Insects croak and frogs croak.

Bug croak frog croak beautiful sentence is as follows:

1, the sleepless night wind caused the cicada to sing. It turned into a thousand hands among trees, pushed the moon, lost the branches of the silver tray, and then fell to the ground with a loud noise.

2. I miss the frolicking with dung on my back and the days when I fished shrimp in the fields and rivers; Two people in the bamboo forest, hand in hand, silently take care of each other, only listening to cicadas and birds.

Miss the hot game, the female voice on the court is like a tide, and the male voice on the court is like a fly; I miss the lingering feeling of two people shoulder to shoulder, holding an oil-paper umbrella and singing youth songs in the drizzle. I still miss that intersection, that corner, that cold night like tonight.

3. There is a sunshine in my heart, watching a window of flowers grow gently. No matter what posture, a little joy can warm the coolness in my heart; Smell the smell of flowers and plants, fresh and elegant, and wash away the dust inside.

Cicadas sing insects and birds, the window is sunny, and the sound of nature is calm and peaceful. I didn't realize that the years are getting farther and farther, and I didn't realize that time waits for no one. I restrained all my sadness, stayed warmly in a beam of sunshine and smiled warmly and sweetly.

4, because of feelings, even if it is rainy, the sun is shining in the morning, and a string of cicadas are so beautiful; Because of feelings, the world is complicated and I can see through it. In everyone's body, there is a warm poet walking around, a wisp of wind in front of the window and a string of rain dripping under the eaves.

In summer, trees are shaded and birds are singing. In summer, the sun hangs high in the air like a fireball, selflessly sprinkling light and heat on the earth, and painting green leaves, green grass and colorful beautiful flowers into a beautiful landscape with Phnom Penh.

6. The temperature rises suddenly, the air is suffocating, the cement pavement is almost cracked, and the sun shines on it. Summer afternoon is melancholy and impetuous: half of the whole city is hiding in the shade, cicadas chirping from the lush leaves, like the constant noise on the radio.