What is the sentence describing the frog's cry?

The old man is really like a child, pumping water and burying the basin as a small pool. Frogs crow all night at dawn, just like when fishing with a square mouth. Mo Tao's pots and ponds are dying, and lotus roots have been planted for some time. From now on, it will rain. You must remember to listen to the rustling of leaves. The tile is clear from the water in the morning, and countless bugs are unknown. Suddenly it disappeared without a trace, and only the fish were waiting in line. The mud basin is shallow and small, and the frog learns at midnight. When you listen to the darkness, you are your partner, and you are too lazy to call your mother and father. Chi Guangtian was green, so she added a few bottles of water to the shore. Let's wait for the bright moon at night and see how many stars are swimming.

The grass is green and the pool is wide, and finally the peace of the pavilion is called. No one can get rid of fatigue, only the frog is not an official.

Suddenly, in the aquatic plants on the shore, there were several "wow" chirps, only to see a few small green shiny frogs jumping up and down, flashing in the air, plopping into the river, stirring up clusters of spray and rippling.

It is difficult to describe the frog's voice, especially at night. It is so comfortable and harmonious, just like a Bundhit in the mountains. The sentences described by people in "Frog croak" are all very poor. The most famous one is Xin Qiji's sentence: "In the fragrance of rice, it is said that the harvest is good and the frog croakes." This is the poor expression ability of human words, which can only be explained by a general image.

The frog with bad eyes seems to be blessed by God in hearing. On summer nights, mountain people have the habit of enjoying the cool. The family sat on the front steps of the house, with a big washbasin above their heads and the bright moon hanging in the sky. The fields were low in the sky, and the snoring of tired birds came from the tall trees in front of the house. Noisy frogs sound like soft waves rolling in from all directions to the old house, which was packed. The bells and drums rang with the mountains around the yard, shaking their feet as if the sound were instantaneous. Tired during the day, my heart is lifted up at this moment, as if everything is extremely comfortable, such as a worry-free country in a fairy tale world, and everything is immersed in its due imagination. Suddenly, the frog stopped suddenly. Dad raised his sleepy head from his knee and said, I'm full. Otherwise, it won't be long before you hear footsteps at the head of the house.