As night falls, I can't stand the silence. I walk leisurely in the fields and listen to the beautiful sounds of summer. There is no noisy noise in the city at all, only the moving voice of nature!

Suddenly, sweet insects came from my ears and passed through the grass. It turns out that "Weaver Girl" is fascinated. This song is as natural as running water and as beautiful as ringing bells. I don't need to direct or use music, but sometimes I can sing solo and chorus, but it is so quiet, so peaceful and so detached from the world. I can't help admiring this happy and happy mood.

"In the fragrance of rice and flowers, you can hear frogs." Xin Qiji's words were recited in a low voice, and melodious frogs rang in your ears, one after another. Countless dark green local singers, beside the canal in the field, are shaking their long tongues, bulging their white bellies and singing heartily, shaking the surrounding with this loud and passionate song. This is a natural sound, no matter how wonderful a musician!

"Cicada, Cicada" At this moment, Cicada also let go of her voice, and her voice went from near to far, from far to far. Some songs flow in the stream, which sounds delicate and graceful; Some are filled with moonlight, holy and elegant; Some of them are elegant in the fragrance of mountain flowers, so fresh, so charming, far or near, high or low, solo or chorus, thick or thin, all of which are clear, clear, dense and interesting, and their realm is so quiet, pure and fascinating. The crisp and sweet cry of "Weaver Girl", the loud and passionate singing of frogs, the quiet and pure long whimper of cicadas and the sound of grass leaves in the breeze are tacitly intertwined to become the intoxicating sounds of summer. Listening to the pure, natural and indifferent voice of summer, I am carefree and integrated with eternal nature, and I don't want to leave for a long time.