In the morning, I went into the yard. Ah, what a fog! The whole world seems to be shrouded in a dense fog, unable to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth.
Out of the courtyard, the house in the distance is indistinct, and the nearby trees, flowers and grass are looming in the mist. The old telegraph poles disappeared like I was playing hide and seek.
On the street, everything is a mystery. Under the cover of fog, the street lamp only showed a little light. You can hear the car, but you can't find its shadow. Walking people are only left that faint figure, in the slow movement. The trees beside the street seem to be melted by the fog, and the green patches are connected together, as if taking a bath in a bath.
The fog rises, falls, stretches and draws closer, and its unpredictable variety may not be able to be painted by even the most talented painter. I was so intoxicated that I could not help but stretch out my hand, hoping to feel the fog, but it drifted away naughtily. After a while, it came back leisurely again, leaning against my hair, nestling in my face, making people feel a little cool. What a lovely little elf this is!
The white fog and the faintly visible houses, trees, pedestrians and motorcycles constitute a harmonious and vivid picture, and I feel as if I am in the ethereal fairyland. Fog in winter, one morning in winter, I carried my schoolbag to school and found that the fog was thick downstairs.
oh It's fogging?! The green mountains in front of me are very shy and unwilling to come out and cover them with white fog. The streets, villages and pedestrians were all covered with fog, and the whole town was covered with fog. At first, there was no human figure on the road. It was all gray. Only when we got close, could we see the outline of human beings. In the street, the car all raised the lantern, flashing, slowly moving forward, as if walking in the night road grandfather. People walking in the sea of fog, like the eight immortals across the sea, seems to be in the clouds. The fog disperses, gathers, rises and falls. Everywhere is milky white, everywhere is white, just like a fairy scattering a piece of white cloth in the sky, and also like the myth of "water overflowing Golden Mountain". The sun is so weak in the sky, the color is very light, only a yellow plate.
In the morning, the thick fog gradually faded into a very thin layer of yarn, floating in the air, sometimes far, sometimes close, sometimes high, sometimes low. This layer of "yarn" was not long after the gourd baby in the hands of the gourd in, gone. Beautiful mountains, tall trees and all things in the world show their original features. Look, the sun wakes up and is laughing at us in the sky!
Fog, you have brought us changes, brought imagination, brought joy, but also brought colorful scenery. Fog in winter, one morning in winter, I opened the window, as if the whole city were floating in the white sea. The tall buildings in the distance loomed in front of me, and the second half was full of fog. It seemed that the high-rise buildings floated in the air, like the place where the Buddha lived. It was as beautiful as a fairyland. Even the 20 story building is no different from the Jade Emperor's palace. Nearby, the car is slowly walking, like a big beetle, one by one in line. Some cars also emit "beep Do... " The horn sound, car lights through the fog, as if a bunch of gemstones issued a bunch of colored light. When I came to the street after breakfast, I heard voices and footsteps, but I couldn't see clearly. Sometimes I saw some vague figures. It was like dreaming. Walking to the school, into the gate, ah! Buildings are immersed in the milky white fog, flickering. It's like a nebula falling into the earth. When I came to the willow branch, water drops fell on me, and I had a cold war from time to time. I was angry and kicked the willow branches. As a result, all the water droplets on the willow branches were kicked down. It was like a heavy rain, and even my coat was wet. This made me cold. This fog can really make you lose your temper. The fog on this day seems to bring the whole city into a fairyland! It's so beautiful that I can't get angry. I really want to let God obey my orders, I let the fog have fog, I let it rain, so that every day can be a sunny day, that would be wonderful!