叫声

森林里传来小鸟儿的叫声。

sēn lín lǐ chuán lái xiǎo niǎo ér de jiào shēng.

The sound of the water flowing reaches the hoarse voice of the little bird.

初夏宁静的夜晚微风拂过稻田，田埂四周此起彼伏地传来阵阵清脆悦耳的青蛙鸣叫声。

chū xià níng jìng de yè wǎn wēi fēng fú guò dào tián, tián gěng sì zhōu cǐ qǐ bǐ fú dì chuán lái zhèn zhèn qīng cuì yuè ěr de qīng wā míng jiào shēng.

On a quiet night in early summer, the breeze blew through the rice fields, and the clear and melodious croaking of frogs could be heard one after another around the ridges of the fields.

随着暮色渐深，乡村田野上的蛙鸣与虫叫声交织在一起，显得夜晚越发宁静祥和。

suí zhe mù sè jiàn shēn, xiāng cūn tián yě shàng de wā míng yǔ chóng jiào shēng jiāo zhī zài yì qǐ, xiǎn de yè wǎn yuè fā níng jìng xiáng hé.

As dusk deepens, the croaking of frogs and the chirping of insects in the rural fields are intertwined, making the night seem more peaceful and peaceful.