Autumn night pastoral poetry

Autumn insects sing, night birds flap their wings, fish jump out of the water, splash, silver, and then get into the water. In the moonlight, the water waves rippled and spread. The wind blew through the treetops by the pond, and the leaves rustled, as if they were flapping their wings like nocturnal birds.

Original text:

Autumn insects are singing, night birds are flapping their wings, fish are jumping out of the water, water is splashing, silver is shining ... from the orchard, the smell of fruit comes to the nose. Is it Sydney or torch pear? Or purple grapes? Both. In the moonlight, those delicious fruits are covered with branches in the orchard on the hillside. The ditch water gurgled satisfactorily. Yes, next to it is the field watered by it. In this field, we planted rape and broad beans. I am looking for rabbit grass in the bean field. I blew dandelions so high, so high. After harvesting beans and planting rice, you see, the ears of rice hang their heads heavily. Now the rice is about to mature, and the rice field is like a silver blanket, and the moonlight is bright. Oh, grandma, let's go to the ridge!