Early this morning, I opened the window. Why are we all soaking in milk? Ah! It's foggy.
The fog is like a naughty child, hiding the sun, vehicles and pedestrians, leaving only the noise of the downtown. Let's guess what happened outside?
Fog is like white clouds falling from the sky to the world, turning the world into a fairyland. When we walk in it, it's like we become immortals.
Fog is like a fairy's veil, soft and beautiful. I stand in the fog, gossamer brushed my cheek, I reach out to grasp it, but it is scattered, like a shy Mimosa.
Ah! I love the charming fog. Charming fog I've seen the white flying snow, appreciate the fine rain, but rarely see such a charming morning fog.
This morning, just walked out of the house, I was hidden in a vast white morning fog. The morning fog covers the earth tightly without a gap, but as long as you walk forward a few steps, the fog in front of you will immediately disperse to both sides and make way for you, just like servants making way for their masters. Although there is no snow fog spectacular, there is no lingering rain, but it is very gentle. It is like an amiable mother caressing her children, gently stroking your cheek, giving you a soft and moist feeling. It is also very simple, like a boundless white curtain, hanging in the vast world, the curtain does not have a pattern, is so simple. If nature is the source of poetry, then morning fog is a masterpiece of nature. Isn't it? Every time fog appears in front of people, it always wraps its body with a thin layer of white yarn, never rubs rouge, never strokes eyebrows, and never competes with a hundred flowers. It always silently presents a kind of simple beauty to people.
Looking at the mountain from a distance, the morning fog puts a layer of white gauze on every big tree, every stone, every clump of grass and every wild flower in the mountain. It's like a beautiful bride wearing a wedding dress to attend a group wedding. It's so beautiful! Approaching a look, branches gently swing with the breeze, green leaves, as if in and I waved hello. You listen, the leaves you squeeze me to touch, issued a "rustle... Rustle..." voice, as if to say to me: "come and feel the beauty of the fog with us!" A drop of dew from the leaves rolled into my neck, cold, I think this may be the leaves in the fog caress too happy, just joke with me! As the sun slowly rose, the fog gradually disappeared. The leaves and branches of the grass are covered with countless crystal clear pearls. These pearls are dropping down, as if singing a joyful song... Charming fog. After a while, the fog is getting smaller. The earth takes off its thick cotton padded clothes and changes into gauze. Tree also embarrassed to show a smile. Sun father-in-law gradually shed a soft light, shining on the earth. Let the floor warm. The flowers also smile one by one. The beautiful scenery is like a magic painter, waving his pen, painting a beautiful and magical picture to the world
In the morning, I look out the window, ah! Outside the window, the fog was thick and white.
I rushed downstairs to the street and watched carefully. The earth was covered with thick fog, and the woods, the distant power poles, and the houses were all looming in the fog. Pedestrians and vehicles come and go on the road, but only the footsteps of pedestrians and the noise of vehicles can be heard. Once in a while, you can only see what their faces look like. But only for a while, their backs seemed to have slowly and gently entered the ethereal "fairyland on earth".
I feel as if I have wandered into this "fairyland of the world". From time to time, mist, smoke, dust and painting come to my eyes. I can't help reaching for it. Ha ha, I got it! When I look at it carefully, I don't know when it will "slip away" from my fingers. It's everywhere, making it hard for me to distinguish anything. What a lovely fog! It is like a skillful make-up artist. With his unique skills, he dyed the hair, eyebrows and beards of pedestrians silver white. They all look like grandparents in their 70s and 80s! It was great fun.
After a while, the fog gradually small, the Earth took off the thick cotton padded clothes, put on the gauze. Tree also embarrassed to show a smile. Sun father-in-law gradually shed a soft light, shining on the earth. Let the floor warm. The flowers also smile one by one.
Isn't it a beautiful natural wonder? Charming fog I have seen the flying snow, appreciate the fine rain, but rarely see such a charming morning fog.
This morning, as soon as I walked out of the house, I was buried in a white morning fog. The morning fog enveloped the earth tightly without any gap.
To the river, the opposite mountain seems to be playing hide and seek with me, how can not find, the trickle of the river, was its "new clothes" fascinated.
Although the fog is not spectacular with heavy snow and lingering with light rain, it is very gentle. It is like an amiable mother caressing her daughter, gently stroking your cheek, giving you a gentle, warm feeling. If nature is the source of poetry, then morning fog is one of the best works. Isn't it? Every time the fog appears in front of people, it always wraps its body with a thin layer of white yarn, does not apply powder, and will not compete with a hundred flowers. It always silently offers people a kind of simple beauty.
As the sun slowly rises, the morning fog gradually dissipates. The leaves and branches of the grass are covered with countless small pearls, dropping down, as if singing a happy song... Charming fog some people like the vast snow, some people like the drizzle, but I like the charming fog.
On Saturday morning, I walked out of my house and found that it was a charming foggy day. A thick white fog enveloped the whole world. Houses, small trees, flowers and grass in the distance loomed before my eyes. I walked forward a few steps, the fog in front of me seems to be moving to both sides, to make way for me. Although the fog is no snow spectacular, no rain lingering, but it is very gentle, like a beautiful girl, wrapped with a layer of white yarn around her body.
Gradually, the sun rose and the fog disappeared. The mud on the ground is wet, and there are countless crystal clear pearls on the flowers and green grass leaves, which seems to be the gift of the charming fog to the earth... The charming fog gets up in the morning, "brush" welcome to wechat: www4hw for more knowledge. The ground pulls down the lovely pink curtain. WOW! Outside the fog hazy, wisps, a group, a piece, such as smoke, such as water, such as clouds, such as yarn.
Dad's car drove me to the breakfast department. Looking at the thick fog, I suddenly thought of the ethereal heaven palace. Isn't the dim tree shadow in the distance the peach garden of the queen mother? Isn't the faint blue sky the Jade Emperor's yaochi? We are walking through the fog. Aren't we driving through the clouds? If you want to visit Chang'e and the nine immortals, can you find them? Oh, I'm a bit on cloud nine!
Due to the heavy fog, visibility is less than 50 meters, many vehicles turn on the anti fog lights and drive slowly“ Squeak The car suddenly braked, and my head hit the front seat. It turned out that the two cars in front almost collided. It seems that although the fog is beautiful, it also brings inconvenience to the traffic.
After breakfast, on the way to school, I can't see the familiar shops and trees, and there is only a vague outline of people nearby. The car coming from the front kept honking and crawling like a snail for fear that it would "kiss" other cars.
The sun came up, but the fog was like a wet towel, wiping father-in-law sun's face vaguely. Campus indistinct, only a fuzzy outline, there are two lights flashing out.
Entering the classroom, most of the students ran outside to see the fog. One of them reached out to lift the fog, and almost fell downstairs. He was so scared that he ran back to the classroom with a tight neck.
"What are you going out to see?" Mr. ye came and we ran back to the classroom. However, after we "fled" back to the classroom, Mr. Ye actually watched the fog outside. One by one, the students were absorbed in looking out, holding books in their hands, unable to read a word. Their faces and eyes were full of nostalgia for the fog.
Ah, what a beautiful fog!