The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Southern Dynasties. Beam. Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
Spring insects fly away, and dusk birds hide flowers. I am more anxious at night, and the window is idle.
Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights.
Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.
Who is the owner of the rice flower all the way? Red dragonfly and green mantis. —— Le Songlei's "Autumn Village Road"