An essay listening to insects and birds singing.

I always think that birdsong is the most beautiful of all sounds, because of their simple local flavor. Birds are angels in the countryside, and there is rain and food to feed them. They always stand in front of me on a rainy morning or night and say a lot of words that can only be understood but cannot be expressed. Little birds sing, like the seeds released by barefoot farmers when sowing in soft farmland, awakening cattle and horses, villages, roads and houses. I know many people don't know whether they belong to urban families or rural families. They yearn for the nature of the countryside and the luxury of the city. This is such a contradictory unity. When approaching people or things in the countryside, we will habitually say in the tone of city people: those country bosses.

Spring has come, as if the air is burning. I remember this is a dialogue in a movie, which moved me. I don't think of spring, but something related to rural spring: birds singing. Birds can reach from one intersection to another, from the roof of one house to the roof of another house, from one bush to another bush and from one village to another in a short time. So do birds. As long as you listen carefully, you can't help flying The bird's song is clear and pure, with the texture of exquisite porcelain. I only smell birds, but I can't see their shadows. I imagine that such a beautiful sound is made by the leaves on the tree. I remember reading such a poem: birds are flowers of trees. How nice! In this way, the leaves will become birds full of trees. Think like this, there is a faint worry, through the twilight, it seems that birds are trembling slightly in the night wind. Or go back to the perspective of the countryside. Bird singing, a name with the aesthetic feeling of classical poetry, fully embodies the conciseness and accuracy of Chinese expression. Slightly warm birdsong soon pervades the countryside like fog, and what a vivid process is implied in the words. As for the village, I have always had such a poetic composition: among the trees, the village like Chinese painting Jian Mo shows a vague outline in the faint white light, surrounded by fog, and nothing can be seen. The wooden door of a farm yard is gently covered, swallows are whispering in a semicircular bowl-shaped nest under the eaves, and flocks of sparrows are jumping and chirping among the branches and leaves in the yard. The thin whine woke up the naughty child who stayed up late last night. ...

Swallows and sparrows sing in the village early in the morning because they are the two most common birds in the classical villages of China. Hard-working swallows with black wings are majestic and noble, which makes many children stay away from them. Sparrows with smaller size, grayer color and shorter songs, like a naughty and lovely Cinderella, have become animals as deeply involved in people's daily lives as chickens and dogs. A writer said that sparrows are "poor people" among birds. I am convinced. On ordinary days, sparrows chirp like singers on the road in corrugated, wooded or thatched nests in wall holes, and a single tone constantly balances the dynamics and tranquility of rural life. They are flying animals and can live in harmony with people and even live together. These music-loving creatures can always hear the hum of branches at the moment of takeoff. If they can have a chance to land on the strings of Sheng Zhongguo's violin and pull their little paws like that, I believe that kind of beauty must be indescribable.

These lovely birds were artificially listed as one of the "four pests" in the 1950s, and were almost extinct. This reminds me of a passage in Walden: What would the field be like without rabbits and partridges? They are the simplest protozoa, with the same color and nature as nature, and the closest alliance with leaves and land.

Rabbits or partridges are close to nature. Think carefully, why do people who live in seclusion in the city have a groundhog's happiness? "Nightmare Shadow" says: "Listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, chess in the day, flute in the moonlight, pine in the mountains and deceit in the water, and you will be worthy of this ear." This kind of situation can only be seen a little in poetry today. Where can I hear it? Therefore, for me, for people living in cities, it is also happy to imagine the singing of birds. Ask close questions

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A composition about listening to the sounds of animals and insects.

In the morning, a wonderful music woke me up in my sleep. Listen carefully, it turns out that cicada musicians are playing their beautiful music in the tree. Beautiful music breaks the hot and dreary summer and brings a little interest to summer.

Although some people feel annoyed, they call it "cicada, cicada …" all day.

But I don't think so, because it is the representative of summer, and only they can play! My eyes were attracted by a group of musicians, about a dozen of whom were scattered under two big trees-two clusters of wild shrubs and small purple fruits, which had been baked by the sun.

Beetle musicians are absorbed in flapping their wings, and their beautiful rhymes flow out like spiritual springs.

At this time, I think their music is superior to all the music in the world, and only bugs can play it!

Essays and essays on the theme of listening to nature

Listening to the sounds of nature/the fog soaked the balcony, I heard crickets chirping at midnight.

Crickets are angels in autumn. When autumn makes the world cold, they call "crickets", which reminds me of the past.

In late summer, the wheat is ripe. After harvesting wheat, there will be a lot of wheat left in the field, so there are people who pick up the ears of wheat.

In order not to let others pick ears of wheat in our house, our house will pick ears of wheat in the wheat field on the day when the harvest is finished, taking advantage of the night arrival.

Compared with other jobs, it is easier to pick the ears of wheat, but if you bend over for a long time, it will not loosen.

But at night, because it is difficult to see the ears of wheat on the ground, but we must see them clearly, so we must bend over and bend over for a long time.

At night, sometimes one or two meteors cross the sky. In an uninhabited field, the harvested field becomes more and more flat, and with the arrival of night, it is endless.

The existence of meteors makes our night particularly emotional and unforgettable.

Meteors are brilliant. Meteors in the wilderness are different from meteors in other places, just like a fireworks across the sky.

I know that no matter how beautiful a meteor is, it's just a whisper. It is an unknown meteorite that comes into this world, burns itself, gives off dazzling light, and then burns beyond recognition, or there is nothing, but it is gorgeous after all, beautiful once, so dazzling, and worth dying for.

Meteors in the field don't know where their souls have gone, just as they don't know where they come from.

I don't know where it came from or where it is going.

All I know is that a meteor crossed the sky and left an indelible mark on my mind. It was about love and affection.

At that time, my mother was still young, not as old as she is now, with white hair.

I know my mother's pain. It was just the three of us with her that night.

In this world, except her mother and my grandmother, no one else can be closer to her than the three of us, and neither can my father.

We are her own flesh and blood, and we are an inseparable part of her.

That night, when the meteor crossed the sky, the four of us watched the meteor together and had a rest.

I looked at my mother. I was behind her. I only remember her back. In the late summer night, her back was blurred. I said to my mother's back, Mom, what are we doing picking wheat? Change money! What did you do with the money? What did you say?/Sorry? Mom, we save money. I have many plans ... I told my mother my plan. My mother was so happy because I had her in my heart and included her in my plan.

The wilderness at that time, in retrospect, is really indescribable.

There is a trunk ditch beside our field, and there are trees beside the ditch, which are not big. They are planted for dividing the field as a sign.

The trees shook in the cold wind at the end of summer, which made me relaxed and happy. I can't tell you how I felt at that time. Maybe it was the sense of security brought by Oedipus complex.

Just thinking about it now, I miss it very much and blame myself. I blame myself for not cherishing the time at that time, and I miss it now.

The meteor that night made everything romantic, so I remember it deeply.

It's late autumn in a blink of an eye, and it's busy in late autumn. When the corn is ripe, it is the corn stalk.

I remember the corn stalks hanging upside down in bundles in the field. When harvesting corn stalks, when bundles of corn were turned over, countless crickets jumped out from under the corn stalks, then jumped a few meters away and disappeared for a while.

My favorite game is kicking corn stalks. Groups of crickets will escape from under the corn stalks. It's fun.

In autumn night, the cornfield became a paradise for crickets. They sang tirelessly and got drunk all autumn.

The memory of childhood is fading away, but the meteor in summer night and the cricket in autumn remain in the memory forever.

It's winter now, and crickets don't sing any more. I can only listen in my dreams, and the charming cry, "Cricket ……" is endless.

That should be the sound of nature. Seeing that I was lonely, the angel sent the crickets down to heaven, let them come to earth, have a look at the winter scenery on the earth, and let out an ecstatic cry on this winter night, so that those who recall the past can hear the sound of the past.

It has been two weeks since I came to the beautiful city of Tai 'an.

I haven't left a word for two weeks, which is my habit.

So tonight, under the starry sky, I started writing.

Writing is a hard job. Even if you are Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea was written after a woman came into his life and inspired him.

Whether he is independent or not is unknown.

Late at night, it covered the earth like a huge wing.

I was very busy a few days ago, and everyone was busy visiting relatives, because the annual Mid-Autumn Festival came.

Mid-Autumn Festival is the rest of harvest and the end of hope.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the witness of China's 5,000-year civilization.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a good time to visit relatives and friends.

So everyone is busy, busy giving gifts and visiting.

Gifts are not only moon cakes, but also luxuries such as melatonin, which are usually beyond everyone's reach, and these are made up in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

However, the Mid-Autumn Festival has really come, but it is rare to put fruit in your yard to burn incense and pray for the moon.

The busyness before the Mid-Autumn Festival officially ended, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and then it was time to have a rest. Who cares about the moon and stars? I wonder if the moonlight in my hometown is good? The moonlight in Tai 'an is quite good.

A full moon sheds clear light, making the dying vegetation black and white, white under the light and black under the backlight.

The moon, like a girl shaking her oars, quietly crossed the Milky Way and reached the other side of the sky.

I admire the moon.

Even though there are few people who enjoy the moon in the world, it is still as bright as yesterday, just like a cantata with a thousand years.

"It's thirteen nights, and the moonlight is like jade.

This is not a miracle in Qiu Guang. See 15 or 16.

"Yes, the moon at the age of 15 or 16 is the brightest and roundest, round like a tracts, like a flying mirror.

That beautiful 13-night moonlight for more than a year made Yang Wanli's thoughts fly over the starry sky and saw more beautiful moonlight.

That moonlit night, under Yang Wanli's pen, won eternal life. ...

The composition of cicada singing in the second volume of grade four

In summer, our home is called Futian.

At this time, cicadas are at their peak.

As long as it is sunny in this season, the countryside is almost a world of cicadas.

The wind is blowing cicadas, the sun is baking cicadas, and the air is filled with the smell of cicadas ... cicadas are not monotonous, just like the songs of birds.

The most prominent one is cicada, which likes to lie on tall trees, or willow, poplar or paulownia trees.

The ancients painted cicadas mostly because they had the meaning of "singing cicadas with high willows" and also had a certain basis for life.

Its cry is loud and sonorous, and the sound of "e-e-e-" can be heard far away.

This kind of cicada has a big shell, high sensitivity and is not easy to be caught.

When I was in primary school, a fifth-grade Datong student could best grasp this embarrassment.

He put it in a matchbox, and when he knocked on it, he gave a series of loud cries.

Although it doesn't sound good in the tree, it still makes me envious and makes me give up a new exercise book.

I finally got it from him, but I didn't want to go home, but my old cat stared at me.

I took a beautiful matchbox when I was not paying attention, which made me sad for several days.

Cicada, which is slightly smaller than the body, makes a cry of "cicada, cicada".

This kind of cicada is not very tall and blunt, and it is easy to be caught.

I have read about this kind of cicada in many articles, most of which are aimed at boasting. People in China always don't like people to brag.

So when writing the article, you can't help asking it: "You keep saying that you know (know know), how much do you know?" There is a dwarf jujube tree behind my old house. I like to climb this tree.

So when I went to school for the summer vacation, I spent most of my time at home on this jujube tree.

Enjoy the cool.

Catch cicadas.

Pick green dates to eat.

A cicada that hisses at the end of a song. This kind of cicada is the most interesting. Listening to it sing is like listening to a rhythmic voice poem.

Sound is rhythmic, and sound is different from sound.

But I can't describe its sound with pictophonetic words in the dictionary.

I'm afraid only musical instruments can imitate its sound, which may be the reason why many people don't want to describe the cicada, because it is the most difficult to describe it accurately in language.

There is also a cicada that only sings before dusk. We call it late cicada.

This kind of cicada has the best singing and a strong sense of music.

Send a string of "going round and round ..." Wan Ru is a delicate and elegant flowing water, just like a wonderful piano sound.

Voice from low to high, from weak to strong.

If the reverberation lingers.

At that time, the green hills set each other off in the sunset, and the streams sang dusk.

The breeze gently brushed people's faces, and the shepherd boy went home frolicking.

This night's cicada singing is like a string of beautiful mobile phones. Who will you meet at dusk? In summer, cicadas seem to be in sync with the heat.

I don't know if you have noticed that in hot weather, cicadas will bark too much as long as the sun is too strong that day.

Strange to say, they seem to like this heat best. If cicadas suddenly disappear in such hot weather, you will feel even more sultry.

Only when cicadas are singing, no matter how hot the weather is, you will only feel hot, not bored. This may be why cicadas sing more happily when the climate is drier-this will keep people away from depression.

It's hot enough in itself, and if it's stuffy again, people can't stand it.

So whenever such a climate comes, nature will arrange for you to get rid of depression-cicada singing.

Cicada, the music of the earth.

Whenever they ring in a tall, tall, shady tree, it's like a tree singing in the sun, just like the sun and the wind singing.

600-word insect composition

Insect wings You may want to ask why some insects have wings and some don't. Let me tell you this wise old man! A long time ago, insects had no wings, and no one had any opinion. Everyone thinks this kind of life is good.

Suddenly, one day, a bee ran to the jade emperor and said, "Jade emperor, you are so unfair to the bee family!" " "The jade emperor was very surprised. The bee explained, "We went out to collect honey. Some flowers grow very tall, so we bees have to climb up. Sometimes we accidentally fall and break our bones, which may cost us our lives. How did we spend that day? " Hearing this, the Jade Emperor nodded and said, "That makes sense. Ok, I'll add a pair of wings to your bee family.

By the way, as long as you can't give bees, you have to add wings to other insects. Do you mind? The bee said happily, "Never mind, do magic!"! The Jade Emperor conjured a magic wand and added a pair of wings to bees and all insects in the world. Bees have wings, singing happily, flapping their wings and singing home.

From then on, bees no longer have to climb up and down to collect honey. The Jade Emperor was moved and proud that he had done a good deed.

But a few days later, a caterpillar angrily found the jade emperor and said discontentedly, "Jade emperor, you are so bad!" " "The jade emperor was surprised and said," What's the matter! The caterpillar said, "Have you asked us what the wings you put on us mean?" "The jade emperor asked strangely," is it bad to have wings? The caterpillar complained, "I have suffered a lot since you gave me wings." My wings are wet, so I have to dry them. They are dirty. I must wash them. Look at my little hands. How can I touch them? The Jade Emperor listened and said, "That makes sense.

"Just use a wand to make its wings disappear.

Later, the Jade Emperor specially held a meeting to let insects choose freely. Since then, some insects have wings, while others have no wings.

Tell me, isn't this interesting?

Insect composition 800 words,

I have never seen a firefly, but I just heard that it flashed before my eyes, sacred and beautiful.

There used to be fireflies.

I heard adults say that they used to release fireflies.

Fireflies have disappeared due to environmental pollution.

Hearing this reason, I was first surprised and then sad.

Alas, what a lovely elf! I have to feel sorry for this.

Every silent night, a magical picture flashes in my mind: a golden full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and there are patches of grass below, in which countless shining fireflies fly around.

What a quiet night! Once upon a time, I found that there were elves as lovely as fireflies in the school, but much bigger and brighter than the real fireflies.

Maybe God just can't bear to let the world look for the lifeless body body double.

When the tree is covered with leaves, fireflies will dance tirelessly with hope and joy, looming.

They are playing hide-and-seek like naughty children, and the leaves are like screens.

This scene is lovely, wonderful and unforgettable.

When fallen leaves return to their roots, it is also a sentimental season.

This firefly sends away the fallen leaves with attachment and reluctance, and welcomes the new leaves with expectation and hope.

Spend the long winter like this, but you won't be lifeless.

When the snow was falling, she couldn't help exulting; When the rain fell in Mao Mao, she couldn't help clapping; When the cold wind came, she couldn't help dancing.

In static and dynamic, she has different scenes.

This firefly is not a lamp wrapped around a tree or hung on it.

She won't pose any health threat to the tree. This is the lamp in the bedroom.

The lamp hangs in the room, but you can see her whole picture through the window.

Some lights emit yellow light, plating a layer of golden decoration on the tree; Some lights emit blue light, and the trees are as charming as jade; Some lamps are naughty and love beauty. She put on a bright red coat and the tree was set off by red again.

Different kinds of light will bring different colors to trees.

She is always free, free from the influence of seasons and weather.

She always tries her best to shine.

Maybe she didn't know it herself, and she didn't think that the workers in the dormitory colored it for the trees and the whole campus.

Ah! This wonderful firefly, silent and magical firefly.

Don't feel inferior because you are body double.

Because you are like a real firefly!

An essay composed of hundreds of insect sounds, no less than 400 words.

In the morning, a wonderful music woke me up in my sleep. Listen carefully, it turns out that cicada musicians are playing their beautiful music in the tree. Beautiful music broke this hot and dreary summer and brought some interest to summer. Although some people find it annoying, they call it "cicada, cicada" all day. But I don't think so, because it is the representative of summer, and only they can play. My eyes were attracted by a group of musicians, about a dozen of whom were scattered under two big trees-two clusters of wild shrubs and small purple fruits, which had been baked by the sun. Beetle musicians flapped their wings with rapt attention and flowed out like spiritual springs. At this time, I think their music is superior to all the music in the world, and only bugs can play it!

Qiu chong is singing 100 word composition.

Autumn is a sad season for worms who are full of longing for life.

The moonlight shines on the autumn insects lying flat on the ground.

Then it began to rain.

Washed away the bugs, and their last sad concert ended here. Its singing makes people easily moved by the scene and suddenly burst into tears.

The moon is big and round! Is that the perfect period for autumn insects? Oh! Yes, the sound of insects accompanies the smiling face of the moon.

When autumn insects leave this world, they also play beautiful songs from time to time to praise this beautiful world.

After a while, the voice of coccidia dragged over, and they sang the last life song of autumn insects.

Listen, listen to the sound of insects; We must cherish it. After listening, I'll listen to it next year.

Help me, listen to the composition of insects.

(600 words)

I'm only a freshman = = Let me try = = Night is the quietest time of the day.

So, at this time, I choose to go outdoors and listen to the sounds that I can't hear during the day.

Moonlight, like water, pours on this land.

Stars are like diamonds, dotted in the goose feather-like night sky.

A tactful bird broke the silence of the night.

Close your eyes and listen carefully. This cry is not inferior to the flute at all, but just as melodious.

The sound drifted through the Woods and spilled into the lake.

Only the nightingale can sing such a touching song! Those little guys who are particularly energetic at night really add a lot of fun to the night! Listen carefully again. In this euphemistic song, there are some obscure cries.

No instrument can play such a special sound! The naughty song "Ququ, Ququ" is not far away, but it originated from the grass a few meters away.

The songs are a little elegant, a little naughty, and some are praises to the night.

Listen carefully, this is the cricket's cry. Those dark little guys have really nice voices.

At night, it's still quiet here, but there are many songs of praise in the silence, as the so-called insects and birds sing!

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Listen to nature. This is a harmonious and touching symphony. Please listen attentively ...-Inscription: The forest in the morning is misty and full of fairy-tale mystery; The spirits active in the Woods are full of vitality in silence. When they looked up, they couldn't find the source of the sound. They are hidden in the clouds of nature, sometimes gentle and sometimes lively. What is this? I listened carefully, maybe it was their own forest! I walk in the forest, the ground is covered with thick fallen leaves, and there will be a slight rustling when I step on it.

A canary is flying over my head. I don't know if I woke her up or if her beautiful singing attracted me.

The mountain wind is blowing, and the sound of pines is so vigorous and broad.

Looking around, all over the mountains, occasionally dotted with farmhouse music, vaguely smelled a few dog barks, and suddenly crowed.

At this time, there was a sound of running water, that kind of clever voice, pulling me to pursue.

Passing through a bamboo forest, a stream appeared in front of us. This stream is neither wide nor deep.

Many pebbles are scattered among them, and occasionally some large ones are exposed to the water.

The stream rushes by, jumping, chasing and playing among the stones.

Then, they got together and sang cheerful songs and walked in the forest ... I followed the songs of the stream, pursued forward and pursued more melodies ... The stream finally merged into a lake-the first time I saw such a beautiful picture-the lake was full of smoke and the fish had already been cooked? Or is this the Yaochi in the sky? Cangshan, forest, sky ... mirror-like lake water contains them, and I am immersed in this beautiful picture ... "Burst ~" a loud noise, causing ripples in circles and washing away the mountains and trees in this painting ... Who is naughty? Looking up, it turned out that two little squirrels were playing in the tree by the lake. Their happiness infected the proud pine tree, which was trembling slightly! The pine cone on that branch fell, the sky gradually lit up, the morning mist began to disperse, and the birds were still very happy. At the same time, all kinds of sounds began to pervade the forest.

I just sat on a piece of bluestone, quietly intoxicated: the singing of larks, the rustling of ants climbing over dead leaves, the creaking of seeds when they germinate ... The symphony of nature is the singing of the soul in the depths of the forest ... Only when my thoughts flow like water, do I find that my heart will listen, and when I hear harmonious notes, my fingertips will tremble ... When I climb to the top of the mountain, the sun shines all over the earth and the mountains surrender.

Intoxicating forest symphonies are floating around with clouds: birds singing, streams spinning, insects singing, plants singing ... I step on the land under my feet and feel the vibrant pulse from nature, just like the melody floating in the golden hall.

It is so elegant and harmonious that we grow up in this harmony, just like the fragrance of the forest under our feet. ...

A composition about insect calls.

1. It is very important for cicada to climb up and down in the cave easily, because when it climbs into the sunshine outside, it must know what the climate is like outside.

So it will take weeks or even a month to make a solid wall suitable for it to climb up and down.

At the top of the tunnel, a layer of finger-thick soil was left to protect and resist the changes of the outside air until the last moment.

As long as there is some news of good weather, it will climb up and measure the climate with a thin cover at the top.

I remember once going to a silk factory, where I saw a nest of waist-dwelling bees.

It built its nest in the computer room and chose a place for itself above the big boiler on the ceiling.

It looks really eye-catching! It chose this place for itself. Throughout the year, no matter whether it is hot or cold, no matter the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the temperature displayed by the thermometer is always 120 degrees, except at night and those holidays.

Obviously, there is no heating in the boiler these days, so the temperature will definitely change.

This fact clearly tells us that this little animal is really demanding on temperature! Moreover, the location of home and he is also a guy who is good at choosing a location for himself.

3. Mantis But when the poor locust moved to the point where the mantis just touched it, the mantis immediately used its weapon mercilessly, hit the poor creature hard with its powerful "palm", and then pressed it hard with those two saws.

Therefore, no matter how doggedly the little prisoner resisted, it was of no help.

Next, the brutal demon ghost winner began to chew his booty.

Of course it will feel very proud.

In this way, treating the enemy like autumn leaves is mantis's unchanging creed.

Fireflies often use a reptile to climb to the top of the bottle-to make up for the lack of strength of their legs and feet. First, carefully observe the snail's movements, then make judgments and choices, and find a place to decouple.

Then, just a quick bite is enough to make the opponent unconscious.

It all happened in a flash.

So, without any delay, the firefly began to make its delicious meat porridge, in order to prepare it as food in a few days.

Of these six kinds of spiders, only two usually rest in the center of the web, namely the striped spider and the mercerized spider.

Even in the scorching sun, they will never easily leave the net and rest in the shade for a while.

As for other spiders, they don't appear during the day.

Their own way is to combine work and rest. There is a hidden place not far from their net, which is made of leaves and thread.

During the day, they hide in it, quietly, and let themselves be deeply lost in thought.

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