Listen, the sound of autumn, the frog bulging belly, "croak" is the music to bid farewell to the green stage. ?
Listen, the voice of autumn, the little snake twisted, "hiss" is a farewell to the vast fields. ?
You squeeze the fruit and I touch it. "Bang" is the sound of fruit clamoring for someone to pick it.
Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.
Birds fly into the blue sky, scattering warm blessings, and autumn wind sweeps the orchard, bringing the joy of harvest.
Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this colorful art gallery, and listen carefully to the sound of autumn. ?
The sound of autumn is in every red apple, every drop of cold dew, every fresh corn and every golden sunflower.
Listen, the sound of autumn comes quickly from a distance and leaves slowly from there.
Listen, the sound of autumn, bees flapping their wings, "buzzing", is to say goodbye to flowers. Listen, the voice of autumn, pomegranate smiling face, "pa pa", is a greeting to Miss Autumn. Swallows catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders. ?
An autumn wind swept through the orchard, bringing a harvest song. Listen, when you walk into autumn and this colorful concert hall, you can savor the sound of autumn. ?
The sound of autumn is in every red apple, in every gorgeous petal, in every crystal dew, in every blooming autumn chrysanthemum. ?
Listen, the sound of autumn comes in a hurry from a distance and leaves in a hurry. Listen, let's hear Qiu's voice.