In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content.
At night, the old town of Lijiang could not be more beautiful. It was calm and quiet, in which one could only hear water babbling and cicada chirping.
As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great fluttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the roadside.
You could hear the chirping of the locator devices the fire fighters wear, hear the whistle of the respirators, see only the lights flashing red and yellow through the haze.
As I listened to the pleasant sound of chirping birds, which drifted over from the valley forest, my eyes followed a kingfisher swooping down into the cherry tree grove like a shooting star emerging from golden sunlight.
With little or no time to spare, we rushed inside the cabin, grabbed a chair to stand on, reached for the nest, and found three baby birds chirping away as their panicked mother flew the coop.
