"Why do they bark so hard?" I'll ask mom.
Mom said, "That's a compliment to life."
Mom's words made me curious about cicadas. So I went to the library and looked up the information of cicadas. It turns out that there are many kinds of cicadas. According to the length of their stay underground, there are one or two years, three or four years, six or seven years, eleven or thirteen years, and the longest is seventeen years. In summer, they emerge from the soil and fly to the treetops to start singing. When autumn comes, they will die. It turns out that their lives are only in summer, and they are constantly knowing and screaming desperately.
it was noon, and I walked out of the library, as if I had suddenly lost the world of cicadas. The cicada is singing louder than before. Under the shade of street trees, I followed the sound and found a cicada singing on a not-so-thick trunk. I approached it gently, only to see this little black thing, staring at two big eyes, six legs clutching the trunk tightly, and my stomach bulging and screaming hard. After a while, it seemed to see me, stopped crying and flew away with a sigh.
Looking at the cicada flying away, I thought to myself: Cicada can fly to the treetops after 17 years underground, and sing a voice. People's life has a growing period of 17 or 8 years. Can I fly to the treetops to sing a song like a cicada?
With this in mind, I hurried home and opened my summer homework book. Besides, I have to hurry. At this moment, the cicada singing outside the window is no longer so harsh. Mom's famous saying rang in my ear again: "What you should do now is the most important thing."