Where did the fog come to write a composition?

1. When fog comes before fog comes, write 3 words after fog

This morning, when I opened the window, a fresh, moist air immediately came at me. Oh, it's foggy!

when I opened the door, the fog rushed in. I stood at the door, and the fog seemed to be a thick and wide curtain falling from the sky, blocking my view. I was in a sea of fog, as if I had entered a fairyland.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if the water is boiled and evaporated, spreading, fluttering and rising. Sometimes it falls into the sky like a hairy dandelion, sometimes it hangs in the sky like a long white bandage, and sometimes it hangs around me like a fairy in a gauze skirt, infiltrating my face. Ah! I feel everything is so comfortable. This vast fog is really poetic!

As the saying goes, "Ten fogs and nine sunny days." After a long time, when I was not paying attention, the fog gradually receded, as if a large group of horses on the prairie were running away in the distance. The sun father-in-law finally showed a smiling face and sprinkled the sunshine on the world. I breathe the fresh air of nature to my heart's content, and I feel so comfortable! The world is especially beautiful for a willing heart. 2. Writing a composition about fog < P > Winter is an unpredictable season; Winter, a fascinating season; Winter, a hazy season.

When the earth is still silent, the angel of winter quietly comes to the campus. It is fog.

At this time, everything in the campus is still asleep, and the morning mist wanders away. Like a veil, she gradually brushed the tree standing in the wind. She slowly stroked the tenacious grass in the flower bed. Her arrival seems to be preparing to awaken this vibrant campus.

the fog is getting thicker. From a distance, the big trees in the flower beds can only vaguely see the outline. And the teaching building seems to be enchanted, playing hide-and-seek games, looming. This fog has only now officially appeared. Although you can clearly see this ivory emissary, even if you try your best, you can't hold it in your hands, only allowing you to quietly enjoy this fleeting beauty. This fog sometimes looks like a heavy curtain. It seems that everything in front of us disappears in an instant and becomes a uniform milky white. Sometimes, like the thin peach blossom paper, the world behind it is faintly visible. Walking in the campus, you will think that you are swimming in the vast sea of clouds! Before long, you will be intoxicated with this picturesque scenery.

At this moment, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east, and the morning mist is about to leave. Before saying goodbye, the morning mist left his best things behind. She "went away with tears" and reluctantly turned into a wisp of light smoke, which sublimated in the sky.

Now, when you step into the campus, you will find crystal clear dew hanging on the leaves and grass. This is not dew, it is a gift left by the morning mist. 3. Composition about Fog

Fog

Today, when I was dreaming, I heard my mother say, "Yangyang, it's foggy today, so you should leave early." I dressed quickly and had dinner with my mother. I said, "Wow, I broke the family record." Walk out of the house at seven ten. There are as many people on the road as usual, but the speed is much slower. Yes, of course, you should pay attention to safety in heavy fog. The cars coming and going are as slow as snails, and they all turn on their lights and honk their horns constantly. The police are busy directing at the intersection.

Sitting in the back seat of my mother's bicycle, I looked at the white world leisurely, and I felt that people were all in a big natural bathroom. You see, there is fog and marsh everywhere, and nothing can be seen clearly. Pedestrians' heads are covered with frost, and even a few small dewdrops are hung on their eyebrows.

what a heavy fog!

Fog

In the early morning, as soon as I opened the door, the dense fog flooded into the house. It was a few steps away from the door, so I couldn't see clearly what things looked like. What a heavy fog!

I really want to go outside and have a good look at this rare natural beauty. It happened that my mother was going to cross the river with me to see my grandmother. As the ship stopped crossing, we decided to walk across the bridge.

when we got to the bridge, we were condescending and looked around, and it was a vast expanse. Nothing can be heard on the river except the sound of water rushing down. Occasionally, a few duckweed-like ships are flickering in the fog. I don't know whether they are floating on the water or flying in the air. On the riverbank, everything is shadowy. The tall buildings, towering factories and smoking chimneys that I used to know are all covered by the fog. Vehicles, pedestrians and trees are vaguely seen near the bridge. Looking up, I saw that the sun over the Snake Mountain was misty, and there seemed to be a mass of purple smoke around it. It was really "the sunshine incense burner gave birth to purple smoke"! However, this is not the incense burner peak of Lushan Mountain, but the Snake Mountain. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker over the sky, and I can't tell the purple clouds I saw just now. It's the usually radiant sun that hangs in the sky like a bead ...

In this way, fog can block people's sight, cover the sky and make the light emitted by the sun faint. However, I found that fog cannot stop people from working. You see: the light yellow light that slowly moves forward is the truck that drives people in all directions ... Listen, the cheerful and loud motor sound is playing the March of the four modernizations.

Fog

This morning, I looked out of the window, ah! What a heavy fog!

I hurried downstairs with curiosity. Downstairs, everything in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and even the usual radiant sun played hide-and-seek with people. This fog like snow powder attracts me deeply. Fog is like a gauze of Zhang greatly, which covers the whole earth. Even I myself have been covered by this gauze, becoming one of the gauze.

In the quiet street, in the wet air, the fragrance of flowers and plants and the smell of earth are scattered. Trees, flowers, and buildings are painted with a faint red color, which is hazy and has a unique view.

I looked at this hazy and beautiful fog with ecstasy, and my thoughts drifted away with the wind: "If only I could turn into a small fog and roam freely in the foggy world!"

Fog, you are wonderful

On Wednesday, there was an extremely rare fog.

On the way to school, the fog seems to be playing hide-and-seek with us. When my father drives me, the fog seems to be playing around us.

I finally came to school from home and saw my father's eyebrows and eyelashes covered with fog, just like a white-bearded grandfather. My clothes also feel wet.

After coming to the classroom, Mr. Chu asked us to go downstairs and observe the fog. After listening to this, the students rushed out in ecstasy. The trees on campus look like a veil from a distance; The flowers nearby were also wet by the fog, and several crystal clear water drops were hung on the petals. There are also some spider silk in the intersection of flowers and branches, with small drops of water hanging, like shining silver lines, which are very beautiful.

The foggy playground is also a good place to hide and seek. Basically, you can only see vague figures after a few steps.

The sun covered with fog is not as aggressive as before, but as amiable as the fifteenth moon. After a long time, the fog gradually dispersed, and the sun gave off its dazzling light.

oh, fog, you are wonderful!

morning fog

it's foggy!

I have seen the boundless snow and enjoyed the silky drizzle, but seldom have I seen such charming fog. Walking out of the house, I fell into a vast expanse. The morning mist covers the earth tightly, without any gap. But if you take a few steps forward, the fog in front of you will dodge on both sides to make way for you.

Although fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow and lingering as light rain, it is gentle. It caresses your cheek like a kind mother caresses her daughter, giving you a gentle and moist feeling. The fog is not only gentle, but also simple. Whether you look at it carelessly or carefully, it is like a white curtain, draped over mountains, rivers, trees and houses. There is no pattern on the curtain, giving people a simple feeling. If nature is an ocean of poetry and painting, then the morning mist is a masterpiece of nature. Isn't it? Every time the fog appears in front of people, it always wraps its body with a thin layer of white gauze, never smears fat and powder, and never competes with flowers. It presents people with a simple beauty.

as the sun rises, the fog gradually disappears. The soil on the ground is wet, and the leaves of flowers and plants are countless crystal-clear pearls, as if they were gifts left to the earth by the morning fog ... 4. How to write the composition of fog

On the way to school, I was surprised to find that the fog not only filled the whole street, but also seemed to want to devour the whole earth. The beautiful urban area has become a foggy world, and it is gray everywhere. The dense fog is like a naughty child, sometimes covering the trees and houses a few meters away, making people unable to see anything, and sometimes spreading out to make the scenery around me looming. From the depths of the fog, from time to time, there were messy horns and voices, as if by magic, and cars, bicycles and people constantly "changed" out of the fog. Fog is sprinkled on hair and eyelashes, forming small drops.

During the break, the thick fog became thinner, whiter and lighter, and the red roof was faintly exposed, and the distant mountain shadows were hazy. A breeze blew, and the white gauze-like fog fluttered gently and slowly, hanging on trees, hiding in the grass, and circling among classmates ...

I don't know when a ray of sunshine sneaked through the fog curtain and shone on the earth. Fog changed from white to orange, and then from orange to golden red. Fog drifted away silently one by one, and disappeared without a trace in a short time ... 5. How can you write a composition about fog?

Here is one, you can have a look.

I slowly recall in my heart, and I feel that my memory is in chaos, and I want to have such a light rain in my heart. Wash away the long-standing obscurity, let your heart bask in the sun, feel the long-lost warm taste, see the green of spring, the red of spring, the splendid everything ... It rained, and it was misty.

like layers of unavoidable fog, this time is entangled. Boys and girls on campus walk in the rain without umbrellas.

The rain in the sky seems to weave a transparent curtain for them, and the gray city becomes hazy in the rain curtain. The air seems to be getting cold, and I can no longer smell the warm smell of the other day.

my arm seems to be numb in the cold, as if I lost consciousness in an instant. I miss 323131333532363134333363333333333333333333333333337, trying to straighten my body and catch the erratic raindrops in the air.

Like my own love, I strive for it, open my hands, and only catch the cruel air. After washing in the rain and dew, the grass in spring is bright green and full of vitality.

under the nourishment of rain, try to grow taller and taller. The bare playground, now from a distance, actually has a layer of green, that is, this layer of green makes life suddenly come out of generate at that moment.

The sky brought by rain is gray and gloomy. I narrowed my eyes and looked up at the sky, but I couldn't see any vitality.

The gray sky can only show a trace of life under the background of dripping rain. Like a child who is losing his temper, there are many mysteries in the rainy sky. There are thick clouds in the sky, and you can't see the depths at all, and you can't see its bright and thorough eyes.

The peach trees at the door have blossomed, with pink petals and orange stamens. The rain drops on the petals, and before it can stay, it has to slide mercilessly.

and the flower seems to be secretly stained with a few dew in the idea of being merciful everywhere, and it is full of vitality. The green buds of peach trees are all over the tree.

with the bright peach blossom, it is crisp and colorful against the rain. My mood seems to be a little sad under the infection of the sky and rain.

the slightest bit of rain seems to make the temperature gloomy along with its mood. Standing in the rain, I couldn't help shivering.

I thought silently, is it another year of cold spring? We are all children of God and want to use our limited strength to resist this cold spring rain. Although after hard work, it ended in failure again.

I feel a little sad and helpless in my heart, but I am conquered again. The busy campus seems to be quiet and serene under the influence of this quietly scattered rain.

Looking at the people coming and going around, the solemn building, my heart gradually becomes quiet and deep. No longer so frivolous, no longer so arrogant.

I slowly recall in my heart, and I feel that my memory is in chaos, and I want to have such a light rain in my heart. Wash away the long-standing obscurity, let your heart bask in the sun, feel the long-lost warm taste, see the green of spring, the red of spring, and all the splendor.

It is God's grace to the living beings, which has brought down the rain and lubricated the impetuous living beings and impetuous hearts in the world. A slowly falling spring rain seems to have taken away the troubles of the world.

homeopathy also tells people to be quiet, slow down the pace of life, and slowly taste the world that is not cloudy, full of sunshine and quiet. At this moment, in this silent world, the rain has stopped.

my heart, too, slowly calmed down. Fog Today, when I was dreaming, I heard my mother say, "Yangyang, it's foggy today, so leave early."

I dressed quickly and had dinner with my mother. I said, "Wow, I broke the family record." Walk out of the house at seven ten.

There are as many people on the road as usual, but the speed is much slower. Yes, of course, you should pay attention to safety in heavy fog. The cars coming and going are as slow as snails, and they all turn on their lights and honk their horns constantly. The police are busy directing at the intersection.

Sitting in the back seat of my mother's bicycle, I looked at the white world leisurely, and I felt that people were all in a big natural bathroom. You see, there is fog and marsh everywhere, and nothing can be seen clearly. Pedestrians' heads are covered with frost, and even a few small dewdrops are hung on their eyebrows. What a big fog! Fog Early in the morning, as soon as I opened the door, the dense fog flooded into the house. It was a few steps away from the door, so I couldn't see clearly what things looked like. What a heavy fog! I really want to go outside and have a good look at this rare natural beauty.

It happened that my mother was going to cross the river with me to see my grandmother. As the ship stopped crossing, we decided to walk across the bridge. When we got to the bridge, we looked down and looked around.

on the river, nothing can be heard except the sound of rushing water. Occasionally, a few duckweed-like ships are flickering in the fog. I don't know whether they are floating on the water or flying in the air. On the riverbank, all the scenery is shadowy.