Author: Luo Binwang
Cicadas sing in the west, and guests think deeply in the south.
I can't bear the shadow on my temples, to break a white-haired prisoner's heart.
His flight is heavy through the fog, his pure voice drowns in the windy world.
Who knows if he be singing still?, who listens any more to me??
What opens the door of summer is the cicada singing, and what opens the door of autumn is the cicada's finished life. In summer, the cicada on the tree barks that the head is big, as if to tell people that there is such a life. Cicada's life is very short, but self-cherish and cherish improve its life value. In fact, each of us has great significance, that is, to continue the next generation.
cicada
Author: Yu Shinan
Chuirui drinks clear dew,
The stream resounds out the sparse tung.
Speak from afar,
It needs no help from the autumn wind
Cicada singing, on the road in early autumn-writing composition of cicada
In early autumn, on my way home, I heard cicadas singing.
What a skillful movement it was. The melody is high and heavy, and the melody is euphemistic and light Listening in Fei Fei's carriage, I couldn't tell whether it was a solo by a famous cicada player or a chorus of many cicada singers. That ethereal and wonderful voice comes and goes, ups and downs are continuous, just like a long river whistling in the sky, and it is like a small river whispering. Isn't that a teenager who is about to give up his childishness walking in a heroic way? In the background of that song, it seems that it is full of joy after a leap.
That cicada is singing, still singing all the way. Gradually, the whole space is like a mirror, and the sound waves of cicadas are scattered on the lake. Even the dying poplars on the roadside are like strings of floating streamline sobbing and singing. The sound is like a small bee butterfly tied to the streamline transformed by the branches, swaying with the branches and the streamline, slightly shaking its wings and singing and dancing heartily. My heart gradually followed the melody, like riding in a canoe, slowly swaying in the warmth of singing. Before you know it, you will be drunk in a long and beautiful tune like a fisherman's girl humming.
Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a few birds in the field, leaping wing by wing among the crops and branches, glancing around from time to time at the mature sorghum like a beautiful woman-the rich seeds that were exposed to frankincense after childbirth. Corn is like a girl whose lips are slightly parted, revealing rows of charming white teeth, and she can't help but bang. However, those birds who leap from time to time seem to have understood my mind-not only look at me with little naughty eyes, but also their chirping beak play and their coy pursuit and frolicking seem to show their affectionate disdain for me. At present, I am afraid to smile.
Therefore, I am eager to see the persimmon forest on the slope of the village, and my heart is full of fragrance. Is it the dream shadow of the flying cicada singing, or the veil that hides the delicate and charming face of autumn? I thought. However, in this unpredictable haze, I finally feel that it is indeed full of a commotion, an encouragement, a temptation, and a moving song of life! Is this a mood or an artistic conception? Perhaps, only those who are careful can see through the misty smoke and appreciate the intoxicating scenery that is easily eroded by wind and rain. Only such a person can find a harvest path to the colorful and vast Yuan Ye when the joy of hiding is coming, and in the process of giving birth in early autumn!
Because, there is a cicada singing world that will be childlike.
2. Describe the summer cicada paragraph summer amorous feelings (Author: Cao Zheng)
I don't like summer very much, but I can appreciate many benefits of summer.
Summer can make people young. In summer, you have to take off your thick coat and put away your solemn face. Let the skin be close to the sun every day, and the heart be caressed by the smoky wind every night. When you are sweating, take a hot bath, hold out a pot of iced watermelon and lie on your back in the yard of the melon shed. At this time, it is the most informal and free. Summer is a good time for playing cards, chatting and telling stories, Guang Chen. You can "hog the pig" with your children, drill the table together, and count how many stars there are in the sky together; Or look at the dark sky and tell about the love and yearning of the Magpie Bridge Galaxy. Therefore, the childlike interest in childhood and the exhilaration of youth come together, and they are ten years younger in retrospect and fantasy.
Summer makes people feel colorful in life. The green nature is gradually becoming deep and mature in the heat wave. Jasmine is like snow, crape myrtle is blue, lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the next day, and lotus flowers are red in the next day. A group of boys and girls walked along the street, as if floating across a colorful Yun Ni. The dazzling summer clothes in metropolis are so dazzling that you can't tell which color is the most beautiful. Summer is never unwilling to be lonely, elegant and colorful, which can all be symbols of summer. Summer can test a person's perseverance best. Because of the sultry heat, it breeds a lot of irritability. Weak-willed people readily give way to boredom, laziness, wandering and burnout in summer; Strong-willed people, however, cherish summer and cherish the time in summer, which will prolong your life. Sail a full boat of life in the hot summer, win the gift of the old man in time through tempering, and let every moment of life not be wasted.
Summer is the most romantic season. The summer landscape opens its mind without shyness, allowing visitors to enjoy its grandeur and enchanting leisurely. The most interesting programs in summer are watching the sea, going to the beach to listen to the tide, surfing all night, or singing karaoke, or going to the movies all night, silently expecting the first light of the east to rise on a windless summer night. There are many lingering words to say in summer, and you can taste the warmth of summer sentiment without saying it. Summer in the journey of life is often too short. Just over thirty, I am not confused, and summer will soon become a sweet memory. However, those fiery years will not be easily forgotten, even if they are mixed with unspeakable melancholy, they will arouse endless worries when your temples are like frost, arouse your thoughts' attachment and hit your mind again.
In summer, don't complain about the impermanence of the smoky wind and the chirping of cicadas, and don't hate mosquitoes disturbing dreams every night. Every season is a step in life. Even if there are setbacks, troubles, the sky is going to fall, there is trauma, there is uncertainty, and there is a second death, as long as the heart is not wasted, the ambition is not paid, and the resentment is frosty, it is enough to have a clear conscience and leave the truth in the world.
Singing about summer means singing about people who love life. As long as you love life, whether it is hot or cold, it will be as magnificent and charming as warm spring and chic autumn.
3. The number of essays about the annoying chirping of cicadas in summer has soared, but there has never been such a song that moved me so much. Maybe it is not pleasant to hear, but it contains all the knowledge of life of a cicada.
Cicada, in our impression, is a little ugly creature. However, it is this ugly little thing that hides in a corner of a big tree. It sings nonstop all summer, and its voice is very loud. Unfortunately, the melody is always only the phrase "cicada, cicada", which makes people bored until they frown, stand up and close the window with a bang. Through the window, everything outside is like a silent movie, the watermelon vendor is shouting hard, the Beijing opera in the little black box in the hand of the old man selling newspapers in the shade, and the sound of dogs barking from time to time beside him all disappear in my ears. Turn around, turn on the air conditioner, drink ice drinks, and wish I wouldn't step out here all summer. This is a quiet summer.
But when we calm down, we will feel awkward and feel that something is missing. Yes, the moment we closed the window, we also closed the whole summer. In summer, he has his own melody, and the main melody is cicada singing, which connects the whole summer movement in series. Its small body has been dormant underground for 17 years, which is 68 seasons and 6,205 days and nights. It just waits for this summer, a season completely belonging to itself, and sings loudly as if it were the center of the whole world when the season comes. However, it will die as soon as the summer is over, and the sound of "knowing, knowing" is the whole meaning and proof of its existence. I think this summer is also its lifelong dream.
So we can't bear to shut its singing out of the window anymore. The hot light in summer is its spotlight, and this summer is its stage. We have no right to deprive him of the right to sing about life. All we can do is to listen to the tremendous life power that generate showed in his ugly body. We should be in awe, because we are facing life. I think the cicada may be smiling when it leaves, I mean, if it can. Because it has found the meaning of its own life, even if it takes 17 years, it is worthwhile. What a happy thing it is.
4. The composition is sad for Xia Chan [the composition is sad for Xia Chan] The summer solstice is the birthday of summer;
Cicada is the most beautiful blessing, and the composition is sad and Xia Chan hurts.
And now:
I searched all the corners, but it disappeared.
When I was young, it always seemed to rain in summer.
After the rain or the night comes, cicadas begin to stir.
Rushing out from under the hard land, quietly using the night to hide people's eyes and ears. When it climbs to the top of the tree, it slowly sheds its shell.
In the morning, when Aurora woke up, he left his empty shell and flew away. Flying to nowhere, cicadas, cicadas screaming, seems to be a story of screaming, a legend about summer.
..... In this way ..... It starts again and again year after year ...................
At that time, on the summer solstice, I always complained that it was cicada and learned boring spells, but my grandmother told me that there are fewer cicadas now than we did then. At that time, enjoying the cool under the tree, my feet moved, and I was scratching. Listening to grandma's words, it is not difficult to imagine how beautiful the summer would be at that time.
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In Zhixia, I searched for it on the summer solstice:
However, the sky left me with a large blank, the composition of the first year of high school, Writing Sad for Xia Chan.
Time has changed the direction of their fate:
However, everything has changed, but it is only for that little money ...
I don't know when the summer night is not calm,
The night in the Woods was faded by people's flashlights. They turned the black stool into white, searched every corner inch by inch, and caught insect cicada who only climbed high. No matter how big or small, dead or alive, all of them will be banned.
I once saw a cicada that climbed more than ten meters high was picked by several people, and its efforts in the middle of the night were wiped out in an instant, and people's motivation was only for the twenty cents or fifty cents ...
The night is like a fig leaf, covering all ugliness and evil.
The next morning, you can see countless cicada bodies piled up in the market and bought and sold happily. No one respects it as a kind of life.
The old man in the village saw the empty cicada shell on the tree and sighed: Hey! If we go on like this, I don't know if we'll know next year ... People nowadays ... Hey! ……
Walking in this silent summer,
I feel even more that once boring is so precious after losing it.
Cicada, cicada is like a monotonous song from the flowing edge,
So rough, so bold:
It is the most beautiful blessing for summer birthday.
It's just that it's slowly moving away ...
Feng Chen, Senior One of Dongping Senior High School
I approached the cicada, and it flew to another tree, so I quietly approached it and slammed it. Before it could react, it had become my captive. I saw that the cicada's head was big, like a ball, and it was all black from top to bottom, as if painted with a layer of black paint. Cicada knows again, and the cicada cries as if begging for mercy from me. I was surprised to find that the cicada's pronunciation and abdomen are constantly shaking.
2) Sometimes, cicadas and ants do have some dealings, but they are just the opposite of what was said in the previous fable. Cicadas don't live on others. It never went to the front of the ant to beg for food. On the contrary, the ant was driven by hunger and begged the singer.
3) There is a kind of cicada, which sacrificed a lot to satisfy the hobby of music. Because of this huge castanet, the living organs have nowhere to be placed, so they have to be pressed into the smallest corner of the body.
4) Cicada likes singing very much. There is a cymbal-like instrument in the cavity behind its wing. It's not enough. We need to put a castanet on the chest to increase the intensity of the sound.
5) Cicada doesn't wait until a summer after years. When the autumn wind blows, its life is over. Therefore, it has to live well in this short summer, no matter how long you can live, just like cicada, although its wings are broken, it still has to live well. Compared with them, is our life longer?
6) What does a cicada look like? Cicada has six legs and two eyes. How many are there on * *? Grain. I'm telling you, it still has little wings. After becoming cicada, little wings will become big wings. If you want to become a cicada, you have to peel it. I think peeling is very slow. Since I found the cicada, I haven't peeled it until the evening.
6. The composition describing the golden cicada is scorching in the sun, the leaves on the tall trees are all gone, and the puppy is lolling with its tongue out. There was a cry of cicadas from the towering tree in front of my house, as if a concert was being held. How I wish I could catch some and show them off to my sister!
After some preparation, this afternoon, I was carrying a cicada cage that I had just finished, looking for tools made of plastic nets and bamboo poles, and ran to Yang Shulin.
Cicada is chirping "cicada, cicada ……", completely unaware of the disaster behind me, I happily ran over and buckled it with a net, only to find that cicada flew out of the gap in the tree and stopped on another tree. "cicada, cicada ..." She cried again, as if laughing at me. I thought it over and summed up my experience carefully. Before I knew it, two or three hours passed and I had caught several.
From this, I understand a truth: when catching cicadas, we should hold our breath, wait and see, move forward slowly and attack decisively. Only in this way can we succeed.
Ah! The first time you catch cicadas, you get a lot!
Cicada singing, on the road in early autumn-writing composition of cicada
In early autumn, on my way home, I heard cicadas singing.
What a skillful movement it was. The melody is high and heavy, and the melody is euphemistic and light Listening in Fei Fei's carriage, I couldn't tell whether it was a solo by a famous cicada player or a chorus of many cicada singers. That ethereal and wonderful voice comes and goes, ups and downs are continuous, just like a long river whistling in the sky, and it is like a small river whispering. Isn't that a teenager who is about to give up his childishness walking in a heroic way? In the background of that song, it seems that it is full of joy after a leap.
That cicada is singing, still singing all the way. Gradually, the whole space is like a mirror, and the sound waves of cicadas are scattered on the lake. Even the dying poplars on the roadside are like strings of floating streamline sobbing and singing. The sound is like a small bee butterfly tied to the streamline transformed by the branches, swaying with the branches and the streamline, slightly shaking its wings and singing and dancing heartily. My heart gradually followed the melody, like riding in a canoe, slowly swaying in the warmth of singing. Before you know it, you will be drunk in a long and beautiful tune like a fisherman's girl humming.
Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a few birds in the field, leaping wing by wing among the crops and branches, glancing around from time to time at the mature sorghum like a beautiful woman-the rich seeds that were exposed to frankincense after childbirth. Corn is like a girl whose lips are slightly parted, revealing rows of charming white teeth, and she can't help but bang. However, those birds who leap from time to time seem to have understood my mind-not only look at me with little naughty eyes, but also their chirping beak play and their coy pursuit and frolicking seem to show their affectionate disdain for me. At present, I am afraid to smile.
Therefore, I am eager to see the persimmon forest on the slope of the village, and my heart is full of fragrance. Is it the dream shadow of the flying cicada singing, or the veil that hides the delicate and charming face of autumn? I thought. However, in this unpredictable haze, I finally feel that it is indeed full of a commotion, an encouragement, a temptation, and a moving song of life! Is this a mood or an artistic conception? Perhaps, only those who are careful can see through the misty smoke and appreciate the intoxicating scenery that is easily eroded by wind and rain. Only such a person can find a harvest path to the colorful and vast Yuan Ye when the joy of hiding is coming, and in the process of giving birth in early autumn!
Because, there is a cicada singing world that will be childlike.
7. About the composition of cicada 600 words Summer is here, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and our affairs are increasing. Besides going swimming on Sunday, my favorite activity is catching cows.
The cicada cow is the predecessor of cicada, and children call it cicada cow. Every summer evening, they will come out of the ground and slowly climb up the tree. June and July are the best time to catch cicadas. At this time, cicadas are not only numerous, but also big and fat. After dinner, the children will look for trees in twos and threes to catch the cows.
I go with Viagra across the hall every day. We have to take flashlights, shovels, plastic bags and so on. Before dark, we looked under the big tung tree around the school playground. He was responsible for looking at the tree and I was responsible for looking at the ground. The trees are easier to find and more, and the ground depends on the technology. If there is a round hole the size of a bean in the ground, you should dig it with a shovel. After dark, we will walk around the school wall, with two people, one on this side and the other on the other side of the tree, shining up along the trunk with a flashlight. From six o'clock to nine o'clock, we usually catch 30-50, and we can also find dozens of shells left by cicada skin. It will be hard to find it after nine o'clock.
We caught cicada Niu Yi for fun and sold cicada slough for money, but more importantly, we learned that cows can be eaten. There are two ways to eat a cicada cow: first, wash it, soak it in water for a while, and fry it to eat; Another way is to wrap it in wet mud and bake it on the fire. The cicada cow is not only delicious, but also nutritious.
One summer, the children will enjoy it.
8. Composition about Cicada (80~ 100) Today is a sunny day, and it is also a hot day. Cicada keeps barking in the dense branches and leaves, as if to say, "It's killing me, it's killing me." Cicada has been calling, and its song has been reaching my ears, which also makes me restless. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw a cicada crawling feebly on the branch, which was very pitiful.
I gently caught the cicada and looked at it carefully: it was black all over and had two big eyes. There are three legs and hooks on the toes, so I can lie firmly on the trunk. It also has a pair of wings, thin, transparent and very beautiful.
Cicada pupae will stay underground for 2- 17 years before they break out of the ground, climb up the tree, and shed their shells for the fifth time to grow into cicadas. The molted shell is like its armor, and cicada shell can also be used as a good medicine. Cicadas also suck nutrients from the leaves of big branches, which is harmful to trees. Therefore, cicadas are both beneficial insects and pests.
Throughout the summer, cicadas have been singing loudly, like an insect musician, singing one brisk cicada song after another for people, adding a joy to nature. However, cicadas can only live for one summer, and when the autumn wind comes together, their life will be over.
I gently put the cicada back on the branch, let it continue to sing, and let it have a happy summer.
9. the composition describing the scenery of the summer solstice, whether it is 90 years or 90 days, just live well. -Inscription
The summer solstice has come, bringing the summer heat, cicadas, and called away.
This year, cicadas sing early. With the increasingly hot weather, cicadas are singing more and more endlessly, morning and evening, which makes busy people feel bored. One day, I made an appointment with my brother to catch cicadas by the river and gained a lot. The little guy in his hand, his transparent wings converged, his body trembled slightly and he was silent. Is it a little thing that used to live in a tree all the time? So small, but so loud, it resounded throughout the summer!
At night, cicadas are still singing, as if they don't know what is tired. Lying in bed, smelling cicadas, tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep. I once knew in Fabres's Insect that when it was a larva, it had to sleep in the ground and wait for this long and slow growth, maybe two or three years, maybe even seventeen years. It is eager to break through the ground, it is eager to see the outside world, and it is eager to sing and sing life in its own world. When it finally realized its dream, it only had a short summer. How can it make up for its hard waiting? However, it thinks-worth it. When the yellow leaves began to dance in the air, when farmers began to work in the fields, when the autumn wind began to dress up the world with gold, who would know that in another corner of the world, there was such a life, waiting for death with a smile, and it had no strength to sing any more. It quietly fell on the branches, and it still stubbornly believed that this summer was worth it.
After digging for seventeen years under the dark ground, I just want to spend these short three months in the sun. This is cicada-a life of silently enduring long darkness and singing for a short time. For a short and happy summer life, it can endure the long, dark, simple and miserable seventeen years underground. Thinking of its short life, I really can't bear to complain about the noise of cicadas or curse their songs like no one's watching. The soft moonlight was flowing in the air. I got up and carefully placed the cicadas on the old trees in the garden. The cicadas began to sing again, so beautiful and so sweet. I suddenly laughed because of them, because of the cicada.
Oh, this is the meaning of cicada life! So simple, so persistent.
10. Writing the composition of cicada's life 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 Cicada gives birth to scorching sunshine and bakes the earth. 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. I don't know how long cicadas have 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 died on the day when I saw the sunshine, which 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 strange sound. It always squeaks up and along the trees and clouds, to an indescribable extent.
Then, in the last section of the long note, it suddenly ended with a bass "le" and came to an abrupt end. When you listen to it, it is: knowing! Know-yes! This is the first time I have heard cicadas cry "cicada" so clearly, and finally let me know the sound and meaning of the word "cicada".
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, but they only have a short life of one or two weeks after such a long darkness.
Therefore, Zhuangzi will feel in "Happy Travel": "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 the mountains and valleys, saying that it is beautiful or not, and there is only a single long sound that has not changed. However, we always like to listen to cicadas, because the cicada sound is full of vitality, full of chanting for this world after flying to the branches.
If the summer is in full bloom and the forest is full of cicadas, it will make our hearts ripple and we want to stand on the top of the mountain and scream like cicadas. Isn't cicada's life very close to ours? Most of us spend half our lives studying, eager to make use of this kind of study to achieve success, and the long-term pursuit is just like cicada; Once we are regarded as successful by the world and sing in the branches, autumn has come.
Meng Haoran wrote a poem about cicadas a while ago, and there are some words in the middle: All the gold is gone, my youthful desires have been burnt with the years. The evening breeze blows to the bleak breeze, listen to the late cicada sound melancholy more.
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 at the same time be calm and clear, and say to ourselves, "cicada, I understand about the reality of life."
Cicada's life, the hot summer is coming, full of green is everywhere, and the earth 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. Cicada's Life On Friday, we had a lesson about cicada. The text said, "It waited 17 years, and then it waited for a summer. It came out of the soil and grew up from a larva. When the autumn wind blew, its life was over." After reading this sentence, I was shocked: 17 years was buried in the soil, and it came out to live for a summer. 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.