The cicada sheds its shell j and n ch á jīn chán tuō qiào
[Interpretation] The cicada is golden cicada; Shell: a hard outer skin. Cicadas shed their original shells when they become adults. Metaphor is to get away with a plan; So that the other party can't find it in time.
[out] Yuan Ma Zhiyuan's Ren Fengzi: "Scared me to death; How to beware of the knife in the smile; ..... God knows when I can get rid of the golden cicada. "
[orthographic] shell; It can't be pronounced "ké".
cicada; Can't write "Silkworm" or "Dun".
[near meaning] the plan to slow down the war is to hide the sky from the sea
[antonym] Catch turtles in a jar
[usage] It is used to describe the method of hiding people's eyes and ears; To divert others' attention; To escape. Generally used as predicate, object and attribute.
[structure] subject-predicate type.
[Example] Yang Liulang used the tactic of ~; To escape from the jaws of death.
[English translation] escape unnoticed 2. The sentence describing cicada in Insect Records
The cicada is loud and high. Throughout the ages, the singing of "knowing, knowing" has made poets with rich and delicate emotions write many beautiful and moving poems.
The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas at midnight. The cool night breeze seemed to spread to the distant cicada.
Vernacular translation: The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to bring cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if to say the harvest year.
This article is from the Entomology by Jean-Henri casimir Fabres
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Writing background:
Entomology or Insect Story, a long biological work written by Jean-Henri casimir Fabres, a French entomologist and writer, has ten volumes. The first volume was first published in 1879, and the whole book was first published in 197.
This work is an insect biology work summarizing the species, characteristics, habits and marriage habits of insects, recording the real life of insects, expressing the spirituality of insects in their struggle for survival, and also recording the motivation, life ambition, knowledge background and living conditions of Fabres's obsession with insect research.
The author combines the colorful life of insects with his own life feelings, and treats insects with humanity, revealing the author's respect and love for life between the lines.
Insect Tale is a book about insect life, involving more than 1 species of insects such as dung beetles, ants and sisyphus worms. And there are still millions of unknown insects still to be discovered and recognized by human beings. In the mid-19th century, after teaching in school, Fabres observed all kinds of insects in the fields with his children, named them and eulogized them.
Entomology is divided into ten volumes, each volume is divided into 17~25 chapters, each chapter describes the life of one or several insects in detail and deeply, and at the same time, it includes some biographical articles about experiences and memories. In this book, the author describes that small insects abide by natural rules and make unremitting efforts for survival and reproduction.
based on his life-long experience and achievements in insect research, the author observes insect nature with humanity and reflects social life with insect nature. He focuses on the external morphology and biological habits of insects he observed and studied, and truly records the instincts, habits, labor and death of several common insects.
About the author:
Jean Henri Casimir Fabre (1823-1915) was a French entomologist and writer. Known by the world as "Homer in the insect world" and "Virgil" in the insect world.
He painted more than 7 pictures of fungi in watercolors, which were deeply appreciated and loved by Provencal poet mistral. He also contributed to the bleaching and dyeing industry, and won three patents on alizarin. 3. An essay describing cicadas
Listen to cicadas
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are singing summer, ……" I have always liked this Taiwan Province campus song, and the faint sadness accompanied by soothing music always drifts away quietly in memory, bringing people back to that unforgettable childhood.
My home is in the north, where there are no banyan trees. Most of them are tall and stout tung trees, straight and stalwart poplars and swaying willows, but this does not prevent cicadas from praising summer. There is a big pond in the village, which is a spring pool. The water in the pool is warm in winter and cool in summer. In winter, there is a layer of steaming water mist suspended over the pond, where clothes are washed and the water is warm; In summer, however, the water is cold. People bathe and wash clothes here during the day and still come here to take a shower at night. On one side of the pond, there is a gloomy forest, which goes all the way to the foot of the slope. That is the home of cicadas and their singing arena.
but who will listen to cicadas when they are free? Adults are always busy, and children never have enough fun. Although people come and go by the pond every day, many children come to the Woods to catch cicadas and look for cicadas, but there is no interest in listening to songs. Cicadas had to make a noise in loneliness and sing the hymn of summer that had been prepared for a long time.
It was an early morning in the summer vacation. I don't know why my mother scolded me, so I stormed out of the house. The sun rises very early in summer, and it is already quite hot. After walking for a while, I am covered in sweat. I can't help coming to this dense forest, on the one hand, to avoid the heat, on the other hand, to repay my mother's scolding and make her anxious because she can't find me.
The trees are covered with shade, which gives people a cool and pleasant feeling when they walk in. Sitting in the grass, the mood gradually calms down, and then I noticed the cicada's song. This is the first time to listen to the cicada attentively. That beautiful melody is like a light dance, jumping among leaves with mottled sunshine; Like a poem about scenery, it is fresh and surprising; Like a distant flute, it turns melodiously, with lingering in the agitation, sometimes high and sometimes low. Sometimes it's like expressing lofty sentiments and ambitions, and the voice is so high that it's exciting. It's unbelievable that the grand voice comes from this little creature. Sometimes, like parents' loving exhortation, it is gentle, soft and cadence, with a thin ending, which makes people intoxicated; Sometimes I was listening, and suddenly there was no sound. While hesitating, it poured out like the water that opened the floodgate, which shocked people. That's parents' scolding, there is no room for change.
Just listening and thinking, I forgot all the unhappiness. I just felt that this forest was the only place in the vast space, and only the cicadas filled it in the ethereal heart. It's almost noon before you know it, and then listen to the cicadas, which has already changed. I don't know how many cicadas are gathered here, as if thousands of troops are killing, tragic and noisy; Such as the declaration of life, neither humble nor supercilious; Another example is the monstrous waves, throwing away happiness to the fullest. It's a pity that I don't have a wonderful pen to make flowers, I can't write the momentum of cicada chorus, and I can't express the intoxicating scene. I only know that it is fighting and screaming with all its life and strength: "cicada, cicada ..." In a word, like a row of waves rushing to the beach, like a gust of wind blowing across the wasteland. It just sang in good faith: focused on no one's watching, hoarse with ecstasy, open and unobtrusive, bravely moving people ... I was drunk, dizzy, and trance turned into a cicada, which melted into it and sang hard on that towering branch. I was entranced when my mother's long voice called me for lunch. I woke up from listening to cicadas and promised to run home. But the feeling of listening to cicada that time has left a deep imprint in my memory.
so I had an epiphany. Study hard, work selflessly, live calmly, face bravely and be sincere.
I've heard of cicadas when I grow up, but I can't get into that kind of cicada-listening realm, so what I hear is always a burst of noise and exaggeration, which makes people tired. But when I think about it carefully, I understand it. You think: four years of darkness dormant, only to get the pleasure in January sunshine, four years of digging, only to wear beautiful clothes, grow wings like gauze, only to bathe and sing in bright sunshine, what reason do we have to hate its songs and stop its happiness?
Sometimes, I think that cicada is a recluse who doesn't eat human fireworks. It sleeps in the wind and enjoys poverty, but it still keeps its happy nature. It still sings proudly on the branches, and its songs are not only for applause from others, but also for touching itself, so it still tries its best despite loneliness. As long as we listen attentively, we can feel every word of it, and every sentence comes from the abdomen, so sincere and sincere ...
Cicada is a symbol of summer, and summer without cicada is lack of vitality, and a city without cicada is monotonous. A soul without cicadas is lonely.
It's summer now. Every morning, before my heart is released from the tightly wrapped air-conditioned room, the cicada's song comes through the air, calling "cicada, cicada" and filling my eardrums, as if to announce its new understanding of life to me. I really want to take some time to listen to cicadas again ... 4. What are the poems describing cicadas
1. Frost Moon-the author Li Shangyin's Tang Dynasty
first heard that there were no cicadas, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, and she fights in the frost in the middle of the month.
No sooner had I heard the chirping of wild geese traveling to the south than the cicada chirping had disappeared. I climbed a 1-foot tall building, and as far as I could see, water and sky were connected. The goddess of frost and Chang 'e in the middle of the month are not afraid of the cold. They compete for beauty and beauty in the cold and frost, and compete for beauty and beauty in the cold and frost.
2. "What I See" —— The author of Yuan Mei Dynasty Qing Dynasty
The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox, and the song made Lin Yue sing.
I tried to catch cicadas, but suddenly I kept silent.
The shepherd boy rode on the back of the ox, and the loud song echoed in the forest. Suddenly, I wanted to catch cicadas singing in the tree, so I stopped singing and stood by the tree silently.
3. "a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di" —— A comparison of Wang Wei's translation in Tang Dynasty
the mountains are cold and blue now and and the autumn waters have run all day.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset sets over the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again, and sing a wild poem at Five Willows?.
Hanshan Mountain has become particularly gloomy, and the autumn water slowly flows to the distance day by day. My staff stood outside the door of the hut, listening to the singing of the cicada in the wind. The sun is about to set on the other side of the ferry, and the smoke from the village is drifting away. I met Pei Di, the Jieyu drunk again, and I was crazy in front of me just like Tao Qian.
4. Walking in the Garden in Early Autumn —— Author Yang Wanli Dynasty Song
The setting sun is the most heartless and affectionate, urging all the trees to sing at dusk.
it sounds like there's nowhere to find, but when you find it, it's silent.
The sunset seems heartless, but in fact it is the most affectionate. The cicadas on the trees in the garden are desperately singing loudly while the sun is setting for a short time, and the garden is full of cicadas.
The cicada's chirping seems to be around, but you can't find them, because when you find it, it seems to know that you are coming, and the chirping stops immediately.
5, "Linjiang Xian, the cicadas all set in the setting sun"-the author Mao Wenxi's Tang Dynasty
The cicadas all set in the setting sun, and the silver toad shadows hung in Xiaoxiang. Huangling Temple is surrounded by water.
Chushan mangrove, misty rain separates Gaotang.
the fishing lights on the shore are broken, and the white apples are far away from the fragrance. Linge drums and rhymes with Qing merchants.
Zhu xian is sad, and the clouds are blue and eternal.
The setting sun sent away the last cicada, the silver moon hung high on the Xiaoxiang River, and the river beside Huangling Temple rolled up with waves. Mangroves in Chushan were shrouded in misty rain, which cut off the dream under the stage of Gaotang.
The river shattered the lights of the fishing boats on the shore, and there was a thick fragrant wind floating in the distance. The sound of the waves seems to be that Xiang Fei is playing a plaintive song, and the sorrowful wailing of the scarlet stringed instrument swings in the blue sky and white clouds for a long time.