After watching Insects and Fireflies?

There are many crickets singing in my garden at night. Each cluster of red rock roses has its own choir members; Each bunch of lavender also has its own band. Between the lush wild strawberry trees and the fragrant trees, it has become a singing place for crickets. The little creatures in this small world are asking each other questions and answering each other with their beautiful and cool voices. It can also be said that they are indifferent to other singers and just express their feelings.

High above my head, the swan constellation is spreading its huge cross in the milky way; Below, beside me, crickets are singing symphonies, one after another, cadencing. These little lives that sing their own happy voices make me forget the bright starry sky. The eyes in the sky blinked calmly and coldly, looking at us, but we knew nothing about them.