A heartwarming little story about cicadas, stories about animal cicadas

On a hot August day, the summer cicadas in the woods are lying on the trees, tirelessly shouting, "Die of heat, die of heat..."”

But there was one cicada, who had been climbing quietly on the tree, and the other cicadas had never heard him call.

He was always thinking, thinking about the meaning of what they were doing, and he felt that it was unfair that they had lived in the dirt for ten years, and finally landed and had only one more summer.

He tried to think, but he didn't notice that a net was quietly covering his body. When he reacted, he had been caught in the hands of a little boy.

The little boy found that he was different from the other cicadas that were desperately struggling after being caught, so he remained motionless, he slowly opened his palm, and the cicada was still lying there quietly.

Why don't you run away? ”

What's the point of running away? ”

Hmmm......I do not know. ”

You don't look like you're happy? The little boy asked.

You're right, because I don't think there's any meaning in my life, can you tell me what it means to live? ”

The little boy came to his grandmother's house in the countryside for the summer vacation, and in his eight years of life, he had never thought about it, he scratched the back of his head and thought hard for a while.

I don't know, don't think about unhappy things, or let's be friends, friends can make people forget unhappy things. ”

The cicada became good friends with the little boy, and every day after that, the little boy would come to see it in the woods, and they chatted happily, and the little boy told him many interesting things that happened in the city.

Summer is coming to an end, and the little boy is going back to the city to study, and he comes to say goodbye to the cicadas.

I'm leaving, see you next time, probably until next year. The little boy said.

I'm sorry that he will be reunited one day, and he may have to wait for the next life. ”

When is the next life? ”

It's a long, long time. ”

How long is it? ”

I don't know. ”

Oh, goodbye in the next life, bye-bye, Mr. Cicada. ”

The little boy waved his hand at the cicada and reincarnated out of the woods. He didn't know how long the next life would be, he thought, probably as long as several summers.

On a tree, cicadas and caterpillars are neighbors. Cicadas look down on caterpillars, caterpillars are ugly and ordinary, except for eating and sleeping. It is a cicada, tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black leather jacket, how handsome, and it can also sing, which shows that it has spiritual pursuits, and caterpillars cannot compare with it.

In the singer contest held by the insect world, the cicada won the first place in one fell swoop, which made the caterpillar even more ashamed of himself.

One day, the cicada was singing and was hungry by one'When the crow heard it, the crow followed the sound to find the cicada's habitat and pecked the cicada while it was unprepared.

Hearing the news that the cicada was mutilated by a crow, the caterpillar found an ordinary reason, and said to a seven-star ladybug that was still dreaming of stardom: "You should learn a lesson from the cicada and don't show yourself too much!" ”

On a tree, cicadas and caterpillars are neighbors. Cicadas look down on caterpillars, caterpillars are ugly and ordinary, except for eating and sleeping. It is a cicada, tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black leather jacket, how handsome, and it can also sing, which shows that it has spiritual pursuits, and the hairy insects cannot compare with it.

In the singer contest held by the insect world, the cicada won the first place in one fell swoop, which made the hooded caterpillar even more ashamed.

One day, while the cicada was singing, it was heard by a hungry crow, who followed the sound to find the cicada's habitat and pecked it before it was prepared.

Hearing the news that the cicada was killed by a crow, the caterpillar found an ordinary reason, and said to a seven-star ladybug that was still dreaming of selling stars: "You should learn from the cicada and don't show yourself too much!" ”

On a summer evening, we were walking in the community, and suddenly heard a few very loud cicadas, I thought that the cicadas should be next to the nearby trees, so I carefully checked the trees, and sure enough, the hard work paid off, I found a cicada with a green body.

I want to catch this cicada and take it home, but what if I don't have the tools? I pondered for a while, and stumbled upon the yogurt box in my hand. I tiptoed over with the box, and the sound of "popping" actually covered the cicada.

I picked up the box and covered it with my hand, expecting the cicada to hit my hand, but it didn't. I quietly pulled my hand open the slit, and it turned out to be stuck with the residual yogurt. When I got home, I hurriedly bathed him, put it in a big box, and gave him a few branches.

When I woke up the next morning, I immediately ran to look at my cicadas, only to find that the cicadas in the box looked sad, lying quietly on the branches and no longer chirping. I suddenly remembered how difficult cicadas are to live: in summer, the female cicada lays her eggs on the branches, and in the autumn the eggs become larvae and burrow into the ground, and the cicadas have to live underground for 4-5 years before they can come out of the soil and emerge into cicadas.

After becoming a cicada, it begins to use chirping to attract mates and complete the reproduction of offspring. After the mission, they both died and ended their lives, so it is said: cicadas can only live in the sun.

So, I made up my mind to put the cicada back into the tree in the neighborhood so that it could have a happy end to the season and complete its mission. Whenever I hear the sound of cicadas chirping outside, I think of the cicada that I caught and let go, and I think of this story of my relationship with the cicada.