The sky is a rosy cloud, which is the last ray of light before the sun goes down. It has dyed the sky red and whitewashed Yuan Ye. Those green plants that have been basked in the sun all day are stretched by the children, straightened up and refreshed. The birds in the tree are chirping and jumping happily. You chase me and I chase you, flying from one tree top to another. The big black shell, which had been hiding in the cool kennel, stopped sticking out its tongue and lowered its head. It stood in the yard, watching the ducks and geese returning late, one by one, marching neatly to the trough. Chickens are naughty. They never line up. I tried to break free from the chains and teach those disobedient chicks a lesson. When the chickens saw its fierce appearance, they were scared to get into the middle of ducks and geese, and their claws kept scratching, causing food in the trough to splash everywhere.
The weather is getting colder.
Suddenly, hearing the sound of "wandering" gongs and drums in the distance, these lovely little animals hurried back to their nests to rest. That voice is the call of rural men and women who dance yangko and do aerobics in the middle of the village. Whenever gongs and drums ring, people gather from all directions, consciously line up and dance rhythmically with beautiful music under the leadership of the team leader. Old people sit on the rocks by the roadside in groups of three or five or roll up dry cigarettes or pull out a "foreign cigarette". Coils of smoke spit out from bearded mouths and curl up, and children keep running, jumping and playing around adults. After more than an hour of noise, people gradually dispersed and the countryside suddenly became quiet.
Standing in the yard, constantly shaking the small fan in your hand, looking at the green of the tree and hiding from the shade, comfortable! Listening to the jointing sound of corn life, "Ga Bang, Ga Bang" is soft and crisp, like a note; Listen to the voice of cricket, like a guzheng, crisp and penetrating. This is the sound of waving to me on a summer night in the country.
Frogs are naturally the main theme of summer nights. No matter where you are, the croak of frogs will always be the protagonist of summer nights. "Gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung. In the rice fields, by the pond, the whole village was submerged in the frog-chirping Wang Yang. Occasionally, I can hear the chirping of birds in the tree, which is the sound of putting children to sleep.
These sounds are refreshing sounds in silence, refreshing sounds in silence. Crisp but not greasy, clear but not greasy. These beautiful voices constitute a natural sonata, conveying tenderness and tenderness in the endless night, filling my heart with freedom and tranquility and scattering my thoughts into the boundless night sky.
I like walking along the ridge. Let the dew on the leaves soak my half, gently pick up a few drops of crystal pearls and caress my cheek. It's cool. What comes to my face is the fresh breath of the field. With a chirp, the big bird that had never seen before clearly flew from the ridge, spread its wings and flew away. I don't know whether I disturbed it or it scared me, and my heart jumped with it. The night is strangely quiet, the stars in the sky are shining silently, and the voices in the ear are "Didi", "Haw" and "Virtue", which are finely divided and can't tell which kind of animal is the insect sound. All kinds of sounds make up a seemingly chaotic but well-paced symphony, which leisurely interprets the melody of summer night.
On a summer night in the country, there is too much distance to see clearly. The trees are dim and patchwork, like a veiled dream; There are too many inaudible voices, birds are turning over, flowers are blooming, plants are growing ... The earth in the night is a natural stage, which releases the wonderful life to the fullest and is always full of mystery and yearning.