Write a piece of fog scene

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There was a blue sky on the top of the Gorge, and a few small golden clouds floated. A note of sunshine fell on the cliff on the left like lightning. On the right peak, a white cloud shines like silver, but the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains, misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off this fog, which is really beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward from the deep valley, it seems that people have entered the realm of myth. At this time, when you look up at the river, it is also colorful: two huge rocks with reflections like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but it seems to have a flashing road, with fine waves swinging on it; Nearby mountains are as green as jade. Time goes by minute by minute, and the red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the ship approached, it gradually became clear that there was a peak standing in the red fog, and that red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 2, we came to this sunny golden sunrise.

Liu Baiyu's Three Days on the Yangtze River

What separates people from me is the fog all over the sky. Ren is a high-rise building, such as water vehicles and crowded pedestrians; Everything no longer exists, and even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.

Jin Yi's "Fog"

The morning fog outside the house, which was so thick that no one was seen on the opposite side, has faded and faded. In the slowly rising sunshine, the white fog ideas churned and drifted away like rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show vague images in the fog.

Wang Xiyan's Spring Back to the Ground Warming

Morning Fog

Night Fog gradually faded, and the color turned white, like flowing transparent body, and the east turned white. The floating veil-like fog hangs over Caoyang New Village, where buildings and trees are absent. Say it does, but you can't see the whole of those buildings and trees; Let's say it doesn't. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly exposed. With the shade of the fog, it changes like a mirage.

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I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like a cotton ball; Climb up the river bank, climb up the trees, and spread to both sides ... The dense fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly.

Ye Weilin's On a River Without Navigation Signs

One foggy morning, I came to the bank. Everywhere, the mountains and lakes are gone, and there is only opalescent chaos that cannot be seen through. The sound of alas is from far and near, corresponding to the pleasant bird sound. There was a faint idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the earliest yacht of the day.

Yu Min's West Lake Scene

In the early morning, it was foggy. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds of mist with a slight chill flutter over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the billowing fog. I seem to be walking into a fairy tale world.

Morning Fog on the Mirror Lake by Zhang Ping

Mountain Fog

Suddenly, the fog got up, and it rolled like a snowball. Rolling and rolling, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed to the top of the mountain, the trees are misty and delicate, gentle and affectionate. Then the roots of the mountain came out. But the mountainside is still white and empty. Just sighing, in the blink of an eye, the clouds suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere.

Jia Pingwa's Reading the Mountain

In the morning, the mountains are filled with white fog, and the Great Wall of Wan Li, which is blue and gray, is like a giant dragon, descending with the mountain and diving into the misty sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating in the waves.

The sun shines directly into the depths of the valley, and the mountains are lined up in one direction and one gesture. These unfathomable valleys are now steaming with white, cloud-like heat. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring of water evaporating.

Sun Li's The Story of the Wind and Cloud

Fog

Like a veil, like a haze, like a cloud; Hanging on the tree, around the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment it's like a surging tide, and the other moment it's like Bai Ou roaring. Xiayan bursts, floating to float, everything, everything has become hazy. In an instant, this milky light haze turned into small water drops. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on the head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People feel a little tipsy when they breathe in the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine.

Qiu Zhijie's Ode to Fog Yarn