I couldn't go asleep because of the annoying noise of the computer. Fortunately it stopped at 4 o'clock this morning and kindly gave me 3 hours to save my energy for the boring class later.

I stll tossed and turned. Then i decided just lie on bed, close my eyes and prey: let me fall asleep please. Gradually the world became silent. All i could hear was the cracking of frogs and chriping of insects. Then it became so loud that I kept wondering if they were right there under my bed. Like singing competition, i thought. When ever the tone of insects raised, the frogs' would follow or trying to surpass it.

Would they ever stopped?

Did they ever feel tired?

Those were the questions i used to ask in my mind. How long had it been since the last time i paid attention to these sounds of nature? Five, or maybe six years.

When i was a teenager, My family usually spent the summer holiday in riverside cottage. Most of the nights I would walk out of  the cottage to the front yard, sat in the shadow of the wall, with my head up all night, and watch the millions of twinkling stars above.

Only a few steps in front of me was the flowing river, across it lies the rolling hills. A few lights  scattered at the foot of the hills. There were only blue arround: dark, navy, midnight blue. With the stars and the lights, It gave an illusion that i was surrounded by a blue velvet, which was mounted with numerable diamonds. So soft, dark yet bright. The only thing could bring me out of this velvet was the night breeze from the river. It passed gently and whispered in my ears: frogs and insects were singing in the fields. Water was kissing the bank tenderly, and trees were having their rustling talks.

Sometimes the whisper was interupted by barking in distance, but mostly it was mum's calling, asking me to go to bed.

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