they were long sarongs.
Just listen to the "swish" sound, the cicadas face the morning light unfolded the wings, to the far away, fly farther and farther, fly farther and farther ......
Cicadas left behind the shell, after the wind and rain, is still firmly left on the trunk of the tree. the shell down, you also have to use some force. This shows how much strength the cicada has in gouging the trunk of the tree, and it also shows how much effort it takes for a cicada to successfully spread its wings and fly! No wonder it has to build up its energy for so many years in the ground!
Life is tenacious, even for the little cicada. We can't afford to waste our lives for nothing. The Creator has given us sound limbs so that we can grow into a human being, and we, we have to cherish it!
Description of the cicada essay 6Ultimately, we all have to recognize the world and ourselves in our own way.
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We went to catch cicadas, in the sweltering heat of summer, in the high-pitched long sound.
The eyes were full of emerald colors, and the ears were full of the sound of cicadas. I looked up, but all I could see were windswept brilliant branches dotting the view, no sign of the cicadas.
In the branches of the tree to look carefully, but found a cicada coat. The cicada coat is the shell left after the cicada molts. In fact, the cicada is a very peculiar insect, itself so small, do not attract attention, a black mess, and is not favored, just try to live, try to blossom the glory of life. The skin is shed, but it is fine and complete, and every structure of the cicada is dissected to its fullest extent. And only then can we truly discover its beauty.
"Cicada coat" is tightly attached to the trunk, and it takes a lot of effort to break it off intact. Even if it endures more pain, it is not willing to break its shell, which is another kind of perseverance. It is different from the silkworm snake, and unlike the moth in the cocoon, it only needs to bite through a hole to get out, and it is not comparable to the snake molting. Snakes do not have feet, but the cicada has six feet, with hair and even thorns, plus a rounded head, protruding eyes and thin wings, without damage to complete the metamorphosis, which is not an easy task! It is no wonder that there is the saying "the golden cicada sheds its shell".
It was hard to find a cicada, clinging to the tree trunk, but it did not care about us, who were shouting and excited under the tree. It gracefully flew up in the air, gently brushed the surface of the water, and then suddenly flew very high, condescendingly away from the dumbfounded us. Cicadas can fly so high, is to make us surprised, and it is calm and unhurried grace, more surprised us.
I know that cicadas need to go through more than ten years of stinging before flying high. It waits underground for a long decade to wait for a summer. When the fall wind blows its life is over.
So it has to live well and loud and clear for one summer, which is the meaning of the cicada's life.
"Hanging strings drinking clear dew, flowing out of the sparse Tong. The sound of living in a high place is far away, not through the autumn wind." In fact, in many cases, when faced with difficulties or dilemmas, like cicadas know how to hibernate, but also have a high degree of self-confidence and enthusiasm, believe that they have to look down, both the world's share of self-contained, that can not be feared, we will eventually usher in a loud and clear summer.
Description of the cicada essay 7One day during the summer vacation, a cicada with a broken leg fell outside the window. I didn't dare to go up and take a closer look, just glanced at it from afar and felt a little scared. My mom did look at it a few times, otherwise I wouldn't have known that the cicada had a broken leg. It fell out of the window at night. As I slept, I could vaguely hear cicadas chirping outside my door. One after another, inexplicably bringing a few hints of summer to the air-conditioned room.
It was silent for the rest of the day. When I came back from dinner in the evening, I heard the cicadas chirping through the iron door.
It called again. I didn't pay much attention to it and went into my room to read. The door is still the sound of cicadas, penetrated the door in my ears. After a period of time, it stopped and then screamed louder. I didn't react much and remained focused on my book.
A few hours later, the book in my hand was finally finished, and I came out to look for water. When I walked to the living room, I suddenly realized that the cicadas had stopped chirping again. I had a short time to get used to it, and went to open the refrigerator to get some water, and said in passing: "It doesn't scream anymore. I don't know who I was talking to.
The night passed. The morning after, I summoned up the courage to walk a few meters away from the window, just enough to vaguely see a black thing lying on the railing outside the window. With a bit of heartburn, I turned around and walked away again. In the days that followed, the cicadas chirped off and on a couple of times. Each time the sound was just as neutral. I couldn't help but think back to the days before the library moved. The old library was situated next to the plaza, and as I walked down the road, I could hear the cicadas chirping in unison in the trees, and the sultry air became even more dreary as a result. I couldn't wait to get stuck into the library
A few days passed without incident. One day, I suddenly realized: the cicada had stopped chirping. It had been crouching outside the window for so many days that it probably couldn't move, and was probably dead. A strange feeling floated up in my heart, but it was not particularly strong, and soon this doubt was put to the back of my mind. A few days later, I once again carefully approached that window and realized that the cicada seemed to have disappeared.
The injured cicada quietly landed outside the window and quietly disappeared again. The cicada with the broken leg, whose chirping I could not understand, may have been a cry for help, or maybe it was just a cry of helplessness. I don't dare to conclude whether it was praying to me, but I can't help but think so.
Rui'an City, Zhejiang Province, Yuhai Experimental Middle School Fanqiao Campus, junior high school:Lin Yiyun
Description of the cicada's composition 8One morning during the summer vacation, I woke up late and confused by a loud cicada chirping. "Huh, why is this cicada chirping so loudly?" I turned my head and realized that a few potted flowers on my bedroom windowsill had attracted a cicada, who was resting there on the branches of the flowers.
I have never carefully observed the cicada, one is to think that this kind of small insects climb too high, not easy to observe, although the summer tree can often be seen; two is the cicada is afraid of people, just approached, it flew away. Today there is a chance why not take a closer look at it? I held my breath and cautiously approached the window. Because of the window screen, it didn't seem to see me and sang as if no one else was there.
The cicada's six slender, powerful legs grip the flower's stem tightly. The two eyes are on both sides of the head. Its whole body is black, like wearing a black armor, only its two big wings are as transparent as those of a dragonfly, like two pieces of muslin. I looked at it from top to bottom several times, but I couldn't find its beak. At this time, my father came in, I consulted my father, my father told me that the cicada's mouth is like a straw, inserted into the trunk of the tree, sucking the sap of the tree, to fill up its stomach. When it is not sucking the sap, it will stick its "straw" to its chest, so it is not easy to find. As we speak, we saw it put the "straw" into the stem of the flower.
The cicada's call was also quite loud, and I got close enough to realize that it did not use its wings or its mouth to make a sound, as I usually think. Instead, it contracted its abdomen and vibrated its vocal membrane, which was like two small mirrors, to make a loud sound. At that moment the cicadas in the large trees nearby also called, and the cicadas echoed each other in several echoes, one from you and one from me. The distant ones were low-pitched and the near ones were high-pitched. In this way the cicadas gave a concert. At one time it was a large chorus, at another time it was a solo, at another time it became a soprano duet, as if the conductor accompanied everything. In front of my eyes seems to appear a neat and orderly band in the chorus of beautiful music.
The tiny cicada, actually can sing such a wonderful music. This makes me feel that every animal and insect has its own peculiar skills. Although cicadas can't brew sweet honey for human beings like bees and catch pests like frogs, their cicada coats are of high medicinal value, and they contribute to human beings in another way.