Beautiful sentences describing cicada singing in summer

1. Cicada likes singing very much. There is a cymbal-like instrument in the cavity behind its wings. That's not enough. We need to put a castanet on the chest to increase the intensity of the sound.

2. Listen! Look! Fearless cicada, singing the song in her heart ... cicada! People are like this? I lie down gently and pay attention to the beautiful world outside the window.

Cicada has been playing music all her life. It is so small, but it is so loud that it reverberates all summer. Although he only has more than 90 days to live, he never gives up.

4. In the morning, cicadas wake me up with bright eyes. At noon, it cries louder, some like horns and some like screams. At night, the cicada accompanied me to sleep, and its song made me fall asleep soon.

5. The cicada explained the heat of summer and poured out the complexity in her heart. On this hot night, I am sorting out my confused thoughts. ...

I approached the cicada and it flew to another tree. I approached it quietly and fell with a jerk. Before it can respond, it has become my prisoner. I saw the cicada's head is very big, like a ball, all black from top to bottom, like a layer of black paint. Knowing and knowing, the cicada cried as if begging for mercy from me. I was surprised to find that the cicada's pronunciation and abdomen kept shaking.

7. Finally, a refreshing wind blew, and the cicada in the tree sang a cheerful song again. Gentleman Lake is covered with waves, as if covered with silver armor. Fish jumped out of the water to enjoy the cool wind, and willow shook its long branches to feel the charm of the wind. ...

In the summer months, cicadas are singing. It's so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly low in the shade, as if they were afraid of the sun burning their wings. From time to time, there were several "cicada" calls from the branches. The voice is crisp and beautiful, which makes you bored from time to time. Sometimes, the old people are really carefree while holding a fan and listening to the beautiful songs of cicadas. On the wide Yuan Ye, the fireball-like sun hangs in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. There is not a cloud or wind in the air. All the trees hung their heads listlessly in the hot sun overhead. Among the weeds, grass, reeds, red, white and purple wildflowers are all steamed high in the sky by a red sun, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicating breath, which is really charming.

9. There is a kind of cicada, which sacrificed a lot to satisfy its love for music. Because of this huge castanet, living organs have nowhere to be placed, so they have to be pressed into the smallest corner of the body.

10. Cicada likes singing very much. There is a cymbal-like instrument in the cavity behind its wings. That's not enough. We need to put a castanet on the chest to increase the intensity of the sound.