Sound is the soul of the country. At four or five o'clock in the morning, someone's rooster woke up, fluttering, trembling, and croaking. Before its voice fell, there was one after another, as if the rooster was leading the song. What's even more amazing is that the birds on the tree are also scrambling to make a noise. The carefree magpie chirped in the tall poplars; the handsome oriole sang in the low bamboo forest; the noisiest sparrow happily called among the flowers; Goo&a...