Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Photography major - Are there any articles about sound and silence, about 400 words? Please give me an answer as soon as possible. Thank you.

Are there any articles about sound and silence, about 400 words? Please give me an answer as soon as possible. Thank you.

The sunset glow dyed the whole quiet village red. The wind gently blows the willows by the stream, making a "sand" sound. Flowers falling like butterflies kissed the water, and the waves "ding" rippled away like smoke ... In this way, they spread to the next village in the distance with the running water. Old people are joking under the willows ... around this charming village, long and deep voices are accompanied by the singing of birds in the trees. Girls in the distance came singing crisp folk songs, and the sunset glow made them more charming. Everything is so quiet ... there is no heavy noise of the bustling city, only a quiet country day.

Walking on the quiet stone road, the voice of "answer" comes to mind. Occasionally, I can hear dogs barking. The doors on both sides of the street are closed, and I am the only one walking in the huge space. Perhaps it just rained last night, and the air was filled with a faint scent of earth, which made people feel worried. Occasionally, a few drops of rain beads fall from the eaves and make a crisp sound. Suddenly, the bang really scared me. When I took a closer look, it turned out that a frog suddenly jumped out of the rock, jumped quickly from my feet, but splashed a stone. I bent down to pick up the stone and looked up, but I was shocked. I saw a swan flying in the distance. I like sitting under the grape shed in hot days and afternoons, listening to the breeze and the green leaves talking to each other. It's quiet all around, and there is hardly any wind blowing. In the soft rustling of green leaves, I couldn't help falling asleep and dropping my eyes. Occasionally, a bird that sings tactfully breaks into my sleepy whispering world, fresh as summer dew; I often step on the mottled moon shadow and walk to the silvery white beach. The wave stuck out its milky tongue and tried to lick the footprints on the shore. When it was tired, it gasped softly. For a time, the wind and waves filled my ears. Suddenly, it was calm, and the voice in my ear disappeared, leaving me only the bright moonlight, the silent beach and my lonely shadow.