I am an ordinary cicada, but I have my own beliefs. I firmly believe that brevity is also beautiful and eternity can be achieved. -Inscription

Chansheng

The scorching sun is baking the earth, and it is in such an ordinary afternoon that I came to this wonderful world. In order to survive, I had to climb down from the tung tree and get into the wet soil. So, with the expectation of sunshine, I fell asleep and waited for the day when I woke up.

Cicadas

I don't know how long I've been sleeping like this, seven years? Maybe longer, I finally woke up. I can't wait to get out of the soil, spread my transparent thin wings and fly to the tung tree where I was born. The sun is up! My blood is boiling and I can't help crying. I finally see the sunshine again! Spread my clear voice and sing the music that I have been brewing for seven years. My song, accompanied by the floating tung tree flowers in the wind, echoed in this tung tree forest for a long time.

Cicada wound

The day I saw the sunshine was also the last day of my life. I am not sad, because I firmly believe that brevity is beautiful and eternity can be achieved. In the beautiful afterglow of the sunset, I closed my eyes with satisfaction and rested in the warm soil forever.

Friend, if you walk into that tung tree forest, don't sigh for me, please believe that I am happy. Sing with me, the most beautiful song reverberates in the forest for a long time: "I am a cicada for seven years, and even a short life can shine more brightly than the sun." In the morning light, I used the melody brewed for seven years, and it will never stop.

Cicada's life, life sentiment!

Life of cicada, life perception of cicada, life perception.

There is a kind of cicada on the mountain, which has a very strange sound. It always squeaks upwards, along the trees and clouds, until it reaches high.

It's beyond description. Then, in the last section of the long note, it suddenly ended with a bass "le" and came to an abrupt end. Listen up

Come on, it is:

Know-yes!

Know-yes!

This is the first time I have heard cicadas cry "cicada" so clearly, and finally let me know the shape of the word "cicada"

Sound and understanding. Once upon a time, I always thought that the larva of cicada was called "Spider", and when it grew up, it was called "cicada".

Cicada, what a strange animal in this world, their larvae have been released for a year or two, after such a long time.

Long darkness flies to the branches, but only a short week or two of life. So Zhuangzi in "Happy Travel" will sigh with emotion:

"Hui Yi doesn't know the spring and autumn!"

Strictly speaking, the sound volume of cicadas should belong to the category of noise, because the sound is loud and sharp, and sometimes it can cross mountains.

Valley, saying it is beautiful and not beautiful, only has a single long sound that has not changed.

However, we always like to listen to cicadas, because cicadas are full of vitality, full of life after flying to the branches.

The sigh of the world. If it is in full bloom in summer and the cicadas are singing in the forest, it will make our hearts ripple and we want to stand like cicadas.

Whistling at the top of the mountain.

Isn't cicada's life very close to ours? Most of us spend half our lives studying, eager to make use of it.

This kind of learning to succeed, that kind of long-term creeping pursuit is just like knowing; Once we are regarded as successful by the world,

Self-sufficient singing in the branches, autumn has come.

Meng Haoran wrote a poem about cicadas one day ago, with the following lines in the middle:

gold

However, the laurels are exhausted,

My youthful desires have been burnt with the years.

And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind,

A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.

When listening to cicadas, I think of this poem, and I feel that the word "cicada" has a deeper meaning.

When can we sing in the tree and say to ourselves, "cicada, shut up!"

I understand the reality of life.

The life of cicada

The hot summer is coming again, and full of green is everywhere, and the land is green; The high fire umbrella makes the summer land more lively and energetic.

I got it! Got it! ┘ A cicada full of life enthusiasm is using it to sing loudly and praise life.

Cicada larvae fall to the ground after hatching in the tree, and use its whole body strength to drill into the ground to feed on the root juice of plants; Therefore, warm soil is their favorite place and the most suitable environment for their growth.

Cicadas have the hardest time, which is about three to five years, or even seventeen years, from the time when the larvae hatch to several times of peeling and emergence into cicadas, so it is not easy.

Cicada has a brown-black body, because cicadas have many natural enemies, such as mantis, spider, ant, dragonfly, bird and so on. Therefore, the newly hatched cicada, hiding in the depths of the hidden shade, can reduce the chance of being attacked by the enemy.

After eclosion, cicadas began to pursue love, because cicadas have an important task-to carry on the family line. Cicada chirping is a signal to carry on the family line. The male cicada attracts the female cicada by chirping and mates! At the same time, it also represents cicada's expectation for life and infinite hope for the future.

Caring for animals and caring for animals is a topic of great concern in today's society. We expect everyone to cultivate attitudes and habits of caring for animals.

The life of cicada

On Friday, we had a lesson about cicada, which said, "It waited for 17 years, only one summer, it came out of the soil, grew up from larvae, and its life was over when the autumn wind blew."

After reading this sentence, I was shocked:/kloc-buried in the soil for 0/7 years, and lived for a summer when I came out. Why?

I found the information about cicada from the computer: cicada's eggs lay in a tree hole for one to two years, then became a first-year insect, climbed out of the tree hole and got into the soil to grow up. After spring, summer, autumn and winter, the first-year insect gradually became a second-year insect, a third-year insect, a fourth-year insect and a fifth-year insect ... After it lived in the soil for seventeen years, it found a summer belonging to it. After learning about cicada's life, I am puzzled: is it worth it to spend 17 years so hard for a summer?

The next day, I was lying at the window, outside was a pine tree, and there were several "musicians" hanging on the tree. I kept thinking, staring and listening 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 most perfect answer to the question I had been searching for all day. It was written in this book: Don't worry about the length of life, what I care about is how to bring happiness to myself and others in a short life.

Yes, cicada's life is hard, but in the last 90 days of its life, it lets itself vent happily and sing freely. I think cicadas should wait for autumn without any concern and end their lives.

I think people are the same. People's life is also very short. Some people complain that "my life is so hard." Some people think, "Life is short, but I have found the joy of life." Everyone is the same. Only doing something useful in a short life is the real goal of life. In my future study, I will overcome difficulties like a cicada and usher in a happy life.