Everyone is familiar with an idiom called "cicada sheds its shell". Once I was very lucky to see cicadas molting.
On a cool summer morning, I came to the Peninsula Park to play. Suddenly I heard the chirping of cicadas, followed the chirping, and finally found a chirping cicada in a big tree. It screamed with joy, as if to say, "Know, know, know-I want to enjoy this wonderful time." Coincidentally, 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 watched quietly and got an unexpected surprise: this little life is molting!
At first, the center line of its back cracked a tiny crack. Then, the cicada kept crawling inside, and its shell shook violently, just like a struggle before dying. I'm too nervous to look straight in the eye for fear that it won't succeed. Then the crack became bigger and bigger, and suddenly the cicada's green back was exposed. It is still struggling and trembling. ...
In a short time, its black head emerged from the old shell for the first time. It opened its eyes and looked at the world around it, but it was still moving and never stopped. I was thinking, "How long will it take to come out of the shell completely?" I'm starting to worry. After a while, one of its feet came out and put it on the shell. Slowly, the wings and tail also stretched out.
I saw it in no hurry, brushing its wings, stretching its calves, and then spreading its huge wings to fly to the sky, flying to its beautiful and short life.
Only the cicada shell is left on the tree, and the empty cicada shell has been holding on to the trunk. I think: the transformation of cicada is very painful, but it can spread its wings and fly, see a wider world and enjoy a better life. Doesn't it mean the arrival of new life?
You stand at the mouth of the cave and look at this strange world curiously. The sun shines obliquely, and through the cracks in the leaves, it sprinkles a few golden rays of sunshine on you. Early in the morning, the dew of last night has not dissipated, one drop, two drops, dripping on the leaves, you touch with your hands, it is cold, it is so comfortable, you sigh.
Climbing out of the ground and being reborn, you are very excited, as if the past four years of suffering in the ground were nothing at all. Have you forgotten? No, you didn't. You won't forget. In those four years, you stayed underground, under the thick soil layer, and you didn't give up waiting and your lifelong dream of getting out of the ground and breaking out of the cocoon. No one will think, and no one wants to think, how miserable and lonely you are under the soil. These four years have honed your will and created your great character. But what about the facts? They only see the joy of your breakthrough, but they can't see the efforts behind you. But you don't care. All you want is to do what you should do and take your responsibility. That's enough.
Every time, you wake up the whole summer with cicadas. This is the male cicada attracting the opposite sex, which is what every male cicada has to do in summer. You hide in the dense branches of a big tree, and you keep making the unique sound of summer. You really attracted a female cicada to accompany you, and you soon became lovers and reproduced together. Soon she laid eggs. You put them on the lush branches. This is your first time to lay eggs. Gradually, more and more eggs were laid until eight were laid. You look at each other and know that you will leave this wonderful world soon, but you know that you have died without regret. You have experienced all the good life in the world, and you have your own children. There is nothing to regret. So, next to a bush, you and your partner stopped here, and you looked at the world with nostalgia for the last time and breathed the fresh air greedily for the last time. You closed your eyes calmly. Living in the dark underground for four years and reveling in the sun for a month is a cicada's life.
"I listen to cicadas in the evening breeze", you are the greatness and tragic of "the golden wind does not move cicadas, but secretly sends impermanence to death". Life is noble and everything is spiritual.
Composition 3: Cicada is dark and has brown eyes. Wake up, a fresh life is beating. From static to dynamic, from scratch. Transparent body was pointed at the front and rounded at the back, and suddenly appeared the consciousness of leaving. Leave, leave your parents' world. Stop-and-go, a walk is four years, always meet the end, and leave in turn.
Bright, now away from parents, bright moon and cool breeze, this is a brave new world. Move, stop, and it will fall into the soil; Stretching is a reward for the brave. Knowing that it is four years of darkness; Knowing that falling is a narrow escape. So, there is no hesitation. So, when enjoying, relax; When making a choice, give up and relax.
Four years of darkness, unknown. Spent a very long life, suffering in the dark underground for four years, just for a breakthrough, in order to revel in the sun for a month. Break through, fade away, no longer ugly; Brave, tenacious, wings shaking. In its heyday, singing aloud is no longer bound. Summer is for the brave, and summer is for the brave.
You who sing all day can always attract her who is also dressed in exquisite clothes. She is not noisy, dignified and elegant. Just like your mother, give birth to your offspring, no matter who bothers you or not. Mingming just escaped from the darkness and saw a colorful world. However, I will say goodbye, and I will say "goodbye" for a few small eggs in this belly.
For example, I was lucky enough to escape the insects. I stubbornly refused to hide in the eggs left by my parents. I spent most of my life in the dark for four years. I was surprised to jump into the warm sunshine at the end of that summer and spring. When you wore exquisite clothes, you attracted her with songs. Just before saying goodbye, those two pairs of brown eyes looked at each other ... no regrets in life, no conscience.
All beings are equal, not poor, but relatively weak; There is no noble life, only noble character. Cicada is a bug, maybe weak, maybe life is hard, but he is not poor. He achieved summer, luxury and peace, and achieved a great life of singing after suffering.
Composition 4 describes cicadas' earliest understanding of cicadas as an article in an extracurricular book. The title has long been forgotten, but I vaguely remember a sentence: "Cicada has been buried underground for 17 years, only for one summer." Some people say that cicadas are only buried underground for three years. No matter 3 years or 17 years, it only spent one summer in the tree. From the golden cicada to the scattered autumn wind, it only belongs to a short 90 days, but it explains the wonderful and bitter of a season with life.
Cicada's life is long and short, and the darkness underground makes him yearn for sunshine. Years of underground preparation bloomed at the moment when cicadas climbed out of the soil. But cicadas are ugly after all, with black bodies and short feet, curled up on both sides and no luster. But cicada has a dream of becoming a generation of singers. At this moment, he also understood that under the surface light, countless crises and disasters lurk. He needs to change, as everyone who knows when he was young knows. Only by never giving up will they not be eliminated by nature.
The middle-aged cicada has been through many battles. He boasted that he understood natural competition and gave up any hope of becoming a singer. He just wants to make a living, which makes him very depressed. He also became self-deluded, thinking that no insect can be a singer. He also lost the blood that dared to fight natural enemies when he was young. Now he just wants to live, not to live.
Experienced ups and downs, the old cicada looks older and more helpless. It was the end of summer, and everything seemed beautiful and quiet. Only cicadas are sadly singing disturbing sparse songs in the trees. He wondered how many descendants he could continue to sing this unpleasant song, whether he could escape the attack of mantis again, and whether he could resist the roaring storm. He lives in a tree and will never spread his wings and sing loudly again.
The autumn wind is bleak, and cicadas know that their life is coming to an end. In a trance, he regretted that he didn't work hard and didn't soar in the blue sky again. He wanted to spread his wings, but time stole his body and soul. He fell from the branch and his eyes were full of disappointment-he was dead. A group of ants moved the cicada politely, as if it were silent ridicule.
Cicada's life is tragic and ordinary.
The composition 5 describing cicada is "cicada ~ cicada ~". In summer, people often hear cicadas singing. Some people may feel bored, but you know, it's not easy for them to climb the treetops and sing loudly.
In the depths of Dajian Mountain, I found a cicada shelling and witnessed the whole process of its shelling.
That is a beige cicada larva. They are all dirty and dusty, and I don't know where it is so messy. Later, my mother told me that cicada larvae have to eat the juice of underground roots and save energy for several years before they can produce silt and shell the trees.
I held my breath for a while and saw a crack in the back of the shell, revealing the cicada back inside-it turned out to be as beautiful as jade! Immediately, it arched its back hard and pulled the seam wider and wider ... Ah, it worked, and the upper body came out.
After a while, it made an amazing move. It holds the shell with its two front paws and pulls its tail out hard! No, because the action range was too large, its body made a short handstand in the air!
Next, it began to hang its wings. It lay motionless on the shell, just like a Yu Pei. After a while, its small curly wings spread a little, but it was still very fragile. 10 minutes later, its wings are straight and the lines on its wings are faintly visible. Ten minutes passed, and its wings were completely dry and crystal clear, like a long gauze skirt.
With a swish, the cicada spread its wings against the morning light and flew away, farther and farther away. ...
Cicada's shell, after the wind and rain, is still firmly on the trunk. If you want to take it down, you must use some strength. It can be seen that the strength of cicada grasping the trunk can also show that cicada needs to make more efforts to spread its wings and fly successfully! No wonder it has to store energy underground for so many years!
Life is tenacious, even if it is a cicada. We can't waste our lives in vain. The creator gave us sound limbs, which enabled us to grow into a human being. We should cherish it!
After all, we should know the world and ourselves in our own way.
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Let's catch cicadas, in the sultry summer, in the long high voice.
Eyes full of jade, ears cicada. Looking up, I can only see the branches shining in the wind dotted with vision, and there is no trace of cicada.
Looking carefully among the branches, I found cicada clothes. Cicada is the shell left by cicada after shedding its skin. In fact, cicada is a very strange insect. It is so small, unobtrusive, dark and unpopular. It just tries to live and shine its life. The molted skin is delicate and complete, and every structure of cicada is thoroughly analyzed. Only in this way can we truly discover its beauty.
The "cicada coat" is tightly attached to the trunk, and it takes a lot of effort to tear it off intact. Even if it endures more pain, it doesn't want to break out of its shell. This is another kind of persistence. It is not the same as a silkworm snake, nor is it like a moth in a cocoon. It can get away smoothly by biting a hole, and it is nothing like a snake shedding its skin. The snake has no feet, but the cicada has six feet, and the hair is attached to the thorn. Coupled with the round head, protruding eyes and thin wings, it is easy and harmless! No wonder there is a saying that "the golden cicada will shell".
I finally found a cicada and attached it to the trunk, but it ignored us who were shouting and excited under the tree. It flew gracefully in the air, brushed the water gently, and suddenly flew very high, condescending to stay away from the stunned us. We are amazed at how high the cicada can fly, and even more surprised at its leisure and charm.
I know that cicadas need more than ten years of stinging to fly high. It has been waiting underground for more than ten years, just to wait for a summer. When the autumn wind blows, its life is over.
So it should live well and shine for a summer, which is the meaning of cicada's life.
"Hang Yi drink clear dew, flow ring out sparse tung. It's not the autumn wind that makes you afraid to speak loudly. " In fact, many times, in the face of difficulties or embarrassment, we should know how to crouch like cicadas, but we should also have the same high confidence and enthusiasm. We believe that we have the confidence to overlook and help the world, and that we will not be afraid. We will finally have a bright summer.
One day in the summer vacation, a cicada with a broken leg fell outside the window. I dare not look at it carefully, but I feel a little scared when I look at it from a distance. Mother looked at it carefully several times, otherwise I didn't know the cicada had broken its leg. It fell out of the window at about night. When I was sleeping, I vaguely heard cicadas singing outside the door. One voice after another inexplicably brings a hint of summer to the air-conditioned room.
Silent for a day. When I came back from dinner at night, I heard cicadas singing from the iron gate.
Scream again. I didn't care much, so I went into my room to read. Outside the door is still cicada singing, penetrating the door panel and lingering in my ear. I cried for a while, then paused, and then cried even louder. I didn't respond, but I still concentrated on reading.
A few hours later, I finally finished reading this book in my hand and came out to look for water to drink. When I walked into the living room, I suddenly found that the cicada that had been singing for a long time stopped again. Not used to it for a short time, I went to open the refrigerator to get water myself, and said smoothly, it doesn't bark. I don't know who it is addressed to.
The night passed. In the morning after that, I got up the courage and walked a few meters away from the window, just in time I could vaguely see a black thing lying on the railing outside the window. I was a little scared and turned away again. In the next few days, cicadas called off and on several times. Every time the voice is the same, it is full of gas. I can't help thinking back to the days before the library moved. The old library is located next to the square. Walking on the road, I heard cicadas singing in unison in the trees, which made the sultry air more depressed. I can't wait to plunge into the library.
In this way, a few days passed without incident. One day, I suddenly found that cicadas stopped chirping. It has been lying outside the window for so many days, and it is estimated that it can't move. It may be dead. I had a strange feeling in my heart, but it was not particularly strong, and I soon forgot the question. A few days later, I approached the window carefully and found that the cicada seemed to have disappeared.
The injured cicada quietly fell out of the window and disappeared quietly. I can't understand a cicada with a broken leg. Maybe it is a cry for help, or it may just be a helpless cry. I'm not sure if it was praying for me, but I can't help thinking so.
Fan Yu Hai Experimental Middle School Campus of Ruian City, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province, Grade Three:
One morning in the summer vacation, I was awakened by a cicada in a daze. "Hey, why is this cicada so loud?" I turned around and found a cicada attracted by several pots of flowers on the window sill of my bedroom. He lay on the flower branch to have a rest.
I have never observed cicadas carefully. First of all, I think this kind of bug climbs too high to be observed, although it can often be seen in trees in summer. Second, cicadas are afraid of others. As soon as they got close, they flew away. There is an opportunity today, why not take a closer look? I held my breath and approached the window carefully, because it didn't seem to see me through the screen window, singing like no one was watching.
The cicada's six slender and powerful legs clung to the stem of the flower. Two eyes are on both sides of the head. Its whole body is black, just like wearing a black armor, only its two big wings are as bright as those of dragonflies, like two pieces of tulle. I looked at it carefully several times from top to bottom, but I couldn't find its mouth. At this time, my father came in, so I discussed it with my father. My father told me that the cicada's mouth is like a straw, which is inserted into the trunk and sucks sap from the tree to fill its stomach. When not sucking juice, it will stick its "straw" on its chest, which is not easy to find. Just then, I saw it plunge the straw into the flower stem.
Cicada's cry is also quite loud. I looked at it carefully and found that it didn't sound with its wings or mouth as I usually thought. Instead, it contracts the abdomen and vibrates the vocal membrane like two small mirrors to make a loud sound. At this time, the cicada in the nearby tree also cried. Your name is cicada, my name is cicada, and I echo it several times. The distant pitch is low and the near pitch is high. In this way, cicada began a concert. There are choruses, solos and high-pitched duets, as if conducting everything. In front of my eyes, it seems that a neat and orderly band is singing beautiful music.
A little cicada can sing such wonderful music. This makes me feel that every animal and insect has its own unique skills. Although cicadas can't brew sweet honey for human beings like bees, nor can they catch pests like frogs, their clothes and so on have extremely high medicinal value and are making contributions to human beings in another way.