Describe the croak of frogs at night, like an avalanche, singing poems all over the place.

I don't know where the dragon went after the rain, and a pool of grass was full of frogs. -Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19th"

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

Fireflies grow on the grass along the coast, and frogs burst ten miles away from the mountain spring. -Clear. Check Shen Xing's "The Moon Walks in the Stream Rhyme"

Ten miles of clear spring frogs croak, and swallows moisten ink and fall plum marks. -Qi Baishi's poems on paintings