"Quack-Quack-Quack-Quack-"

The night sky in late spring and early summer is as clear as a wash, emitting a faint glow. The silence of the night sky was broken by the croaking of frogs, and on the stage of the community pond, the frogs began their concert again.

The sound of frogs chirping one after another, resounding in the night sky. From the frog's vocal sac, there were bursts of strange sounds. Invisible sound waves passed through the willow branches swaying in the evening breeze by the pond, swept through the humid air after the rain, crashed against the thick walls of residential buildings, and finally slowly annihilated, dissipating into the boundless darkness.

In the pond, sometimes a group of frogs chirped and sang; Sometimes a frog sings solo, crisp and loud; From time to time, several frogs lead the singing, and a group of frogs sing. The croaking of frogs is sometimes agitated and high-spirited, like the rumbling of a war drum that inspires people to forge ahead; Sometimes dull and sad, like a helpless and sad love song fluttering and reverberating; Sometimes crisp and bright, like innocent nursery rhymes lingering in the ears. Frogs never seem to get tired and never feel monotonous.

It's strange that their tiny bodies can make such loud sounds!

Sometimes, they sing like a chorus of uniform, orderly and majestic. However, after a while, as if the conductor's baton had drawn a perfect break in the air, the performance came to an abrupt halt, and the orchestra immediately stopped singing. Then the crowd rang out, and there was a silent silence. But it wasn't long before they regrouped and played the next song, unbridled with their loud voices. However, this time it is no longer a chorus, but a different style, like rock and roll, which is casual and natural, elegant, unorganized, and free-spirited. The sound swept through the night sky like a whirlwind, rampaging through the air, spreading in all directions, and even the air seemed to tremble and hum. Add to that the dazzling, eerie stage lighting, the eccentric, obsessive fans, and the deafening, resounding cheers and cheers of the massive rock band to tour the world.

On this sunny night after the rain, on this vast water stage, the male frogs sang loudly and sang with emotion. They unleash their innate musical talents, show their magnetic and charismatic singing voices, release their long-accumulated power, are full of fiery passion, and surging the energy contained in every cell in their body. That's all the vitality that a male frog can show, and that's all the youth and vitality that a male frog can burn.

What they sing is the lingering sorrow, or the old vows and alliances, or the unswerving loyalty to death?

The male frogs sing their love for the female frogs, the perception of youth, and the praise of life with their loud voices. They use their singing voices to express their love for the female frog, just as a handsome young man pours out his heart to a beautiful girl he has loved for a long time.

"In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs." During this somewhat tiresome rainy season, it is a pleasure to listen to the croaking of frogs. In this modern metropolis, what a blessing to be able to hear the sound of frogs on a quiet night! It's a pity that most people don't have such an opportunity anymore, and even if they do, they won't calm down and listen.

"The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. "With the sound of frogs, I seem to hear the whispers of the lyricist under the moon thousands of years ago.

The sound of frogs is the cry of the wild, the expression of nature, and the song of life.

This is the sound of heaven.