First, cicada singing poems in summer

1, cicada, the most enthusiastic singer in summer. Accompanied by the heat, it sang a hymn of midsummer with boiling joy. The hotter the weather, the louder the cicadas sing.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. Green locust, high willow, swallows, new cicadas, the wind first enters the string. Spring slipped away quietly, swallowed, and the piano began to play. Changfeng and the headland are still in the branches. Beside Houjia Avenue, cicada trees are green.

2, the old saying goes: cicadas begin to sing, and pinellia is born. When the solstice of summer arrives, cicadas can't help telling the world that summer is coming, summer is coming.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind. On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound. At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo. I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again. There is a new sound under the shade of green Sophora japonica, and the fog is thin and the wind is uneven. Sitting and cherishing the changes of the four seasons, cicadas sing Huai branches.

3, there will always be cicadas singing, leading the way, leading the sound, a sound of three folds, distinct, it will lead to a thousand voices contending, ten thousand sentences harmonious, golden voice like jade, endless.

The new cicada is noisy in a sunny afternoon, and the lingering sound is deep. Dewdrops are far away, and the wind blows several leaves together. Sounds like people, each living in a branch. Thousands of trees are singing cicadas across the bank, and there is a westerly wind in Leyuan Scenic Area. Forest broken mangosteen hidden wall cicada rotten pond grass

The summer of childhood begins with a cicada. Mottled tree shadows, soft smoke, crisp and euphemistic bird songs. Time always passes slowly. If you catch a cicada, you think you have caught it all summer.

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. I will listen to cicadas in June without sweeping the floor. The silk in the bamboo picks up the net car, and the green cicada basks alone.

5, cicada, a common image in ancient poetry. Because of its sad cry, it can be used to express sadness.

Cicada droops like a tassel on a hat, its tentacles suck the clear dew, and its voice spreads from the branches of the straight Shulang tree. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. Early cicadas hold sweet locust leaves alone and spend autumn in the setting sun noisily. I am also urged by any sound, and I am afraid to listen to my ears.

Second, the classification of cicadas

1, it only sings at dusk, which is what we often call the late cicada. This kind of cicada is called vocal music, which is very emotional. It makes a series of "Liu Di Liu ..." sounds, which are very nice.

2. There is also a cicada that is slightly smaller than the late cicada. It makes a cry like "cicada, cicada", which is what we often call cicada.

There is also the most prominent cicada, which has a loud voice. We can hear "e-e-e-e-e" in the distance.

We all know that cicadas are not monotonous, just like birds. There is a cymbal-like instrument in the cavity behind cicada wings, so it can make all kinds of sounds.