Describe the composition of fog

In study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my composition about fog for your reference only. Let's have a look.

Writing Fog 1 Early in the morning, when I was lying in a warm bed dreaming, my mother had opened the doors and windows and was announcing her big discovery: "It's foggy!" "ah! Really? " I jumped out of bed and dressed in a hurry. "Oh-what a big fog!" I saw a cold white smoke coming at me, leaving you with a cold war!

Carrying a schoolbag, walking on the way to school, I feel that the tall and straight buttonwood trees on the roadside seem to be greedily sucking the milky fog. Flowers and trees are looming in the fog, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. Ten meters away from the scenery, you can only vaguely see its outline. At this time, the sounds you usually don't care about on the road are clearly visible in the fog: intermittent footsteps, crisp and short horns, crisp bicycle bells ... all kinds of sounds are mixed together to form a wonderful symphony in the morning fog. Ah, the fog is moving, too-she rises slowly and gently, and people are shrouded in fog, as if they were in a fairyland. ...

Yo, why is your face wet? Let me touch it, ha! Eyelashes and eyebrows are all wet, so comfortable!

After a long time, the fog gradually thinned, and the earth seemed to take off its heavy down coat and put on a white gauze coat. The sun came out, slowly showing golden light, and the fog chose to leave. ...

I watched a beautiful fog and rain at noon today, which surprised me and delighted me.

At that time, I looked out of the window, and it was raining in Mao Mao. It was like a layer of frost outside the window, falling like crystal snowflakes. It was beautiful! There are so many words written on it that I can't understand them! But I still couldn't help but be curious and secretly wrote down my name, for fear of being seen, it would be embarrassing!

I opened the window and looked out. I was surprised to find a group of children playing by the flowerpot. I'm really worried that they will be in danger! When I continued to watch, suddenly, I felt a little coolness passing through my body, so I leaned back and quickly zipped up my clothes, because the teacher said, "We are going to get a pig flu vaccine these days." If we catch a cold, we won't get it! " That's why I don't want to make a mistake at this point! Then we are in big trouble! But I still can't help sticking my head out, ha! In a short time, I became a "soaked chicken", my whole head was wet, and I dropped a drop or two of crystal clear water from time to time! This is really in distress situation!

It's been raining, as if it didn't stop at all, but it's raining harder and harder. Although the rain beads have not become bigger and full, the area and scope of the rain are getting bigger and bigger! Gradually, the students who were active outside came back one after another, basically getting wet and breathing hot air. I thought to myself: this hot air must be enough for another heavy rain, hehe! It's really interesting, so the world can save a lot of water! Unfortunately, it seems impossible for the world to adopt the opinion of a primary school student! !

Fog and Rain is really beautiful and interesting. Like a layer of frost outside the window, like pieces of glittering and translucent snowflakes falling. ...

Writing Fog 3 In the morning, my mother and grandmother took me out for a walk. Ah, there is a thin layer of fog on the river. The fog stuck to the ground and spread around. In a blink of an eye, it is the fog all over the mountain.

Fog permeates the river, like a veil, covering fertile fields, heavy ears of grain and small villages by the river. Fog floats like a ribbon, winding among trees, and the world at this time seems to be in an illusion. The valley in the distance is also milky fog. They are so deep and thick, and the fog rolls gently, as if to engulf everything.

At this time, I can't see the red face of the sun, only a faint shadow appears in the distant houses and trees, just like what the painter outlined with a brush. Colorful hillsides, black asphalt roads, scattered mountains and rolling distant mountains are all shrouded in fog, and nothing can be seen clearly. Between heaven and earth, only white fog, wet fog and cool fog are floating around the valley.

The fog slowly spread to the hillside and dispersed into a soft gauze, covering the whole mountain village. The milky fog is like a fairy dancing, like a white silk scarf dancing, like dandelion seeds dancing ... like a poem, a dream, a song, a dreamy fog, which can't be waved away and torn open, making people feel high.

Gradually, the fog cleared and the sun came out. Will it be foggy tomorrow? I will keep hope.

I planted a small tree and you gave me a piece of green. I shed crystal raindrops, and you gave me fragrance ... but today, the sky is no longer blue and the earth is no longer green, as if covered with a veil.

At least three days a week, I go to physical education class indoors. I sat quietly in my seat and looked listlessly at the scene outside the window. Ah! How come... It seems that I can't see anything clearly on the road, and it's a blur. From a distance, pedestrians are like small gray spots. Today's world is like a gray glass cover, which isolates us from the sun.

I read the materials and learned a lot of scientific truth. Haze refers to sulfuric acid, nitric acid and dust in the air. It is an aerosol system composed of a large number of tiny ice crystals suspended in the air near the ground.

Especially the fog in winter, it is called the biggest killer, and a lot of automobile exhaust and exhaust gas stick to these water droplets. In people's daily life, these substances will have a strong impact on the human respiratory tract, especially those middle-aged and elderly people with diabetes and hypertension, who are more likely to have a heart attack or die.

Hearing this, you must want to ask where the nasty smog comes from. First of all, this is man-made: 70% people use coal to keep warm in cold winter. This is not environmentally friendly, but it will emit smoke and dust in the air. Moreover, it is dry in winter, and people and traffic on the ground will stir up dust. Secondly, it is natural reasons.

Although the beautiful world produces smog, people also have countermeasures: go out less, open windows less, wear masks when going out, and pay attention to personal hygiene. ...

I was very shocked when I watched it under the dome. It turns out that all these smog are man-made, so we have to make up for it, because the earth belongs to human beings and only human beings can save it.

Now the environment we live in is getting more and more polluted every year, so we should better protect and cherish the beautiful environment around us.

One morning this semester, when I left home, my eyes were gray. I can't see the houses and trees in the distance. I feel the air is full of dust, as if the whole city is covered with a big yellow gauze. Many pedestrians on the road wear masks. Those who don't wear masks cover their mouths and noses with their hands, and some are choking. Suddenly I feel difficult to breathe, and I feel a lot of dust inhaled every time I breathe. I suddenly remembered the "smog" I saw on TV, and I realized how serious the smog is to our environment. Today I finally saw the power of smog!

When I came home from school, I told my father about the "smog" I saw today. My father recalled: "I didn't have smog when I was a child. I don't know what smog is. At that time, the river was as clear as a mirror, and groups of fish swam around happily. In the summer evening, adults gather by the river to wash clothes, and children play in the water in droves. At that time, the sky was very blue, and all kinds of birds were flying happily in the sky. At night, there are stars, and every star seems to be smiling and winking at us. The air is fresh, there is no pollution, people go out without masks and seldom get sick. Later, due to the continuous destruction of the environment by human beings, it became what it is now. "

After listening to my father's words, I secretly made up my mind: we must protect the forest, protect the environment, don't litter, don't spit everywhere, start with me. Only in this way will the smog leave us, our rivers, sky and air become as clear, blue and fresh as before, and many animals will accompany us again.

Description of the composition of fog 6 Fog is an unusual sight and one of the beautiful scenery created by nature. I prefer to see fog to clouds and wind.

In the morning, as soon as I got up and opened the curtains, a beautiful picture came into view-the window was white, the clear buildings in the distance became blurred, and the tall pine trees disappeared. I thought I was still awake, so I went to bed and went back to sleep, but I was awakened by my mother's lion roar. I didn't know this vast expanse of whiteness was fog. I washed my face and brushed my teeth for breakfast as fast as I could, then knocked on menstruation's door to remind them to start quickly, and finally ran downstairs excitedly.

It's not too bright in the morning, and it's even more opaque with fog. I just want to grab such a magical thing and treasure it as a treasure. I raised my hand and grabbed it in a foggy place. Fog is like air, but it is different from air. I can see it, but I can't catch it The scenery in the fog is so beautiful, look! The budding flowers seem to be gone, hidden under the misty girl's dress, and the leaves are carefully dressed. The thick fog next to the green leaves makes people feel like they are walking on clouds, and the things used are very light and invisible. I think the invisibility practiced by Misty Girl is really amazing! When do you want to learn from her?

Seeing the fog in the car is different from seeing the fog on the ground. I can't see things clearly on the ground, and the visibility in the car is not high, but I can also see them roughly. The lights of the car are flickering, just like Li Bai wrote in his poem, "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain"!

There are so many beautiful scenery in the fog, and every place makes me unforgettable. I really admire the ingenuity of nature!

I haven't seen the fog for a long time, and I haven't seen the foggy scenery for a long time. The feeling of being in the fog is almost forgotten.

That day, when I went out, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling: fog is coming. I saw that everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in an ethereal gauze. Walking on the road, glittering and translucent (exquisite) water drops hung on the branches, pattering, and the remaining pearls were still hanging there, shyly teetering. Fog hangs over those flowers, like putting a thin lace dress on the angel, making the angel more beautiful and mysterious ... The little pearls on those big leaves don't want to leave, because they have new friends to join them, they slide around happily, and some dance naughtily! Tick-tock, so cute.

Fog, light, thin, soft ... this is the realm only in fairy tale castles! Everything is getting better. Tall buildings are not cold and scary, they are obscure and lovely. Hey, I don't know which naughty child drew a lovely smiling face on the window! Inadvertently glanced at the small flowers hidden in the fog. They seemed to have taken a bath and were much brighter. My ears can't help but recall the slightly sad flowers in Pu Shu: They are all old, where are they? We're just going to the end of the world ... I seem to have returned to the old world, with buttonwood leaves stepping on my feet and the time in front of me flowing slowly.

Fog, one person, several people; One world, several worlds.

Writing fog 8 in the morning, I walked out of the house, ah! What a heavy fog.

The fog enveloped the whole world. People seem to be lifted up and suspended in mid-air, just like entering a fairyland, producing all kinds of mysterious feelings. When uncles and aunts come and go to work, they can only hear people's voices, footsteps and pleasant car bells. When they get close, they can see people's faces. If you look closely, you will laugh. The hair, eyebrows and beards of pedestrians are all hung with crystal drops, which looks very interesting. The fog clears, gathers, rises slowly and rolls forward. It is so unpredictable that even the most talented painter can't draw it.

Fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, but as gentle as a loving mother. She gently stroked our cheeks, giving us a moist and cool feeling, which made people feel refreshed. Never dress up your own fog, not a flower, a grain, a trace of fragrance, but its milky white pervades between heaven and earth, making people feel endless. Suddenly I feel like a fog, floating around in the air with my friends. Suddenly I feel that the fog is like a group of children playing on the ground.

After a while, the fog slowly faded and became thinner, floating in the morning breeze like gauze. The sun smiled. It looks sleepy and simple and lovely in the mist.

Ah, morning mist, I love you! I love your mysterious beauty and your unpretentious style!

Write about Fog 9 Just this evening, the fog came quietly. I'm standing on the balcony, but my thoughts have flown elsewhere.

The world turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and the surrounding scenes disappeared without a trace, showing tranquility and peace. Fog seems to have a unique attraction that has always attracted me. I seem to be standing in this white world, and some strange ideas come to my mind. Maybe I will see flying fish floating in the sky, maybe I will see vegetables walking independently, maybe I can see the shining starry sky within reach. In this white world, my imagination has greatly improved.

The fog here is not like the fog in Dalian. The fog in Dalian is whiter and purer than here. Only in that fog can we realize the carefree state.

Come when the fog comes, and leave when it comes. It is very free. No one can limit it, nor can it. It must not have passed like a caged bird. We are the same. Some people only work for three minutes, and then they lose interest. But the fog is different. Although short-lived, it will never disappear. Although it will dissipate, it will come back sooner or later.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and some lights around me have disappeared, leaving me standing on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful white scenery.

I like fog, it can make me forget my troubles for a short time and have a little rest time. I love fog!

Writing about Fog 10 Early in the morning, I opened the curtain and said, "It's so foggy today!" I put on my coat, scarf, mask, hat and gloves and walked out of the house armed to the teeth.

Just a few minutes later, when I turned around, the unit building almost disappeared in the smog! The community is quiet, the buildings are looming, and the dim lights outside the window make people feel very cold. The trees can only see a little shadow. People seem to be invisible, suddenly fall down in front of your eyes and disappear before you can see clearly. Heaven and earth seem to be enveloped by a puzzling fairy. I can't help but sigh: "Xi 'an, the ancient city, is like Penglai Wonderland! "

Out of the community, people in the street are wearing gas masks like an appointment, only showing a pair of depressed eyes. It didn't take long for me to feel uncomfortable, because the mask was sealed too tightly, and my breath turned into water droplets, which landed on my cheeks, making me feel cold and my breathing became rapid. I tore off the mask and my nose felt a little better, but I soon felt that there were thousands of ants crawling in my throat, itchy and dry, so I quickly put on the mask again.

When I finally got to school, I couldn't wait to take off my mask. However, in the face of such a vicious killer as smog, everyone dared not go out of the classroom all day. You see, the morning recess exercise was cancelled, and classes were suspended in physical education class in the afternoon. During the break, everyone can only sigh!

Haze, don't bury my sunshine or my happiness! Please go and disappear from the ancient city of Xi, and give me a piece of blue sky!

Description of fog composition 1 1 Autumn fog gradually disappears, and there is a little light rain floating in the gloomy sky. The rain drops on my eyelashes and the tip of my nose, and it feels a little cold. The street is blurred in front of my eyes, and the little lights of street lamps flicker in front of my eyes, flashing like stars. The patter of rain echoed in my ears, like who was playing a ditty.

At this time, I am soaked to the skin and the wind blows to understand. Autumn wind is really cool, as smooth as silk. I walked slowly in the street, enjoying the unique charm of autumn, and occasionally dropped a wet leaf beside me, so I didn't have time to look closely, because I found a picturesque scenery: the street in front of me and the trees on both sides are like the road to heaven, and there are some wet leaves on the road for you to walk.

Occasionally, a few cars pass by, and the driven wind mixed with stagnant water rolls up the wet leaves on the ground, dancing like butterflies, and the leaves are flying like stars, clear and bright. I realized it was getting late, so I quickened my pace. Suddenly, I didn't know what I stepped on and almost slipped. Looking down, it was a turned-up floor tile, and some sewage splashed on my feet! I can only say that this sewage is a unique gift from Qiu.

It was almost home, and my anxiety changed at this moment. I also miss the beautiful things I just saw. It's hard to see such scenery again. After looking back, I turned and walked home. ......

Write Fog 12 Today is Monday. I've been looking forward to it since last night. I hope it will come soon, because today the school organized us to watch a play at the Globe Theatre, which is my favorite.

I get up early in the morning. Is the weather good? I looked through the window. Oh, it's foggy today! Unexpectedly, I saw the square downstairs. I can't see anything in the fog!

I washed my face quickly, had dinner, and went downstairs to find my classmate Zhu Xingyu. I shouted in front of Zhu Xingyu's house for a long time, but Zhu Xiao didn't come up. Just before I left, I saw Zhu Xingyu coming out of the fog on his father's electric motorcycle. "Today is a holiday, because the fog is too heavy!" Zhu Xingyu said. The fog is too heavy, and the school is on holiday! I'll look again, it's really foggy! You can't see anything from a meter away.

In the afternoon, I found that the fog gradually dispersed bit by bit, but I still couldn't see how far Feng was. At night, my father and I went downstairs, and the fog came back. Street lamps with Mao Mao in the fog, a misty yellow light, as if worried, quickly hid in the fog; The car crawled slowly on the road and came out of the fog and quickly entered the fog; The uncles, aunts, classmates and children walking in the street are all wearing colorful masks. ...

"Go home and take the subway, the fog is too heavy, the car is too blocked, and it is not safe!" Dad called mom.

TV said it was foggy weather, which was caused by serious air pollution and did great harm to us. Scientists are trying to change them. Well, I hope tomorrow won't be such a foggy day. It will be a sunny day. I also hope to grow up quickly, be a scientist and make clear the weather.

Writing fog 13 fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, but it is very gentle.

Fog is a clever magician. He turns the oasis into a boundless ocean. Fog is a naughty little doll, secretly hiding the light like the sword of the sun; Fog rises around like a dream, hazy and fluttering.

Fog is floating around under the breeze, like the snow peak of an iceberg, like Penglai fairyland, like a mirage, which makes people dizzy. The milky fog is so deep, like flowing mud, that people are immersed in it.

The fog gave passers-by a clever fancy dress ball, dyed their black hair on their foreheads into wisps of silver, and covered their upper and lower eyelashes with small crystal flowers. If you close your eyes for a while and then open them, you will feel that your eyes are moist and moist, with a hint of coolness, which is very comfortable. What a charming fog! I stretched out my hand to touch it, but it flew naughtily, flew to my face, jumped into my hair and squatted on my shoulder. Walking in the fog is like entering a fairyland. I can't tell where the sky is and where the earth is. I only see a vast expanse of whiteness, and I can't find the familiar background in the past.

After a while, the fog subsided, and the earth took off its thick velvet clothes and put on soft tulle. The branches and leaves of some big trees have shyly revealed their graceful posture from the fog, as if to pay tribute to the faint white clouds in the sky. Soft light is also shed from the air, which constitutes a quiet and elegant gouache painting.

I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of nature, and the outstanding painter Sun painted with great strokes. In an instant, I have been in a Ming Che world!

Describe the composition of fog 14 fog, such as yarn and ribbon. How poetic it is to walk on a foggy morning! White, gently ... On a sunless morning, I opened the curtain and saw everything outside the window was white, beautiful and poetic. I hurried down the stairs to feel the rare weather in nature.

Fog-like gauze, white as milk, seems to be lifted by reaching out; The fog is like a white ribbon, spotless and dancing gently in the air. Everything between heaven and earth is covered with milky white and wrapped in silver, which is beautiful and charming.

Just when I was intoxicated in this dreamlike fairyland, the fog gradually faded away, but it did not erase its brilliance. The fog at this time is thin and light. It wraps the earth and covers the mother earth with a veil. Everything is still a little blurred, like a reflection in the river. I waved my hand in the air, only to feel countless small drops of water rolling in my hands, nourishing my heart.

Gradually, the fog dispersed and the sun came out, making the thin fog yarn shine with golden light, just like a silk inlaid with many stars. Everything slowly became clear. A breeze blew, making the mist pass through branches, fields and white clouds ... The mist became lighter and lighter, like a naughty child running into the arms of Sister Sky. At this time, the fog, covered with a white gauze skirt with a little golden light, danced gently in the air and faded away with the breeze ... I love poetic foggy days and love gentle and pure fog more.

Write fog 15. She is so charming and magical.

Walking around in the mountains, the mountains are foggy, soft as yarn, looking a little cold and smelling a little fragrant. She is like a magical sunset between heaven and earth, a rainbow shining on dew.

She is just a smiling fan, and she is really "a pink face with spring power, and a red lip can smell it." There is always a cluster of green plants where she brushes.

The sky seemed to be joking, and it began to drizzle, and the bamboo leaves decorated with a layer of white hair turned green immediately.

The mist in the mountains must have a delicate fragrance. The umbrella passed through the bamboo forest and brushed it. Rain falls along the umbrella cover, but it can't break the thick milky mountain fog. It just smacked and fell on the ground full of dead leaves.

The fog in the mountains has an indescribable magic. She is as smooth as a hairspring. You can't hold her, but you can only feel her wiping your cheek. She is a fountain and people always want to "drink" her.

Pink azaleas seen on sunny days are not as beautiful as alpine azaleas wrapped in dense fog. There is a faint pink in the hazy green, which is also a kind of beauty.

Under the blue sky, the protruding mountain bag is not green, but a little gray in dark green. In this deep scenery, even the birds stopped singing. It's so quiet around, only the sound of rain is still spinning alone.

The leisurely mountain fog still pervades the forest, and the rain is deafening. This gorgeous color makes all living things yearn for it. Thanks to nature, she shaped it with her magical hands.