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Silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and crickets screamed everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter what grass or tree it is, it is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details and guards its secrets, making people feel like dreaming. (Ba Jin's Home) Moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere. The bamboo raft on the mountain turned black in the moonlight. Insects are singing like rain in the grass around us. From time to time, from somewhere, suddenly there will be a grass warbler hissing in its throat. Soon, the bird seems to understand that it's midnight and it shouldn't be so noisy, so he still sleeps with his eyes closed. (Shen Congwen's Border Town) He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb like the moon describes a young girl, but people are not shy, and the light and outline are fresh and carved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects on the grass in the small garden talk in trivial ways at night. I don't know where the frog, Qi Xin and Qi Xin worked together to blow the bugle, like the sound of a boiling fire. Several fireflies swam around, not like flying, but like floating in thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight goes out, a little firefly flashes, like a little green eye on a summer night. (Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged) The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. There are several street lamps beside the trees beside the pool, and the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon around the moon in the pool. The bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the cracks in the clouds. A piece of white clouds is connected with a piece of white clouds, such as a wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright. The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to have been brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal clear, high and far away. A full moon climbed out of Dongling, like a big lantern, illuminating the valley full of strange stones, casting the shadows of branches and tender grass on the path, swaying leisurely. Birds are singing in the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces; There are still thousands of lives in Shan Ye ... (Haoran's Sunny Days) Moonlight fills this garden, and the distant forest tops are loaded with silver brilliance, and the thick shadows are baking in the forest, which is silent and serious. The water in the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight and ripple there. The green leaves under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby are covered with moonlight, soft and silent, and trampled by her. (Qiu Jiang by Yu Dafu) The moon is coming out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. The weak light inlaid a circle of lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the top of the tree became darker every minute under the weak light. (Fa romain rolland: Mother and Son) The mist has dissipated, and the silver moonlight covers the vast beach like a dazzling widow's mourning. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. On the banks of the river, there is peace everywhere, which is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients. (Tagore, India: The Shipwreck) After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There is a blue sky at the top of the canyon, and a few golden clouds are floating. A ray of sunshine fell like lightning on the cliff on the left. On the right peak, white clouds are like silver, and the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off the fog. It's really beautiful. It's like the flash of a red gem reflected upward from a deep valley, which seems to make people enter the realm of myth. At this time, you look up at the river, which is also colorful: two huge rocks, reflecting like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a shining road, which is swaying on it; The nearby mountains are as green as jade. As time goes by, red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the boat approached, it became clear that there was a mountain peak in the red mist, and the red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 20, we came to this sunny golden sunrise. Liu's "Three Days on the Yangtze River" separated everyone from me with the fog all over the sky. Ren is a high-rise building, such as vehicles and crowded pedestrians on the water; Everything no longer exists, even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion. Outside Jin Yi's "fog" house, it was once a thick morning fog that was not seen across the street. At this time, 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. Wang Xiyan's "Spring Back to the Earth Warms" is like a yarn, like a haze, like a cloud; Hanging on the tree, bypassing the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment like a raging tide, the other like a roaring Bai Ou. Xia Yan bursts, gone with the wind, everything, everything becomes hazy. In an instant, this milky light fog turned into small water droplets. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on your head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People get a little drunk as soon as they inhale the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine. Qiu Zhijie's "Fog Yarn Fu" The morning fog and night fog slowly faded, and the color turned white, like flowing transparent body, and the East turned white. A veil-like fog floats over Cao Yang New Village, where there are no buildings and trees. Say it does, but you can't see the whole picture of those buildings and trees; Suppose not. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. With the shadow of fog, it changes like a mirage. I don't know when the fog started in Shanghai in the morning. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like cotton balls; Climb up the river bank, climb up the tree and spread to both sides ... thick fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly. Leaves on a river without a beacon One foggy morning, I came to the riverbank. Everywhere, mountains and lakes are gone, only opaque milky chaos. The sound of sobs from far to near corresponds to the pleasant sound of birds. There was a vague idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This was the earliest yacht at that time. Yu Min's "West Lake Scenery" In the early morning, the fog was filled. Following the doctor's advice, 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 with a little chill pass over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury lamp bulb looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the rolling fog. I seem to have entered a fairy tale world. Zhang Ping's Morning Fog on the Mirror Lake Night Fog once walked back to Song Xue Building from the ski club. Suddenly, I noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dispersed. It was really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent. The fog flowed spontaneously, and I felt it from my ears and between my fingers. Just like sailing in a foggy river, the sound of pines on both sides can't stop. As soon as the canoe turned a corner, it had already passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog has stayed here. Lin Qingxuan's "Impression of He Huan" Spring Fog In early April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower beds. 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. (French) Flaubert's Madame Bovary's Summer Fog has a short summer night and early dawn. Before the sun rises, forests, surrounding mountains and small plains surrounded by mountains are hidden in dense fog. Only the top of the forest appeared in the dense fog. With the rising of the sun, the increasingly pale fog color wandered, flowed and disappeared without a trace. The forest of meditation will all appear like a stream; Far and near are solemn, clear, thick and light, deep and light green, green or green. Jason's Children from the Forest Autumn fog was only yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountains and seas were covered with hot fog, sticky, stained and not very clean. Cicadas in the fields are also at work. The hotter it gets, the noisier it gets, which makes people hot and annoying. Autumn wind together, look: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; The mountains and seas are clearly covered with fog, which is also dry. Yang Shuo autumn wind bleak winter fog, London's winter fog, really defend the ancient city in advance? Get up in the morning, take a roll of blanket and carry it to the pile house with the straw mat. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. Poke the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick. It's a sad fog outside. Not only does the back street lack the spire of Eton Road Church, but even the pear tree in the back garden is just a shadow. When I was in a daze, there was a smell and a movement, and our civet cat was sitting on the back of the sofa. It gave me a timid look, then its four legs shrank and curled up like a bulging vase, watching the fog. The car horn sounded in the dense fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ..... Xiao Gan's "Three Diaries of London" White fog and morning light came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the Ran Ran River. I don't know where there are so many transparent white gauze in Liuxi River around Huluba! In an instant, a huge cage with white curtains was formed, and the Huluba in Fiona Fang Shili was completely covered. This is the fog in the famous Tuojiang River basin. In Zhou Keqin's Xu Mao and His Daughters, the faint blue fog rises from the grass and under the tea tree pier. The fragrance of lotus, plum and orange is mixed in the morning fog, and the whole mountain dock is warm and cool; Even the blue mist is like steam evaporated when brewing essence. Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News" The fog rises from the rocky valley in Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain are getting deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around. Jun Qing's "Shan Ying" cold fog is a white cold fog, which covers the main road outside the high red brick wall and the brick wall of the Arsenal, and covers the vast airport of the Aviation Department opposite the Arsenal. Surrounded the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. ..... This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, sends out the whistle to urge the workers to go to work, and the endless stream of bicycles, people, cars and miscellaneous footsteps. When it poured into the door of the armory, it began to fall like a thick smoke. It's almost noon now, and it doesn't mean to dissipate. From the chaotic and frozen clouds, the sun just showed its round face with a halo and soon disappeared. There is fine snow like jade in the sky, and the biting cold stings people's skin. The ears, cheeks, fingers and toes exposed by wearing old cotton shoes hurt like being bitten by a cat. "It's too cold, Laqi, barak. The frozen chin is so cold! " ..... Cai Tianxin's "The Storm of the Hunhe River" The valley is full of fog, with long fog. The fog quietly walks up the mountain, like an evil spirit, looking for a place to rest, but it can't be obtained. Cold fog, sticky, cold, slowly floating. Obviously, the waves are undulating and chasing each other, just like the waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this. (British) Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities: The dense fog turned into a dense drizzle, wrapping the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There are several tall buildings standing in the sky, only the highest floor is exposed in the fog. Rows of windows and holes twinkle like huge eyes, emitting yellow light. From a distance, they are like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic spirit. And this dense fog is endless, the car broke through the suffocating moisture, the glass of the window turned into frosted glass, and even people close at hand became dizzy and strange; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is blurred and deformed. Mao Dun's Midnight Sunset; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories. At this time, night soon fell and the slope was brightly lit. The dense fog seems to cover a bottomless abyss ... (Russia) Chekhov's In the Canyon, the mountain fog suddenly rises, and the fog rises and becomes a ball. At first, it rolled like a snowball. Roll, roll, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed at the top of the mountain, the shadows of 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 sigh, blink of an eye, the cloud suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere. Jia Pingwa's "Morning Reading Mountain", the mountains are filled with white fog, and the blue-gray Great Wall of Wan Li, like a dragon, winds down with the mountain and dives into the vast 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 like rows, one direction and one gesture. These unfathomable valleys are now steaming in white clouds. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring water evaporating. Sun Li's "The First Biography of the Wind and Cloud" The fog cloud on the lake is very thick, and it falls on the lake. It is fog, gray fog and moisture, like a big smoke bubble on the wasteland and a bath in winter. It was dark and swallowed up the distant mountain by the lake. The chilly rain, drifting sideways, only knows whether it comes from the sky or from the lake. At first glance, there seems to be, and then there seems to be no ... Only skilled boatmen can carry passengers around the lake in this weather. Zhang Kangkang's "Water Pool Wang Yang" looks south at Taihu Lake, but I can't tell what shape it is. I just feel that an open field on the other side seems to be woven with countless pieces of silver silk from Qian Qian. There are bright moonlight, silver arrows reflected by lake waves, lake fog and smoke as thin as nothing, translucent and semi-viscous. If you jump to the south, Yu Dafu's sentimental journey is foggy in the forest. Every morning, he walks into the fog of the big forest along a winding path like a snake, as if he had entered a misty dream. The mountain is full of milky fog, so deep and thick, like flowing mud, which can float people. Gu Hua's hut is covered with ivy; Fog is floating in the forest. Leaves of all shapes, round, oval, slender, angular … like thousands of little green hands. The fog brushed them, leaving a layer of tiny water droplets on the palm of the leaf. Small water droplets flow and merge into large water droplets in the palm of your hand, like holding a bright mercury bead. Heavy, falling, another big water drop is produced again ... Fog on the Yin grassland every morning, dense fog floods rivers and roads; The clean and cool air on the grassland has become as muddy and dirty as the spring water trampled by horses! The fog on the sea by Malachin Fu The last violet light on the sea has disappeared, and a thick fog rises in the water. The stars flashed in the sky for a while, but they were all gone. The fog in front of us is getting thicker and thicker, covering the sky, the distant horizon and even the ship. Now you can only see chimneys and huge mainmast. From a distance, sailors are like shadows. After another hour, everything disappeared in the white fog, and even the lights hanging on the top of the mast and the sparks flying out of the chimney could not be seen. (Wave) For bread, the fog is rising, but it comes down again, and it is denser. Sometimes it's completely opaque. The ship was trapped in iceberg fog. This terrible encirclement opens like a pair of pliers; Let people catch a glimpse of a corner of the sky and close it immediately. (France) Hugo's "Marine Labor" The fog of Lushan Mountain, you, the fog of Lushan Mountain, seems elusive. After a while, the light flooded and confusing; In a blink of an eye, I disappeared and I don't know where I went. You are like a fairy who refuses to show her face, and you are like an affectionate girl-this is you, the fog on Lushan Mountain. You belong to Lushan Mountain. You melt in the empty mountains and mountains of Qixiu Kuanglu. It is you who moisten the magnificent mountains and rivers, and even the grass on the Yan Na is extraordinarily slender and beautiful. Qiu Zhijie's "Fog Yarn Fu" Fog on the Gobi Desert In May, the Gobi Desert was covered with green grass. The green creeping weed is wet. It rained heavily in the morning and foggy at dusk. Plumes of fog, like white clouds in the sky, lined up on the beach and fluttered gently. If you stand a little farther away, you will feel that the whole beach seems to be moving, and the mountains in the distance seem to be moving. Tang Guangyu's Gobi Love Story