Essay on crickets 5, Essay on crickets

Let's get away from the hustle and bustle, listen, meditate. While the caught cicadas were still struggling, the show was still going on in the sycamore treetops, but the choir had changed. Now it's the turn of the artists of the night.

Those with sensitive ears can hear the grasshoppers whispering to themselves in the green foliage around the predator. It was like the sound of a pulley, very unobtrusive, and like the faint rustling of a dry and wrinkled film. In this hoarse and continuous bass, there is a very sharp and rapid, almost metallic crisp sound from time to time, which is the song and section of the grasshopper, and the rest is the backing song.

Although the bass of the singing voice has been strengthened, this ** will still be inconspicuous and very inconspicuous anyway. Although there are more than a dozen gnats singing in my ears, their voices are not strong, and the eardrums in my ears cannot all pick up this faint sound. However, while the sound of frogs and other insects fell silent for a while, the little song I could hear was very soft, perfect for the quiet atmosphere in the middle of the night.

If you play the piano a little louder, you are a better singer than the cicada. In our north, the people have let the cicadas usurp your reputation!

In the evening, my mother and I walked home and walked downstairs to see a bright light flashing in front of me. When I got closer to the light, it turned out to be an old man with a flashlight looking for something in the grass.

I asked curiously, "Grandpa, what are you looking for?" ”

Catch crickets. Grandpa replied with his head down.

Catch crickets. Do what? ”

Feed the birds. ”

Grandpa, I'll help you catch it. ”

Good. "I looked at my grandfather intently, and I saw him walk towards the grass where there was a sound, and kicked the grass back and forth with his foot, and then I noticed something jumping out of the grass. Grandpa held a flashlight in his left hand and shone it on the place where there was movement, and his right hand arched into a small hill shape, and he slammed it on it, and with his left hand he gently pinched the cricket out of the fingers of his right hand.

Caught! I couldn't help but scream. Grandpa pinched off the cricket's hind legs to prevent it from "escaping", then took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap open a small slit, stuffed the cricket in with his index finger, and quickly screwed the cap on.

I want to try it too. "Grandpa handed me the flashlight, and I followed my grandfather's example, first listening carefully to the cries of crickets around me, and then walked to the place where there was a sound, and kicked the grass back and forth with my foot, and sure enough, there was movement. A figure jumped out, and I hurriedly shone it with a flashlight.

It's a big cricket. "Grandpa, come and catch it! Come and catch it!

It's a big cricket. Grandpa walked over quickly and asked, "Where is it?"

Where is it? I shone a flashlight at it, and my grandfather hurriedly grabbed the big cricket and put it in a vial. That's it, I'm in charge of finding, grandpa is in charge of catching, and after a while, the vial is almost out of place, grandpa said:

Tomorrow, my little bird needs a good meal! ”

It's time to go home. Mom shouted. I reluctantly said goodbye to my grandfather. However, I was happy because I learned to catch crickets.

Shanguo Jiangcun is cool after the rain, and the west wind blows the cold bean flowers.

There are few pedestrians on the sparse grass pathCricketsIt's sunset.

CricketsIn the hall, the years are not enough. I am not happy today, the sun and the moon are gone. There is no great health, and the job is homeless. There is no waste of happiness, and the good man Qu Qu.

CricketsIn the hall, the years passed away. I'm not happy today, the sun and the moon are moving forward. There is no great health, and there is no need to think about it. There is no waste of happiness, and good people are trampling.

CricketsIn the hall, the service car rests. I am not happy today, the sun and the moon are sad. There is no great health, and the job is worried. There is no famine, and the good man rests.