Maihai roaming record

There is a proverb in the countryside saying: "The frog is screaming, just planting early rice." No, I just woke up and prepared to go to the wheat field to see the scenery. The sound that made me irritate all night came out from the pond behind the house, lingering in my ear. . "呱呱呱" seems to let me take him with him. Oh, I am not! He eagerly called, and I was too lazy to care, and I thought with triumph: "This is the end of the noise that I am sleeping." Then I rushed out of my envy's cabin without looking back.

Green trees, green water, green seedlings, there seems to be only one color between the heavens and the earth, but how monotonous it does not appear. Because it represents the hope of life and represents the beginning of the vitality of nature. A breeze blew, and Miao Miao swayed her uncomfortable waist, and the water rippled in the water, picking up layers of waves.

I walked carefully on the field and strolled through the vast green sea. The passion in my heart was hard to say. Taking a deep breath, it is the breath of nature; the ears are listening, only the tranquility. Suddenly, a frog in the distance broke this quiet world. Then, a frog sounded from all directions, and the dead world came alive. I listened to this disorderly and seemingly implied performance. At this moment, I don't think the frog sound is so annoying, and I gradually like this unique music. With this sound, I am kneeling in this green ocean.

As time goes by, the wheat seedlings in Tanaka are gradually growing taller and stronger, and in the blink of an eye will be until May. I was lying on the side of the bed, and the bright moon was shy and hid in the clouds. The frog sounds constantly, I don’t know if it was the old friend of last year and returned to the former residence. The frog sounds are even louder at this time, and it seems to be calling me. Thinking of this, the corner of the mouth could not help but reveal a smile. I don't know why, but maybe it was the beautiful scene of last year, and it might be the familiar frog.

I slept, not like the last year because of the frog sounds, but the mind has changed. The frog sound is no longer annoying noise, it is like a pleasant lullaby.

The heart is silent, but the dream has recovered. Last year's beautiful scenery, beautiful music like a movie, replayed in my mind. This is probably what people often say: "Thinking at the day, dreaming at night"! However, this dream is a little more dreamy than the real one, and it is even more embarrassing, but it is more memorable and more memorable.

Third day: Zhang Zheng