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Magical robin

Summer came unnoticed, and the summer brother came to our home with a green carpet.

By Kathleen R SikorskiPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Magical robin
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Magical robin

Summer came unnoticed, and the summer brother came to our home with a green carpet.

Today I had nothing to do, so I went out for a walk. Walking on this country road, I listened carefully, eh? There is a robin sound! I looked around to find the source of the robin's sound, and I found it in a big tree, perhaps because it had just shed its golden cicada! Next to a black cicada, there was a transparent cicada shell. Wow, it was unbelievably beautiful with a twinkle in the sunlight.

Perhaps it was the cry of the robin that attracted many small children. One of them, a slightly chubby boy, pointed at it with his tiny finger and said, "Hey, guys, look! That golden robin next to it is so beautiful, it looks like it was carved out of crystal!"

"Oh my God, look! There's a black robin just like it!" A very cute little girl said. At this point, I smiled and said to them, "Children, I tell you the golden robin next to it is only the black robin's skin that has just receded, it is not carved from any crystal or diamond!

"Hee hee, sister, so it is, I understand." A smaller little girl said to me. "Well, I understand too! So I was wrong about that." The chubby little boy said. "So goodbye sister, let's go home!" The oldest boy said. "Take care," I said to them with a playful smile. So they went back in a group.

The sun had set, and the clouds in the sky were fluffy, like big, big cotton candy. At this time, everywhere is filled with the sound of robins. They look like they are having a big party, and like they are singing in a competition, otherwise, how can they be so lively?

The sun was setting completely. There were fewer and fewer clouds in the sky, and gradually, the sky turned blue, and occasionally a few birds swept through the sky, like a blue handkerchief embroidered with a few gray butterflies. The sound of the robins became stronger and stronger, and there were robins everywhere on this path, intoning and undulating. The robin, how can it be so magical? How can it shed its skin? How does it turn black after it sheds its skin? And how can it sing? With a series of questions, I walked home. As soon as I got home, I asked my mom, "Mom, mom! Why does the cicada turn black after its skin fades?" Mom smiled and answered me, "Because the cicada has no pigment to resist ultraviolet rays after its skin has just faded, it turns black to protect its skin so it won't be afraid of being exposed to the sun!" "Then why does it keep on chirping?" I asked again with a face full of questions. "Cicada is a Hemiptera insect, China has 120 species, once the summer comes, he will stand in the trees Zhi Zhi ~ Zhi Zhi ~ endless screaming, the sound travels a long way. The cicada is an insect also known as the "robin". The male cicada has a generator in its abdomen that can continuously make a loud sound; the female cicada also has a generator in its abdomen, but cannot make a sound." Mom patiently explained to me, and after that, he also told me a lot of knowledge about cicadas. "Oh, I get it!" I was so enlightened that I smiled and went to eat.

The robin is so amazing. The mysteries in nature are so interesting.

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Kathleen R Sikorski

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