Writing a composition on naming cicadas

1. Composition about writing cicadas

In the hot summer, at noon, everything is resting to avoid being burned by the unbridled fireball. Only the "singer" is still singing loudly, and that is the cicada. Some of them are rolling in the dejected grass, and some are enjoying the cool under the poplar trees that cover the sky. Just looking at it like this makes my thoughts fly far, far away.

I remember that during the summer vacation, I traveled to Yunnan. It was like spring all year round and the scenery was pleasant. The clouds, the mountains, and the endless prairie were still fresh in my memory.

It was a morning when we left Dali and prepared to go to Lijiang. The car we were riding in was speeding on the road. The scenery in front of my eyes kept changing. Only the "giant" never left my sight. .

You see, there is a towering mountain peak in the distance, which is even more eye-catching compared with other continuous and unremarkable mountains. From a distance, it looks like a sharp sword piercing the sky. There are cliffs above it. It is probably difficult for ordinary people to conquer it.

Under the mountain is a large straw mat, which is a paradise for animals. After the rain, the air is fresher and cooler. At this time, a few little rabbits will jump out and play happily. They are very happy.

The sky in Yunnan is blue and the clouds are white. When you come here, you will integrate yourself into nature and into this beautiful and magical paradise.

The ancient town of Lijiang is less noisy and more peaceful. The houses and bridges here are all made of wood. Listening to the beautiful songs of flowing water and tasting the bitter yet sweet Pu'er tea, it really has some antique flavor.

Cicadas began to restrain their singing, and my trip to Yunnan was unforgettable. 2. Write a 300-word essay on Zhizhi

One day during the summer vacation, the fireball-like sun scorched the earth, the trees drooped their heads from the heat, and the puppy stuck out its red tongue in the shade. The tree screamed desperately on the tree. The summer was so boring that my brother and I could only sit at home and do our own things. Suddenly, my brother showed a smile for some reason and said to me: "Jiejie, on the tree The cicadas were greeting us, let’s go to the small garden downstairs to meet them!” I agreed immediately. So my brother and I made two simple net bags and went straight to the small garden downstairs. “Look.” , there is a living giant cicada parked on the tree trunk. It is all black. Under the sunlight, its transparent wings emit a trace of light, and its two cute little black eyes are shaking. It looks like an eternal cicada. The tired musician kept shouting "Cicada, Cicada" and looked quite cute. I walked to it carefully, took out the net bag I just made, and pounced on Cicada, "Hey, you... You idiot, you must have been defeated by me!" Just when I was secretly happy, my brother beside me was laughing. I calmed down and said to my brother very dissatisfied: "Brother, why are you laughing? You have the ability. Come and catch one too." At this time, my brother stopped laughing and said to me: "Jiejie, look what's in your net bag, take a look!" I looked at the net bag unconvinced, ugh. , it turns out that this cicada is really clever. The moment I threw my net bag towards the tree trunk, it had already flown to another tree. I couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that a little cicada can't conquer it? It, I was not convinced, learned the lesson just now, quietly approached the big tree, found the target, picked up the net bag, and pounced, catching the cicada off guard, but this small and exquisite cicada was very cunning. , while I was happy, I escaped from the net bag again. At this time, my brother took out his net bag and walked gently to the tree. I thought to myself: It seems that you can’t catch the cicada either. You're laughing at me! I saw that my brother aimed at the position of the cicada, approached it step by step, opened the mouth of the net bag and slowly covered the branch where the cicada was, and the cicada was caught easily by my brother. I made a military order for myself , I must catch the cicada this time. I gritted my teeth and followed my brother's example to search for the target first. I found it on a big locust tree opposite. I took cat steps and approached the cicada, and then I gently put the net bag in front of the cicadas and pounced hard. Haha, now the cicadas could only linger in the net bag. I took a deep breath and caught the cicadas in the bottle. I caught one , which greatly increased my confidence, two, three... I showed no sign of weakness, and *** caught seven, with a hit rate of 100%. My brother and I returned home with a full load of cicadas we had caught. At the same time, while catching cicadas, In the process of learning, I learned the truth that no matter what you do, you must find out the rules and master the methods in order to succeed.

3. Composition about Cicada

Solved problem Collection Asking for Cicada’s composition About 300 words Tags: Cicada, composition Questions added 2008-08-28 11:33 Urgent! Anonymous answer: 2 Popularity: 2 Solution time: 2008-08-28 11:34 One day during the summer vacation at noon, the fireball-like sun scorched the earth, the trees were roasted to the point of drooping their heads, and the puppy stuck out its red tongue in the shade. The cicadas screamed desperately on the tree. The summer made people feel uncomfortable. My brother and I could only sit at home and do our own things. Suddenly, my brother showed a smile for some reason and said to me: "Jiejie, the tree The cicadas were greeting us, let's go to the small garden downstairs to meet them!" I agreed immediately. So my brother and I made two simple net bags and went straight to the small garden downstairs.

"Look", there is a living cicada parked on the tree trunk. It is all black. Under the sunlight, its transparent wings emit a trace of light, and its two cute little black eyes are shaking. It was like a musician who never gets tired. It kept shouting "Cicada, cicada" and looked quite cute. I walked to it carefully, took out the net bag I just made, and put it on the cicada. I pounced, "Hey, you big idiot, you must have been defeated by me!" Just when I was secretly happy, my brother beside me was laughing. I calmed down and said very dissatisfied to my brother: "Brother "Why are you laughing? Come and catch one if you can." At this time, my brother stopped laughing and said to me: "Jiejie, look what's in your net pocket, take a look!" I looked at the net bag with conviction. Hey, it turns out that this cicada is really clever. The moment I threw the net bag against the tree trunk, it had already flown to another tree. I couldn't help but laugh.

Could it be that even a small cicada couldn't conquer it? I was very unconvinced. I learned the lesson just now, quietly approached the big tree, found the target, picked up the net bag, and pounced, letting the cicada I was caught off guard, but this small and exquisite cicada was so cunning that he escaped from the net bag while I was happy. At this time, my brother took out his net bag and walked gently to the tree. I thought to myself: It seems you can’t catch cicadas either, and you’re still laughing at me! I saw that my brother aimed at the position of the cicada, approached it step by step, opened the mouth of the net bag and slowly covered the branch where the cicada was, and the cicada was caught easily by my brother.

I set a military order for myself. I must catch cicadas this time. I gritted my teeth and followed my brother's example to search for the target first. I found it on a big locust tree opposite. I took cat steps and walked towards it. This cicada was approaching, then I gently put the net bag in front of the cicada, and pounced hard. Haha, now the cicada could only linger in the net bag. I took a deep breath and caught the cicada. In the bottle.

I caught one, which greatly increased my confidence. Two, three... I showed no weakness, and *** caught seven, with a hit rate of 100%. My brother and I took the We all came home with a full load of cicadas we caught. At the same time, in the process of catching cicadas, I learned a truth. No matter what we do, we must find out the rules and master the methods in order to succeed. 4. A big composition about cicadas

I love raising cicadas

The life of a cicada goes through three different stages: egg, larvae, pupa and adult. The eggs are laid in the tree, the larvae live underground, and the adults return to the tree. After the cicadas mate, the male cicada completes his mission and dies soon after. The female cicada begins the task of laying eggs. It uses its pointed ovipositor to pierce small holes on the branches, and lays four to eight eggs at a time. Dozens of holes are often pierced on a branch, and then the female cicada The cicada refused to eat or drink and soon died.

A cicada's pupa spends the first two or three years of its life underground, and perhaps longer. During this time, it sucks sap from the tree roots. Then one day he broke out of the ground and found a tree to climb up based on his survival instinct. After several years of slow growth, the cicada pupa crawls out of the ground as an energy storage body. Its front paws, which are used for digging burrows, can also be used for climbing. The molting process begins when a black crack appears on the cicada's back. Molting is controlled by a hormone. The front legs of the cicada pupa are hook-shaped so that when the adult emerges from the empty shell, it can hang firmly on the tree. It is very important that the cicada pupa faces the tree vertically. This is for the normal development of the adult wings, otherwise the wings will develop abnormally. The cicada uses the pupa shell as a base and slowly extricates itself, just like crawling out of a suit of armor. The whole process takes about an hour. When the cicada's upper body is free, it hangs upside down with its wings spread out. At this stage, the cicada's wings are very soft and they spread through the fluid tubes in them. The fluid pressure causes the wings to expand. When the liquid is pumped back into the cicada's body, the outstretched wings have hardened. If a cicada is disturbed while its wings are unfolding, the cicada will be disabled for life and may not be able to fly at all. After molting, cicadas attach themselves to branches and survive by sucking sap from branches or trunks.

I love raising cicadas 5. A 600-word essay about cicadas

Summer is here, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and we have more things to do. Besides swimming on Sundays, my favorite thing to do is catch cicadas.

The cicada is the predecessor of the cicada, and the children call it the cicada.

Every summer evening they emerge from the ground and slowly climb up the trees. June and July are the best times to catch cicadas. At this time, not only are there many cicadas, but they are also big and fat. After dinner, the children would find places with many trees in twos and threes to catch cows.

I go with Wei Weiwei from the opposite door every day. We have to bring flashlights, shovels, plastic bags, etc. Before dark, we searched under the big tung trees around the school playground. He was responsible for looking at the trees, and I was responsible for looking at the ground. The ones on the trees are easier to find and more abundant, but the ones on the ground depend on your skills. If there is a round hole in the ground the size of a bean, use a shovel to dig it. After dark, we would walk around the school wall, with two people, one on this side of the tree and one on the other side of the tree, shining up along the trunk of the tree with a flashlight. From six o'clock to nine o'clock, we usually catch 30-50 cicadas, and we can also pick up dozens of cicada shells left by molting. It's hard to find after nine o'clock.

We caught cicadas for fun, and we picked up cicadas and sold them for money, but more importantly, we learned that cicadas can be eaten. There are two ways to eat cicada beef: one is to wash it, soak it in water for a while, and fry it before eating it; the other way is to wrap it in wet mud and roast it on the fire. Cicada beef is not only delicious but also nutritious.

Children will enjoy it all summer long. 6. Write a composition about cicadas (write more about the appearance and sound)

A cicada At noon today, I suddenly heard a cicada screaming. It screamed so loudly! I looked out the window and saw a cicada landing on the window of my house.

I wanted to be friends with him, so I asked my dad to take it off. My dad took it off and put it on the table. My mother also came, and she asked me to observe the cicadas carefully.

This is a cicada that I like very much. Its body is very beautiful and its eyes are on its head. The back is so strong that it can’t even be beaten! Its wings have been damaged by its father.

I think if it were smaller it would be a mosquito. After a while, my mother said, "This cicada is injured."

My father said, "Why?" My mother said, "Because it only has five legs!" We took a closer look. That's true. 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? . 7. A 400-word essay describing cicadas in summer

Chanting Cicadas

Author: Luo Binwang

The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the Southern Crown 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, that 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 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 surprise comes and in the transition of early autumn that is about to give birth!

Because there is a cicada world that is about to shed all its childishness. 8. A 400-word essay describing cicadas in summer

Chanting Cicadas

Author: King Luo Bin

The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in the Southern Crown 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, that 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 car, 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 cicada world that is about to shed all its childishness. 9. The beginning of a cicada composition for primary school students

One afternoon during the summer vacation, we walked along the fitness road towards Daxi Valley. The left side of the road is adjacent to the highway, with many trees, flowers and plants planted in between. From time to time, the cheerful and clear chirping of cicadas can be heard in the grove. We walked against the football club on the right and tested each other's brain teasers. Suddenly, I found an insect with large transparent wings parked on the trunk of a small tree next to me.

"Cicada! Cicada! Catch it quickly." I pointed at it excitedly and shouted. Wang Yubo ran over immediately. My mother and aunt also came closer. My mother and I were too timid to catch it.

"I'll do it!" Auntie stepped forward gently, put her right hand together into a bowl shape, and then put it on the cicada with a snap. The cicada screamed "cicada", while Wang Yubo and I happily Dancing with joy, we put the cicada into a plastic bag and watched the cicada fly around in the bag. "I know, I know..." We kept shouting, and we suddenly became interested in catching cicadas. Eight eyes They all looked up into the trees, staring at the trunks of each tree and starting to search.

"Here, there is another one here!" I found the target again and shouted in a low voice, for fear of frightening the prey. But the cicada stopped too high, and the aunt couldn't catch it even if she stood on tiptoe. "Jump up and catch it." I started to make suggestions. "No, it will alarm it." Wang Yubo immediately rejected my idea. What should I do? We don’t want to give up and keep thinking of ways. "Mom, pick me up and catch me." Wang Yubo's method was unanimously approved by us. The aunt hugged Wang Yubo's legs and lifted him high. Wang Yubo carefully raised his hand, "Pop!" This cicada also became our treasure. "Hey, this cicada is too insensitive and too stupid!" We were so proud that we turned our attention to another tree.

The third cicada rested leisurely on the tree trunk. But when Wang Yubo raised his hand and was about to pat it down, the cicada in his pocket actually informed his companions of "cicada, cicada". The clever cicada immediately flew up and landed on a tree in front of it. We didn't dare to take it lightly now, so we quickly covered our pockets and followed them on tiptoe. When we came to the tree, Wang Yubo first found the best position and assumed the best posture, while I held my breath and nervously Staring at this cunning guy, beads of sweat broke out on his head. Wang Yubo slowly raised his right hand, and when his palm was as high as the cicada, he covered it in his palm with lightning speed. "Hey, catch me!" I happily opened my pocket and put this "captive" into the "cage".

After a while, we achieved many results. We caught seven cicadas in one shot. Some of these cicadas were big and some were small. They had two bulging eyes on their heads, standing upright. Two tentacles as thin as hair, and a pair of thin and hard transparent wings on its back. Only then did I know the true meaning of "as thin as cicada wings". Gently hold the cicada's body with your hands, and you will feel your hands vibrating when the cicada cries. At this time, we discovered that the smallest cicada had a sharp and long needle on the back of its vagina, and no matter how we played with it, it didn't scream. Wang Yubo said with a smile: "We caught a mute."

After returning home, my mother and I checked the information on the Internet and learned that only male cicadas can sing, and female cicadas cannot. , known as the "dumb cicada, the needle behind the *** is the ovipositor of the female cicada. It turns out that the cicada that cannot scream is the female cicada.

Catching cicadas is so interesting. It not only makes me happy, but also learns knowledge. Nature is really