When you go out, the fog gradually becomes thicker, like milk, everything is caged and hazy. A car came and passed a vegetable vendor who was carrying goods. Where did they come from and where did they go? Everything in the street is mysterious, everything slows down, ethereal, comes through the fog and leaves in the fog, just like a fairyland!
3, the fog is thicker, lost the balcony, lost the ferry, and being in Taoyuan is also "nowhere to look". Gently lift your feet, as if to resist fog and lingyun; Raise your hand slowly, as if the fairy pool is dancing lightly ... people are wandering in the dreamland of fog, dreaming good dreams and sweet dreams. The sun lingers behind the fog.
4. Another fog came, and the whole mountain was lonely. The bright water curtain and splashing waterfall gradually disappear, and behind the hazy dark color is a hanging water ring. There are a few fog beads on the clothes, and the bells of the old woman at the summit are sometimes turbid. Looking up at Jiuhua, what can you do except dream? Hold this victory in your arms, floating in the clouds, and your fingers are full of cool mist.
5. The fog in Shuangfeng Mountain is a living fog. The beautiful morning mist is like Dashan's daughter, kissing her mother's cheek. As if she had been cared for by her mother, she returned the beauty of mobility to the tourists. When you indulge in her charm, a red sun rises unconsciously. At this moment, the sun seems to be like a big yellow apple, showing people a more exotic charm.
Express your feelings for Beijing in one sentence: I miss you so much that I can't breathe.
7. This is a day that you have to live anyway. This food is poisonous. Let's make a fish, don't eat and drink water! Later, the water was also poisonous. Let's be a shrinking turtle, breathing without eating or drinking! Finally, air is poisonous. In order to live, we no longer regard ourselves as human beings.
8. The cage between heaven and earth is filled with white fog, and the flowers, trees, mountains and houses in the distance are hidden in the dense fog. Pedestrians on the road come and go, and sometimes only their messy and intermittent footsteps can be heard. Only when you get close can you see their faces clearly. When they turned to look again, the back seemed to have entered an illusory "fairyland" ...
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10, the gray fog cage overflowed the city, everything was covered with white, and the trees and wires looked furry.
1 1, faint dust, faint smoke, thousands of miles of smoke, gaunt and withered. A dream in my life, everything is like smoke, with a nihilistic beauty, a poetic obscurity, a poetic melancholy, an expectation and a lotus-like jade.
12. The most magnificent fog I have ever seen is the fog in the valley in the mountains. It is very thick, like a cloud, like a surging wave, which instantly permeates the whole valley.
13, the fog filled the whole earth cage, just like a fairyland. There were melodious bells on the road, but there was no car, as if everyone was wearing invisibility cloaks. The lights on in the distance decorate the morning mist with orange flowers, making it more beautiful and mysterious. The fog rose, rolled, gathered and gathered for a while.
14, in a short time, the fog wrapped us around and we went down the mountain in the fog. Looking back: the fog has not dispersed, the mountains are vast and green, and the fog seems to cover them with a thin veil, like snow. Really: no mountains, no clouds, no clouds around the mountains. This time, although we didn't see the sunrise, we enjoyed the magnificence of the misty sea of Baiyun Mountain, which made me sigh the intentions of nature.
15. The fog is ever changing. It changes, disperses, gathers, rises and rolls forward all the time. I'm afraid even the most talented painter can't describe its unpredictable species! The fog changes from time to time, blocking my view. I don't know what is ahead and what is ahead. All I know is to move forward step by step and go to the front. I can't help feeling that life is just like this! Only by doing everything well step by step can you succeed.
16, in early April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower bed. The garden is like a woman, carefully decorated for the summer festival. When people look out from the space of the flower shed, they see the winding river flowing through the grassland carelessly. The evening mist floated in the withered poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it was whiter, more transparent and more hazy than spun yarn, which made the outline of poplars violet.
17, the wind rises, the relatively calm sea of fog rolls up, and the fog waves roll slowly one after another, just like small waves of the slow-moving sea. Lions, camels, peacocks and tigers ... are blown away by the wind, spinning and passing, and floating up and down reluctantly.
18. Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded. In the rising sun, the idea of white fog churned away like a rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show blurred images in the fog.
19, the smoke was torn into many pieces by the wind, like clusters of hemp chips, or like a fog.
20, Qinyuan Spring Fog: Beijing scenery, thousands of miles hazy, Wan Li dust floating, looking inside and outside the Third Ring Road, dense fog, bird's nest up and down, haze surging! Cars dance with snakes, smoke locks the runway, want to get on the sixth ring road, and need to clean the inside and outside of the car body on sunny days. The air is so bad, countless beautiful women wear masks, but they hide their faces, and nothing can make up for it! It's hard to judge coquettish just by looking at your eyes. A generation of Tianjiao, CCTV underpants, only saw that the back seat had no waist. Dust enters the lungs, and some people do morning exercises.
2 1, there is a veil of fog floating in front of my eyes, piece by piece, like smoke, like dust ... I reached for it, ha, I caught it! When I opened my hand and looked carefully, it had slipped through my fingers, and it was everywhere in the air, which puzzled me. What a lovely fog! Just like a clever makeup artist, she dyed the black hair on my forehead into strands of silver, and the upper and lower eyelashes were covered with small crystal flowers. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them. I just feel that my eyes are moist, a little cold and very comfortable!