So quiet and serene, without the noise of the city, without the pollution of automobile exhaust, without the movement of noisy people, everything is so harmonious and relaxed.
Walking on the narrow ridge in the country is like stepping on a soft green carpet. The green seedlings in the rice fields on both sides greedily enjoy the sunshine bath, absorb the nutrients of the earth and grow luxuriantly. As soon as I closed my eyes, all these budding ears of wheat turned into golden rice. A breeze blew, and my mood suddenly became more elegant than ever.
In the evening, the sunset releases the last ray of sunshine, making the rice fields more beautiful. Although my eyes are full of green, this kind of green really makes me sigh: this is not only a symbol of vitality, but also the harmonious beauty of everything. I don't know when the sound of "croak" broke the quiet world. Suddenly, the field was very lively, and the voice of "Gung, Gung-"was heard. Sometimes they sing solo, sometimes they sing in chorus and sometimes they play symphonies. Frogs come and go, echoing each other, singing louder and louder, floating in every corner of the mountain village.
Lying in bed, quietly listening to the masterpieces of these young singers, this is an original ecological concert, with thousands of musicians performing and singing their favorite music.
This is the most unforgettable night in my life, and this is the most beautiful lullaby I have ever heard.