Beautiful sentences describing bugs

Fireflies lit the torch into dreams and took pains to visit children in all corners.

There are many fireflies in the bushes, as if some elves were holding a grand party there, carrying small lanterns.

Grasshoppers fly in the wild like shuttles, and their thin wings rustle in the wind.

Confused flies whirl and dance, humming like a big organ.

Spider webs are thick and woven like a milky white tissue.

Frogs howl together, just like the sound of a fire boiling.

Frogs cry like balls, like bubbles floating on the pond.

Insects in the grass are singing like rain.

Cicada in Yezhong Liu, from the intermittent voice of deep dreams, made a few short chirps, sticky and confused, like intoxicating gibberish.

Bees seem to be fiddling with the harp. They were humming among the trees.

That delicate and elegant butterfly, with a tail as long as a ribbon, is flying in the breeze. The dance is really beautiful and unique.

What a beautiful butterfly! The golden thread sparkles like a net. Those pale blue tentacles are as slender as two silks.

Frogs are covered with green skin and their white bellies are bulging. Two prominent eyes are like two glass balls.

That fruit has a big belly, long legs and teeth like pliers. Bright wings are like glass, and there are two long beards, one swinging.

Frog's voice, such as boiling, such as Teng, such as drums, such as horns, such as tides.

Under the setting sun, countless mayflies danced on the river.

Cicadas sing like a long flame, spinning and jumping with hot air.

Fireflies fly in groups in the night sky. Like a river of stars and a long string of lights.

Fireflies come in twos and threes. They went back and forth, high and low, as if some invisible spirit was flying around with green lanterns.

Fireflies flicker in the treetops, flickering like a sapphire hidden among leaves, magnificent and magical.

The fly stopped on the screen window and stretched out two front legs to rub slowly, as if preoccupied.

Flocks of butterflies gather and disperse, and their colorful wings are like beautiful silks and satins.

Some golden and silver moths, covered with furry fur coats, flew into the open window and flapped their wings around the lamp. Some flew into the depths of the house and sang softly like fiddling with loose strings.

The fly landed on the back of the chair, rubbed his hands leisurely, stretched out his arms to hold his head, and rubbed it hard. His head almost seemed to be separated from his body and exposed like a thin thread.

Ants are running in all directions, scrambling, spreading out and trampling very hard, just like watching a market from a height, the same group, the same crowd and the same peristalsis.

The bug has a beautiful transparent shell on its head, like a little girl wearing a thin cicada-like scarf.

A group of flying insects circled around the cedar tree crazily.

Butterfly's beautiful purple wings are covered with golden dots and fluff, and the light from its eyes makes it lifelike.

Countless butterflies gather on the ground, as if it were a colorful flower bed.

Butterflies are like flowers in full bloom in the sky.

Mosquitoes groan, like an old monk chanting scriptures, and like an old scholar reading ancient Chinese.