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Chirp chirp.
I poked my head out of my nest.
The summer night breeze blows past the side of my long beard.
Chirp chirp.
I saw the attic of that barn in the yard.
The little boy also lay on the windowsill and looked at the starry sky.
Chirp and look at the stars just like me.
The sky is full of twinkling stars.
They're not singing.
It's a long way away.
So I couldn't hear what they were singing.
Chirp chirp.
They're not singing like me.
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Autumn, autumn you go slowly, don't plunder my life!!
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This is an anthropomorphic pro
If it is really sung, probably only God knows
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The hot summer is over, and the beautiful autumn is coming! That's all there is to it, dear ones
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It will sing songs like this: Let the autumn wind take away my thoughts. Take away my tears...??
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Autumn night crickets tirelessly sing something.
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Silver-white moonlight shone on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery. All the eyes come into contact with is something covered with this soft net, not a single grass or tree, it is not as realistic as in the daytime, they all have a vague, empty color.
Each of them hides its subtleties, keeps its secrets, and makes people feel like a dream.
Writing ideas: Do not go flat and straightforward, pay attention to timely and constantly change the angle of description, make the description more specific, and give the reader a sense of subjectivity. Be organized, natural, and understandable, not cluttered, and pour your thoughts and feelings.
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The sun sinks in the west, bringing a gentle night.
The evening breeze rises and meets the night.
The evening breeze brings the crickets to their songs.
Blow gently into your room.
Outside the window in the yard.
The song of crickets and the croaking of frogs in the stream.
Interwoven into a song. Frog bulging throat.
Filled with the cool scent of the forest.
In the forest. Fireflies carry lanterns.
Illuminated a leaf.
Hunting owls watch the bay.
Watch the sun set over the sparkling sea.
At the bottom of the sea, the dark tide is surging.
Startled schools of fish to jump into the air.
The smell of dinner fills the air.
Remind the fisherman to stop the boat and dock.
Night is coming.
The fisherman, who was hurrying home, heard the familiar sound of "cooing" again.
It was birds chatting in the tall coconut trees.
This is grown in the yard.
A coconut tree that belongs to a child.
This kid, just like you.
Fell asleep sweetly to the song of crickets.
I fell asleep with a gentle evening breeze.
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Xiaoyin and I walked at night, and the song of crickets accompanied us along the way.
At dusk, the crickets sing, timidly, sullenly, up and down. After the audition, I first sang a few times by myself, then raised the volume slightly, found the right range and beat, and then opened my eyes, and with the crystal blue sky appeared stars, its singing voice suddenly sounded as beautiful as a silver bell.
A light violet breeze blew, and the last of its flowers bloomed during the night; The grass is connected to the blue sky, and it is impossible to distinguish where the sky is and where is the earth, and the pure and wonderful elves of the grassland wander in the sky. The song of the crickets resounded through the fields, and it was the song of the night itself, and it was neither out of tune nor on the other. A voice seemed to burst out from the heart', each sound is in pairs, like two ink crystals resembling each other.
Time passed silently. The land was peaceful. In the middle of the morning glory beside the courtyard wall, a pair of eyes looked at each other.
The bean field exudes a light fragrance, revealing a frank message unique to youth. The green ears of wheat in the moonlight blew the breeze of the second half of the night, like undulating waves. The rooster crows over and over the head, the rooster crows twice, the rooster crows three times, and the cricket's song is weak, low, and disappears ......
Song Title: You Must Be Happy, Singer: He Jie.
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In the dead of night, I think about my future the most, and now I am very confused about my future, not knowing what kind of person I will become in the future and what people I will live with.
Definitely not. In order to facilitate the unified and neat reading and recitation of poetry, generally speaking, singing is not allowed during recitation, which will destroy the normal recitation of other people.
When you are at a low point, forget that these people are easy to let yourself out, forget about debt collectors, use time buffer, forget about your loved ones, take more responsibility, forget about people who look down on you, neither humble nor arrogant.