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Composition about Cicada 1 Most of us are very familiar with the singing of cicadas, because from summer to summer, there are cicadas everywhere in Changsha. But which one of you has read Lafont's fable? Let me say:

"All summer, cicadas do nothing but sing all day, while ants are busy storing food. When winter comes, the cicada is driven by hunger and has to run to its neighbor to borrow some food. As a result, he was treated with embarrassment. "

The proud ant asked, "Why don't you collect some food in summer?" Cicada replied, "I am too busy singing in summer." "

"Do you sing?" The ant replied rudely, "Well, you can dance now!" " "So?

It turned to ignore it.

Although this little story tells us a lot of truth, it is not true. Who would have thought there would be cicadas singing in winter?

Cicada-it waited 17 years, just to wait for a summer in which he could live. It was this summer that it came out of the soil and grew up as a larva. When the autumn wind blew, its life ended.

He can't wait for winter!

Sometimes, cicadas and ants do have some contacts, but it is just the opposite of what was said in the previous fable. Cicada doesn't feed on others. It never goes begging in front of ants. On the contrary, ants are driven by hunger and beg from singers.

In July, when our insects, thirsty and disappointed, ran around looking for drinks on withered flowers, cicadas were still very comfortable and did not feel pain. With its protruding mouth-a slender "straw", sharp as an awl, it gathers in the chest and pierces inexhaustible tree juice. It sits on the branch and sings all the time. As long as it drills through the smooth bark and there is a lot of juice in it, insert the straw into the hole of the bucket and it will be full.

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. Indeed, 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. Of course, if you want to devote yourself to music, then you have to shrink your internal organs to place musical instruments.

Cicada's life is to play music. It is so small but so loud that it echoes all summer. Although it only has more than 90 days to live, it never gives up. The process of life is like this: in order to continue life, we must live well. Whether it is 90 days or 90 years, just live well!

Oh! This is the meaning of life!

Composition about cicada 2 Summer nights are always unbearable, and there is a singer playing his own song from time to time in the tree. Although it sounds very disturbing, after learning about your life, I think your life is infinitely tragic and great.

When you were born, you stayed in that dark box. You may be with your siblings, or you may not wake up. Your nest has been occupied by other species. You struggled out of the shell, stretched out and climbed to the mouth of the cave. We admire your patience, but those two days were nothing. And the road to the ground is the real dangerous road. Your whole body leans against the trunk, carefully tries to walk down with your feet, just like a person climbing down, every step determines your life and death. It is really "a small step, too late to regret."

When you come to the ground, how small you look, you have embarked on a road full of hardships. From time to time, a strong wind blows, like a tornado sweeping you to a barren land. Sometimes a speeding carriage will pass by you and almost run over you. Sometimes you will walk into a barren and arid desert, where you will dry into a specimen and eventually blend in with the desert.

After you searched for a wetland, you dug your nest underground with your little hand, spent four lonely and boring years in that dark crypt, and imagined beautiful things like sunshine and dew outside in the crypt, all of which are waiting for you.

In the hot summer, you quickly stick your head out of your nest and enjoy putting on a beautiful world. You quickly climb to a flower and taste delicious dew, just like sweet juice. The sun shines on you, and a cool breeze blows from time to time, which makes you feel relaxed and happy. And you are determined to do a big thing-shell, you climb the trunk, grab the trunk with both hands and turn over like a gymnast. You grow beautiful wings and put on green and yellow skin. Then you enjoy a short and happy one-month holiday in summer, and you sing your own songs, which is a sign of love. You knew that you would lose your life and never see this beautiful and wonderful world, but you stood up in order to reproduce.

Living in the dark underground for four years and reveling in the sun for a month, this is the life of cicada. You have never said that you are unwilling, you have no regrets, you have been singing happily all your life, your life is full of ups and downs, and how much you love life. Cicada is a very tragic and great species. Life is noble and everything is spiritual.

Composition 3 about cicadas It was rainy at the end of summer this year. It changed the power and prestige of the scorching sun in the past, and it was a bit more melancholy and delicate. In the past, when the sea and sky were flourishing, people would complain about the ruthlessness of summer. Now, people remember its past "ugliness". Maybe summer was sentimental, but we never found it before and never wanted to find it.

Wake up in the morning, open the curtains with a hazy sleep, let the sun shine into the room and drive away the darkness. The beautiful scenery outside the window came into view. If everything is created by the creator, then Morning after a Summer Rain should be his most proud work. It has just rained, the air is humid, and the dew sticks tightly to the green leaves. The green leaves can't bear its gravity, but they can't bear to talk, swinging up and down with the dew. The dew could not bear to see the green leaves pretending to be strong, so it fell to the ground and was deeply integrated with the soil. The soil is fragrant because of the dew. On the muddy path, earthworms crawled out of the ground like bamboo shoots. They have been underground for too long, and the rain is calling them. They could have been freed from it, but they didn't forget their duties. They take this opportunity to loosen the soil so that people can sow. In a few years, vegetation will grow where they exist. Maybe it is a tall trunk, or a green grass, and colorful flowers, but no one will praise the achievements of earthworms. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds, which looks so magical and real, as if it is within reach and out of reach. White and green blend together, like ink painting. Most of the sun is covered by white fog, and the weather is cool. Birds swim and sing in the air.

I looked at all this, rubbed my eyes deeply, and wanted to turn on the computer next to me and play a music. At this moment, Weng Ming's voice came, just for an instant, but it felt like an old friend I hadn't seen for ten years met by chance, and the memories of the past were interdependent but added a little strangeness. Hearing this long-lost cicada, I want to shout. But the next moment, the cicada's song was drowned by the sudden rain. This feeling is like hearing the voice of an old friend in the crowd, so familiar and so real, but when I turn around, it's all people, and it doesn't exist anymore. Maybe this cicada will give up, maybe there will be dozens of cicadas chirping in its original position next summer, and nothing can hide it and let it dominate. Isn't this like our struggle at this time? The road of struggle is like a collapsed tunnel, and we must keep moving forward. If you stop, you will be pinned down by stones, and you will be relieved and sleep in the dark. And those who persist to the end will get eternal light.

On cicadas in summer, cicadas always sing "cicadas in the willow tree" for fear that others will not know that summer is coming. Cicada only has a soft spot for summer, and only in summer can it release the infinite charm of life. It seems to be the protagonist of summer. Numerous cicadas sing together, like a unique concert. Cicada only sings for Xia 'er all her life, and it deduces her unique style with a unique style. It always sings to accomplish its mission. Among the dense willows, cicadas always hide in the corner and sing silently. At this time, it is already very hot, the hot air keeps coming, and the listless willow leaves have faded, which does not affect its interest at all. It still enthusiastically blows the horn for the arrival of summer.

Knowing cicadas, I have saved enough energy to bring sweetness to summer. After a long underground wait in the dark, we finally ushered in a long-lost summer and a new light. I feel ugly at the thought of cicadas. Wearing a tan helmet, you may have been in the dark for too long, so it can't wait to get rid of the shackles of the body and become a veil-like wing, flying to the branches like an arrow, with a transparent body. Countless cicadas rang all summer. The deafening cicadas sang together and drowned everything.

It is the cicada's singing that makes the whole summer colorful. What is the meaning of summer if there is no cicada singing? Only in summer can cicada's life bloom perfectly. Why don't cicadas sing enough? The short summer always comes in such a hurry. It will try its best to sing the song of life clearly and loudly in the short summer. It will always sing so hard until the last moment of life. Until the autumn wind blew, the cicada's singing gradually disappeared, and the cicada finally completed its mission. At this time, the cicada lurks in the dark soil again, waiting for one day to break through the ground and become a cicada. Cicada is wonderful all over. This little cicada has been singing for summer all her life. It gave its limited life to the whole summer. Always willing to give everything until the end of my life. I suddenly found that cicada singing is so euphemistic and not annoying at all. Its singing sounds like a good lullaby, which makes the hot summer not sultry, but significant. In the short summer, cicada lived a wonderful life.

Cicada, the spirit on the earth, vividly plays the praises of life in the hot summer days. We listen attentively to the cicada's song and understand the meaning of life. It uses its life to make summer brilliant.

At noon, dad caught a cicada. I put him and walnuts in a jar and drilled several holes in the lid to make the air in the jar circulate.

Covered in brown and black, like a gentle gentleman, he stopped gracefully at the bottom of the tank. His eyes are even more radiant, as if he could see through all my worries at a glance. There are many regular patterns on those transparent wings, which really adds a lot of color to him.

I looked at him with joy. His front foot rests on the cylinder wall, but the cylinder is made of plastic and the cylinder wall is very smooth. The slightly bent foot that I just put on quickly slipped down. I saw him get up at once and put up his wings. Once, twice, three times ... Finally, he hooked a slightly protruding dirty thing, which made him feel that he had grabbed a lifeline, put his hind foot under it and tried to climb out. However, its front foot touched the lid of the jar and its rear foot slipped to the bottom of the jar. He turned over and fell on his back. At this time, he tried to flap his wings and had a "carp fight" with lightning speed. This process lasted only two or three seconds, but there was a knock when cicadas hit the wall. The momentum of hitting the wall is no less than that of mountain torrents.

When I went to see him again at night, I found that the smooth wings had already wrinkled, and even a few cicadas fell from the corner of my eye, which shows that he must have been tossing all afternoon. But his foot has been crawling and struggling, because he firmly believes that one day it will climb out of the jar. I feel a force of life beating in the bottle, so strong and so bright. Cicada's strong desire for survival shocked me. I can't help letting him go and let him find his own little world.

There are also many cicadas in life. In the street, people with broken hands and feet can often be seen begging. They may have lost their hands and legs because of illness, but they are still alive and strong, and their faces are often full of smiles. Some time ago he transplanted a pot of Chinese herbal medicine from his hometown, and he quickly adapted to the new environment. He actually took root and sprouted in a narrow sprite bottle, grew new branches and leaves, and opened pale yellow flowers. I think their roots must be deeply rooted in the soil, and they are constantly absorbing the nectar of life. ...

Yes, although life is short, we can make our limited life show infinite value. Animals and plants are so eager to survive, why don't we humans?

I like catching cicadas best. One day, I accidentally picked up some transparent and shiny shells. The uncles said that the insect cicada shed its shell. As night falls, insects and cicadas emerge from the soil, secretly climb to the trunk, take off old clothes and put on gorgeous new clothes.

What an amazing and interesting thing it is! I am determined to uncover the secret of the golden cicada.

That night, it rained in Mao Mao. After the rain cleared and the air was fresh, I ran to the vegetable garden. Persimmon trees in the vegetable garden are flourishing and appear greener in the sunset. My eyes searched up and down the trunk. Suddenly, I found a fat golden insect cicada climbing up along the persimmon tree. When it climbed to a branch, it grabbed a crack in the bark with its foot and stopped there. I crept up the tree and hid behind a branch, staring at the cicada, waiting for the moment when the cicada came out.

It's starting to shell! The cicada twitched back and forth a few times, and its back immediately cracked, exposing its back. The color of the armor on the back is also changing rapidly, first very light green, then dark green. Then, the head came out, and a pair of big, transparent and shiny eyes were as black and bright as two pepper seeds. Six feet came out and the whole body was moving slowly. The most interesting thing is that the cicada's tail emerges from its shell. Cicada's tail, not hatched, quivered and stretched out vigorously. Cicada lifted her upper body from the shell, leaned back, rushed forward quickly, grabbed the shell with her front foot and pulled hard, and the white and tender cicada tail came out. The whole movement is naturally coordinated. The molted cicada lay quietly on the cicada shell, and after a long time, it reluctantly left the cicada shell.

The newly hatched cicada, except for the protective armor on its back, is gray all over, with only a little folded wings. However, miraculous changes happened soon. Small and tender wings grow up gradually, and soon cover the body, dragging behind like two fans. Cicada's stomach is constantly shaking. Every time she vibrates, the color of her body changes from shallow to deep, and gradually becomes dark green and brown-black. There are neatly arranged and beautifully patterned stripes on the wings. Cicada's tentacles also show a series of gray halos.

What a strange and moving scene this is! I almost cried for joy.

I looked at the cicada carefully again. It is so colorful, just like a sculptor painting his works of art. The cicada shell left aside is transparent and shiny, shining with golden light. Cicada has been lying in the tree for a long time these days, recovering her strength and preparing to start her singing career.

Composition 7 On Cicada Every hot summer, we all have a new neighbor-Cicada.

For cicadas, people have many sayings throughout the ages: when you hear sadness, you will hear homesickness. The new cicada sings in Weishui, and its sound is like that of Xiongnu. "In Bai Juyi's works, cicadas are indelible homesickness." It's too late to have a long wait. "In Liu Yong's works, cicadas became the embodiment of sadness." The quieter the forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. "In Wang Ji's pen, cicada became a symbol of silence. In my opinion, cicada is a singer who regards music as his life and sings tirelessly in the morning and evening; Show people the existence of life and tell the happiness of life.

A fable goes like this: "In the cold winter, ants store food for the winter, cicadas beg for food from ants, and ants ask cicadas, what did you do in summer?" Cicada said that she sang in summer. After hearing this, the ant said to the cicada, since you sing in summer, you can go dancing in winter! Some people say that cicadas are beggars, but I don't think so.

Of course, my impression of cicada was not particularly good at first, but a character of cicada changed my view, that is, singing with my life, and I can pursue what I want regardless. Why do you say that? Because many people find the cicada's "singing" boring and annoying, they are not satisfied with its "singing". But this did not dispel its pursuit of music. It also loves life very much. From larva to mature individuals, it has experienced the process from underground to ground and from darkness to light, so it knows how to cherish life and how to give full play to its maximum value, so it should sing with life. A device similar to "castanet" is installed in the abdomen of cicada to increase the tone and loudness, from which we can also see the sacrifice made by cicada for singing. Castanets are so huge for tiny cicadas that there is no place to put other organs on them, so they can only be tightly compressed in a small corner of the body.

Cicada not only made great sacrifices for singing, but also insisted on "training" every day. Generally, a day's practice begins at around 8: 00 in the morning, and graceful music keeps lingering among the trees, as if a large symphony concert is being staged, sometimes loud and stirring, and sometimes low and tactfully. I didn't rest until about eight o'clock in the evening. Twelve hours of "training" every day, day after day. Known as the most diligent "musician" in the world.

One of the characteristics of cicada singing is devotion. When cicadas in singing in the trees are under trees, we talk, clap our hands and even knock on stones. It won't be distracted, it just sings. Some people call it "screaming deafness", but I think it is a sign of piety.

Some people say that cicadas sing to attract the opposite sex or relieve boredom, but I think cicadas sing for their dreams!

Composition about Cicada 8 In the hot summer, have you listened attentively to the cicada's voice? It doesn't sound like drums and short jumps, but it is long, high and persistent, hissing like an erhu. If the frog is a drummer of the summer village Symphony Orchestra, then the cicada is a stringed instrument. Imagine: the heat is unbearable, the branches are motionless, and even geese and ducks gather in the shade. How lonely it would be without the high-pitched performance of this stringed instrument player!

There is such an idiom, which is called "the golden cicada takes off its shell". Fortunately, I have seen such an experience.

On the trunk, I found a cicada. It is about four or five centimeters long and its mouth is like a needle. It only sticks out when sucking juice, and always clings to the abdomen when flying. Eyes bulging, but not as big as flies. There are three less sensitive eye points between the eyes. The supporting tubules are simply distributed on those thin wings.

Soon, I found another cicada in this tree. It didn't move, as if everything was still, and it didn't panic because of my arrival. I was surprised to find that it was covered with a thin brown shell. It, this little life, is changing!

At first, along the center line of the cicada's back, the cicada's shell cracked a tiny crack. Then, the cicada kept crawling inside, and its shell shook violently, just like a struggle before dying, which tightly pulled my heart into a ball. The crack became bigger with the shaking, and at this time, its turquoise back was exposed. It kept struggling and trembling. That crack is getting bigger and bigger.

In a short time, its black-patterned head first leaned out and stared at the world around it. It's still moving and never stops. How long will it take to get out! I can't help worrying. Gradually, one of its feet sticks out and puts it on the shell, slowly. Suddenly, the wings and tail squeezed out together. I saw it in no hurry, stepping on the newly faded shell, brushing its wings, stretching its calves, and then spreading its huge wings and flying to the distant sun.

Only the cicada shell, still warm, stayed on the tree and clung to the trunk tightly. I think: cicadas are very painful when they change, but they are also very happy. The end of old life again and again, doesn't it mean the arrival of new life?

I praise cicadas.

Composition about Cicada 9 "Cicada is crying in summer on the banyan tree by the pond ..." Whenever I hear this song "Childhood", I can't help thinking of this song in my mind.

I am a rural child, and I will go back with my brother as soon as I have a holiday. This summer vacation, as always, we returned to the countryside and played there for more than a month.

On this day, my brother and I sat at home watching TV. At this time, my brother's sigh caught my attention. "Elder brother, what's the matter with you? So listless? " I went up to ask him. The younger brother put his foot on the table, stretched himself and said, "How boring!" " "Suddenly, a cicada singing in the trees." Sister, why don't we catch cicadas? "My brother stood up and said to me. I nodded happily and followed him.

When I came to the tree, I was surprised: "This tree is so high and so difficult to climb! Brother, let's go back. " But my brother wouldn't listen. He held his head high and said, "Nothing, I can climb up!" " "Say that finish, my brother rolled up his sleeves and climbed up like a gecko. My brother was panting before he climbed 2 meters. I shouted, "Brother, come down if you really can't." He looked at me and said, "nothing, I have great strength!" " "My brother clung to the tree, and the bark was wrapped in limbs. My younger brother was cross-legged, panting and crawling step by step. Looking at my brother's gecko-like appearance, I really want to laugh "Brother, you have a short branch on your left foot. Step on it. " Hearing this, my brother bowed his head and stepped on the left. My brother took a deep breath and continued to climb. His left leg was wrapped around the trunk, his right leg moved upward, and his hands were stretched upward. My brother climbed a tree about 4 meters from the ground. There are many thick branches on the tree, so my brother stopped there.

My brother looked around for cicada. "Cheep, cheep, cheep-"Cicada was still calling, and my brother closed his eyes and listened carefully to the source of the sound. It seems a bit like a leader, "cheep, cheep-"Suddenly, I saw my brother suddenly grab another branch and grasp Zen. "Caught! Caught it! " My brother shouted excitedly, and I was happy. "Come down!" I said loudly. My brother nodded and slid down with the box in his arms. "Show me ..." I grabbed the cicada and began to play. In the shade, the laughter of a brother and sister resounded through the sky. ...

Childhood is like a painting, and colorful life is painted on it, including the beautiful and cheerful cicada catching picture.