Summer has come, and the cicada is not called cicada at this time, but a cicada, which emerged from the underground house in the early morning after a rain. Bathed in the golden sunshine, it shook off the wet soil, climbed up the tall branches, took off its tan old clothes, put on an emerald skirt, tied two pigtails on its head, and rested quietly, waiting for its wings to become hard, just planning to fly high. At that time, flying from one tree to another, traveling freely in the shade, how relaxed and happy it was, cicada thought more than once.

In summer, there are always concerts in the grasslands, forests and even rivers. All kinds of insect musicians, bird singers show their voices. Therefore, the cicada suddenly thought that if she had a beautiful voice, she would be worthy of her exquisite and elegant clothes and exquisite figure. So she planned to find a teacher and study singing well. Oh, then you are a singer admired by many people. Cicada is lying under the leaves, dreaming like this more than once.

It found out that cricket is a famous singer, and it came to cricket's house under the earth wall on a cool evening. Cricket was glad to hear that cicada was going to learn to sing, so he took this apprentice. "Learning to sing is very hard, you have to be able to bear hardships," the cricket looked at the delicate cicada and said with concern. "The mole has no patience and can't eat bitterness. It only took a month to learn and ran away."

Cicada heard grandma say that the sound of the cricket is really bad, so she always shyly hides under the dirt and sings, saying, "I know, I know, don't worry, I will study hard and practice hard." However, in a few days, cicadas can't stand it. It thinks it's boring to go out early and go to bed late to learn to sing with crickets, and its throat hurts from fatigue. Just one morning, quietly flew away.

Cicada heard that the rooster is a tenor, so she went to worship the rooster to learn to sing for her teacher. The rooster accepted it and said, "It's hard to be a singer, but you can't rely on three minutes of enthusiasm." Cicada blushed and said, "I know, I know, teacher, I can bear hardships." However, a few days later, the cicada couldn't stand it anymore. It thinks it is more difficult to get up early to learn to sing with the rooster than to follow the cricket. Just one morning, I flew away quietly while it was cool.

cicada heard that frog is a singer on the lotus leaf, so she joined the frog's door to learn to sing. The frog said cheerfully, "OK, but if you want to sing well, you have to work much harder than others." Cicada blushed and said, "I know, I know." I made up my mind that I must learn to sing well. But after not studying for a few days, cicada can't stand it anymore. It can't stand the humid climate by the water, can't get used to the food in frog's house, and sings loudly all day long, making its voice hoarse. At dusk, cicada quietly left the frog's house.

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In this way, cicadas learn this today and that tomorrow, but they can't stand suffering, so the time is not long. Finally, insects and birds in the forest know the story of cicada learning to sing. No matter where cicada flies, everyone will laugh at it. Cicada is also shy to see everyone, so she can only hide in the thick shade all day, and sometimes she cries twice when she can't hold back, and what she sings turns out to be the voice of "Know-Know-Know-Know-". Cicada was so shy that she seemed to see everyone laughing at herself behind her back. At this time, a breeze blew, and when the branches shook, Cicada flew away in panic.

Since then, cicadas have lived in hiding in the Woods, singing hoarsely. Everyone simply calls it "cicada."