The wonderful sound of insects and birds chirping outdoors, write a short essay of about 300 words 5

In nature, many things can make people feel happy, such as listening to the songs of little insects and birds, you know, they are the best singers of nature. Listen, it's the yellow warbler singing, like a skilled soprano, singing a tactful and soft tune, which makes people can't help but applaud. Who hummed that majestic voice?

Oh, it turned out to be an eagle, and its voice filled people with power. "Squeak", the sound of this little worm is like a violin played by **home**, although I don't know its name, but I'm sure it's an excellent **home.** "Got it!

As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is, it is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds converge in my ears into a unique symphony, how intoxicating and fascinating it is!

Listen to the songs of the little insects and birds, and know that they are nature's best singers. Listen, it's the yellow warbler singing, like a skilled soprano, singing a tactful and soft tune, which makes people can't help but applaud. Who hummed that majestic voice?

Oh, it turned out to be an eagle, and its voice filled people with power. "Squeak", the sound of this little worm is like a violin played by **home**, although I don't know its name, but I'm sure it's an excellent **home.** "Got it!

As soon as you hear this sentence, you will know who it is, it is a cicada, but can it only sing this song? The sounds of many insects and birds converge in my ears into a unique symphony, how intoxicating and fascinating it is!

In the wide fields, we could hear the cries of many insects. What a wonderful cry they had! Listen!

Chirp", the grasshopper in the grass of the ** family, its cry made us intoxicated with his beautiful melody. Do you know who he is??? He is a singer who can only sing one song, "Cicada"! !

What is that?? He has a beautiful singing voice, that is, the singer Huang Li who can catch up with the thrush. Hey?

What's that?? Singing like a violin. It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, singer of nature, you make me intoxicated, intoxicated and integrated into nature.

On the benches in the garden, we leaned against each other. The weather in the south in November is sometimes good and sometimes bad, like the temper of a child. Bidding farewell to the biting cold wind a few days ago, the weather is very good today, the sun is shining, and the warmth is sprinkled on us.

Look at those sparrows, they are not afraid of people at all. The low branches, the cozy lawn, they come and go freely, and it doesn't affect us at all. Their cunning eyes, tiny, looked at us, not at all afraid, and turned cleverly.

And that small neck, which stretches and stretches freely. Before our eyes, they forage arrogantly, and from time to time they make even proud sounds.

We close our eyes and quietly enjoy all the good things. The voice of the sparrow is not melodious, it is not tactful, but in our ears, it is the most real sound, they love nature, sing nature; Love life, sing about life. Is there a more beautiful sound than this?

Come with me, close your eyes and listen to this beautiful music.

It's too hard. It is necessary to have both ** skills and literary skills.

Night is the quietest time of the day. So, I chose to go outside at this time and listen to the sounds that I can't hear during the day.

The moonlight poured over the land like water. Stars adorn the goose-down night sky like diamonds. A gentle birdsong broke the silence of the night.

Close your eyes and listen carefully, this cry is not inferior to the sound of the flute, it is just as graceful and melodious. The sound drifted through the trees and into the lake. The only one who can sing such a beautiful song is the nightingale!

Those little ones who are extra energetic at night really add a lot of fun to the night! If you listen closely, there are some not-so-obvious cries in this gentle singing. No other instrument can play such a special sound!

Ququ, Ququ" The mischievous singing is not close or far away, originating in the grass a few meters away. The song is a little elegant, a little mischievous, and even more a praise for the night. Listen closely, this is the cry of crickets, those little guys who are not black and don't slip in autumn actually have such a good voice.

The night is still quiet, but there is still a little praise in the quiet, that is, the so-called insects and birds.

Well, our teacher also assigned this topic...