Around 5:30 in the morning, the sky gradually brightened a little, and a layer of gauze like magic fog came out.
At this time, as long as you stand in the fog, you will see the distant scenery is hazy, almost invisible, can only see some faint outline.
The distant scenery is also a little fuzzy, as if covered with a net. Gradually, the wind came.
At this time, the fog began to be hazy and almost invisible for a while. After a while, the fog dispersed a lot, and the scenery began to clear. It makes me feel like I'm in a fairyland, in a yaochi lake!
After a while, the fog became thick again. It turned out that the wind had gone. All of a sudden, the fog immediately gushed out, all around became white, nothing can be seen, even if you see a little, it is very fuzzy, and after a while, it disappeared.
I had to walk slowly according to the direction in my memory. Because I couldn't see anything, I fell carelessly and my leg seemed a little swollen. I was afraid of another fall, so I had to sit on the ground and wait.
After about half an hour, the fog gradually subsided, the surrounding began to clear up, but still a little hazy.
The fog in the morning is so misty and wonderful. The fog in the morning_ Abstract: fog, more and more thick, for a while, what shadow is gone, I have a layer of high wall around me, I can't feel the pressure, I can't breathe, confused in me, good grievance! I shake my head so hard that I can't walk away from the fog; I want to run, I can't get out of the maze. Tears, trickled down, in the heart good fear! I can't tell the southeast from the northwest. The fog is too thick. I really can't tell. Where should I go? ……
In the morning, I woke up in my sleep and got up. Ah, I couldn't see anything clearly outside the window. A thick, thick fog filled the earth.
That morning, the sky was misty, and now the usual morning fog covered everything, even the farther pole was nowhere to be found.
I opened the window, and the mist floated into the room gently. It brushed my cheek like silk, white silk, and fairy's clothes. It was so gentle! Carrying my schoolbag, I walked silently in the fog. There was silence around me. Occasionally, I heard a few clear birds singing, but I only heard the birds singing, but I couldn't see the birds.
Gradually, the sun came out of the thick fog. That is also the poor sun! The light is so weak. Then it also dodged, let the white fog devour everything, surrounded the earth.
But in the vast fog, the people who are not five steps away can't see clearly, and the people who are not ten steps away can't see any more. At this time, the thick fog dispersed, the reeds beside the river shook their heads, and the light of the rising sun was kissing it; the water drops on the wild flowers and leaves, flashing colorful, quietly rolled down, making a gentle 'tick' sound, as if they were saying hello to the sun; but the sun was shining So pathetic. Fog has been rolling under the breeze, like water mountain fog peak, like Penglai fairyland, like a mirage & hellip; & hellip; makes people feel like they are flying in the air, with orange halo in the sun.
I love the beauty of nature and hate the cold wind and ice. But when I think of life, I prefer the latter! Cold wind and ice and snow weather, although it brings cool air, but also can stimulate people's fighting spirit, let people learn to struggle in adversity.
At noon, the fog turned into a drizzle, always floating in front of the window like a curtain. Three feet away from the rain, there is only a cloud -- still covering everything, but not the grass competing for beauty; the geese are flying like summer; the smoke is dim, and the light clouds are curling, who is there hissing like orchid? Looking at the endless horizon, maybe there are butterflies dancing in pairs, maybe there are warblers singing and swallows tailoring. With our painstaking efforts to textile it, care about the spring fog, wind singing birds singing, willow green and red weaving irrigation, its rural scenery enchanting amorous feelings.
This side of the sky has experienced a number of changes, fog fluttering up, as if the 'white fairy' to take back the beautiful 'phantom'. When the gossamer is disappearing, the whole earth is gradually revealed.
Fog, more and more thick, for a while, what shadow also did not, I have a layer of high wall around me, I can't feel the pressure, I can't breathe, confused in me, good grievance! I shake my head so hard that I can't walk away from the fog; I want to run, I can't get out of the maze. Tears, trickled down, in the heart good fear! I can't tell the southeast from the northwest. The fog is too thick. I really can't tell. Where should I go?
At the moment, I want to cheer and shout, but I can't shout for a moment. I look at the morning fog. You ran felt: I grew up after the morning fog, everything in my hometown is growing, our motherland is thriving. Composition on Fog: a foggy morning_ Abstract: walking in the fog, I feel like wandering in the sky like & hellip; & hellip; surrounded by clouds, like fairyland, as if they are floating around. At this time, from the depths of confusion came the Hawker's cry. Gee, there are also people buying snacks in the sky. Oh, no, I'm wrong, because I'm still in the world, and I don't want to leave the world. The sound of the motorcycle beside me is getting louder and louder, so I hurry to let it go. The motorcycle whizzed past me. I think this man must be a daredevil. The fog is still blowing so fast & hellip; & hellip;
'dingling, Dingling & hellip; 'the alarm clock woke me up from my sleep.
I turn off the alarm clock, rub my eyes and look out the window. Why is it so dark today? Did the alarm clock go wrong? Did it go off ahead of time, or did it go wrong? I turned on the lamp on the bedside table and looked at the alarm clock. There was no mistake. Look at the clock on the wall. It's the same time as the alarm clock. I looked out the window again. Oh, there's so much fog in the sky. I rubbed my eyes again and saw that the fog was really thick. I got up and went to the window and looked out. Wow, it's really foggy. I can't see it ten meters away. When I went downstairs and walked out of the gate, I saw that pedestrians and vehicles suddenly appeared from the ground, then disappeared and disappeared.
I rushed back home for breakfast. Then I immediately picked up my schoolbag and went to school. Out of the door, I also entered the haunted world. There are only car horns and bicycles ringing around. The conversation of the pedestrians was almost inaudible. I walked silently, paying attention to everything around me, and carefully coping with everything that came out of the blue, because if I didn't do it well, I would be trampled on by others and knocked down by the car;
Walking in the fog, I feel like I'm wandering in the sky & hellip; & hellip; surrounded by clouds and fog, like a fairyland, as if I'm floating around. At this time, from the depths of confusion came the Hawker's cry. Gee, there are also people buying snacks in the sky. Oh, no, I'm wrong, because I'm still in the world, and I don't want to leave the world. The sound of the motorcycle beside me is getting louder and louder, so I hurry to let it go. The motorcycle whizzed past me. I think this man must be a daredevil. The fog is still blowing so fast & hellip; & hellip;
Coming to school, I feel safe. Although the fog is still so big and thick, I don't have to worry about who will hit me!
I put down my schoolbag and came to the corridor. I continued to look at the fog. Ah, how beautiful the fog is! The scenery in the fog is also very beautiful!
I like fog, I like fog, I prefer the feeling of fog! Morning fog_ 100 words in the morning, I look through the window and see the outside is fuzzy. I write on the window with my fingers, eh! It turned out that there was fog outside. The fog was like a thin layer of white gauze. Even the nearby house and the big tree in front of the house became indistinct. It felt like a fairyland on earth.
On my way to school, it suddenly began to rain. The rain was like a 'magician'. Just now, the street became clear. At first, all the pedestrians on the road looked around and walked slowly. Now they all quickened their pace, and the street was as busy as usual! Autumn, early morning, long lost fog_ Abstract: I haven't seen fog for a long time. I haven't seen the hazy scenery for a long time. I almost forget the feeling of being in the fog
I haven't seen the fog for a long time. I haven't seen the hazy scenery for a long time. I almost forget the feeling of being in the fog
That day, out of the door, sleepy eyes, I suddenly had a familiar feeling: fog, coming. I saw that everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in a layer of ethereal gossamer. Walking on the road, there are crystal clear (exquisite) water drops hanging on the branches, patter patter patter, not all, the rest of the pearls are still hanging there, shy, tottering. Fog shrouded in those flowers, like to put a thin lace dress on the angel, making the angel more beautiful and mysterious... The reluctant little pearls on the big leaves don't want to go, because with the new partners, they slide around happily, and some of them are naughty dancing! Tick, tick, tick, so lovely
Fog, light, thin, soft... This is the only realm in the fairy tale castle! Everything becomes beautiful. Tall buildings are not cold and terrible, they are hazy and lovely. Hee, I don't know which naughty child drew a lovely smile on the window of the car! Inadvertently glanced at the hidden flowers in the fog, they were as bright as a bath. My ears could not help remembering Pu Shu's sad < < those flowers > >: they are old, where are they, so we are all going to the world... I am as if I was back to the old world, the trees of Wutong were under foot, and the time was slowly passing by.
Fog, one person, several people; one world, several worlds_ Fog in the morning
In the morning, I looked out of the window through the glass -- ah, it was thick and white outside. It was foggy.
My father took me on the road, and I watched carefully: at this time, the sky and the earth were shrouded in white fog, and the flowers and trees nearby, the mountains and houses in the distance all appeared and disappeared in the thick fog. When pedestrians come and go on the road, sometimes they can only hear their disordered and intermittent footsteps, and can only see their faces clearly at the moment when they are close to each other. When they turn around and look again, their backs seem to have entered the ethereal fairyland_ 200 word natural composition: a composition about morning fog
Today, I got out of bed lazily. I opened the curtain. Eh! Why is it a little different outside today? I quickly put on my clothes and opened the door. Oh, it was foggy.
I couldn't help watching it. At the same time, I still thought: 'Why are all the buildings nearby gone? 'suddenly, I feel wet on my clothes. It turns out that all this is caused by fog. At this time, my mother said: 'come back soon, don't catch a cold. 'I went back. I'm going to school after dinner. My mother said to me: 'it's foggy today. Pay attention to safety. 'I said:' I see. '
When I was passing by the square, I saw that the grandfathers and grandmothers were still exercising. I