A work describing fog

In normal study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a composition describing fog that I compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Write fog 1 foggy days, we breathe turbid gas. 1952, an invisible killer in London, England, claimed 4,000 lives in five days and 8,000 lives in the next two months. It can be seen that the power of fog should also sound the alarm for us. What we need is fresh air. Please don't sacrifice your health to cure the smog for the so-called good life, start with me.

I woke up after six o'clock in the morning. Thick fog filled the space between heaven and earth, like clouds and flocs, woven into a thin veil, covering the sun and the earth. Everything in front of me only presents a gray outline. Clouds are still piling up layer by layer, getting thicker and thicker, and merging into a sea of clouds.

Clouds suddenly gather and disperse, sometimes like running horses, sometimes like grazing sheep, sometimes like flying dragons ... It's really varied and changeable.

After an hour, the dense fog gradually dispersed. There are also some dense fog hanging over the houses, and they have become a floating island in the vast sea of fog. After a while, the sun shone on the dense fog, and some dense fog that had not been shone by the sun continued to cover some houses, and it looked like a shadow on the dense fog.

Soon, the dense fog disappeared and the fiery red sun shone on the earth.

Ah, what a spectacular fog!

In the morning, I opened the door and saw nothing outside. It turned out to be foggy. Gray, I can only see my side. Everything else seems to have suddenly disappeared. Fog, like a white cloud, hit my face, cool, like a light rain.

On my way to school, I saw all the lights on the bus. I think they are not blind. But I can see them and stay away from them. Everyone walks slowly, and the foggy weather is really bad!

I said to myself, "if only it snowed, we could all have snowball fights and make snowmen." That would be great! "

Composition 4 Describe Fog When I got up this morning, I found that I didn't know when it began to fog outside, and the earth seemed to be immersed in a dream world.

I walked out of the house, as if into the clouds. The surrounding flowers and trees seem to be covered with a layer of white gauze, and all the scenery can't be seen clearly, like a thick layer of ground glass.

I walk slowly because I can only tell the distance ahead. I found that the cars in the street were also driving very slowly. I think the driver's uncle must be like me, and they should also ensure driving safety first. The world seems to be slowing down.

I don't know how long it took before the fog finally cleared away, the world became clear, flowers and trees bloomed with beautiful smiles, the vehicles returned to normal speed, and the streets became lively again.

I watched all this happily and couldn't help sighing that nature is really amazing!

Writing about Fog 5 Walking on my way to school this morning, I found that the foggy weather hit the capital again. Therefore, we have to cancel the morning exercises in Grade Three today.

But to be honest, this smog has lasted for a long time and has not yet dispersed. I'm really worried about the air in Beijing. If this continues, Beijing will really become a "smog capital", and the happiness index of Beijing residents will also drop sharply. At that time, who would like to come to Beijing?

Writing Fog 6 As soon as I got up this morning, I found there was fog outside the house. I can't see either the tree or the house. We seem to live in a fairyland in a fairy tale. My brother and I are going to school. Sitting in the car, we can't see clearly whether it is a car coming and going or a pedestrian walking on the zebra crossing.

When I got to school, the school seemed to be immersed in fog. No matter the rockery in the square in front of the school, or the teaching building and flower beds, they are all white. Fog, like a naughty child, covers everything. Everything on the earth seems to be covered with a veil, but as soon as the sun comes out, the fog slips away quietly!

When I got up in the morning and opened the window, the fog rushed into my house. Wow, I can't see the house!

White fog hangs over mountains, roads and fields like a gauze curtain.

On the high mountain, the fog is entangled, and it is impossible to tell which is the cloud and which is the fog, just like the fairy valley in the myth.

On the highway, people's eyes are covered with a thin layer of yarn by fog, and they can't see things in the distance clearly. The driver had to drive slowly, like a snail crawling on the highway. Some turn on the lights, some turn on the warning lights, and some press the car horn to remind each other-pay attention to safety!

In the wild, it's foggy and you can't see anything at a glance. Thick fog, it seems that all the monsters in Journey to the West have come out. How strange!

Early in the morning, I was walking on my way to school, and there were several layers of gauze-like Mao Mao rain in the sky.

The opposite mountain is shrouded in a thin layer of fog. After a while, the rain became smaller and bigger, and it was as beautiful as a fairyland on earth. Seen from a distance, the thin mist wraps the mountain peaks like silk woven by Vega. Recently, trees and flowers are sucking delicious nectar, and the beautiful chrysanthemum fairy nods frequently in the drizzle. I suddenly became poetic in generate and wrote a poem: The five mountains are vague, and the fog in the mountains is like a fairy tale.

At this time, the rain falls like a broken bead, nourishing everything. After a while, all this was looming and slowly disappearing.

Ah! The mountain in the fog is really beautiful, and the fog in the mountain is even more beautiful. I love the beautiful fairyland!

Writing Fog 9 Spring makes people feel warm, but spring fog makes people feel lonely. Fog is the only reason why I don't like spring. Even if everything is full of vitality and animals stop hibernating, fog makes me unhappy at all.

In spring, the fog is shrouded? Around, walking into the street, as if lost, everyone walked aimlessly; Looking out of the room is like being blind, and you can't see anything. In my eyes, the fog has changed a lot, but it always blocks others' roads, covers others' eyes, hugs the whole city fiercely like a monster, and refuses to let go, which will trap everyone in the city. Fog, also a pot of dye, dyed the original blue sky gray.

To sum up, although spring is full of vitality, small animals come out to feed in succession, but "fog" is like covering my heart, which makes me feel unhappy.

Composition describing fog 10 "Wow! It's really foggy today! Mom! Come and see! " I said excitedly.

"What's the matter?" My mother asked me doubtfully. I pulled my mother to the window and said with a smile, "Come and see!"

"ah! Such a big fog! " My mother gave up making breakfast. "Walking on the road is very troublesome ..." Mom seemed a little worried and said uneasily.

After breakfast and getting dressed, I came to the yard. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness in the distance. I can vaguely see the grass, people, cars, trees and fences nearby ... I can vaguely see the signs of roadside shops by the flashing lights.

From home, wherever I go, my eyes are hazy, just like walking into a large piece of cotton candy. People moved slowly and carefully in this dense fog, as if they had entered the "slow release" mode in an instant.

What an interesting fog!

Composition describing fog 1 1 There are all kinds of clouds in Lushan Mountain. Those clouds hanging on the mountain are like white velvet hats worn on the top of the mountain; Those clouds winding around the mid-levels are like ribbons tied around the waist. The misty valley is an endless sea; Clouds cover the mountain peak, which is also a huge canopy.

The clouds in Lushan Mountain change rapidly.

Writing about Fog 12 Fog One morning, I was dreaming a beautiful dream when my mother-in-law called out, "Get up! Foggy! " . I skid up, excitedly ran downstairs to see, wow! It's really foggy today! It's overwhelming! In the distance, Nanjing TV Tower, Customs Building and other high-rise buildings are shrouded in dense fog, and nothing can be seen. Nearby elementary schools, pine trees, vehicles and roads are still faintly visible. Sun's father, who usually gets up early, is still sleeping in. The whole city of Nanjing is covered with white gauze, and yellow lights move on the road. It must be a bus to work, and you can hear the jingle of bicycles from time to time. Shit! The highway is closed today, and dad will be late for work. Suddenly, a hazy fireball appeared in the sky, and the just arrogant fog seemed to be possessed and gradually slipped away. The earth came back to life, and the original scene became clearer and more beautiful! I sighed, "Dad, it's saved".

My hometown has many beautiful places. There are beautiful bridges, beautiful gardens, high mountains, stout trees, lingering Nanliu River, and so on … especially the changeable clouds.

There are many kinds of clouds. When the cloud fills the valley, it is like a winding river. When the cloud covers the top of the mountain, it is like a huge canopy.

Clouds change quickly. The cloud in front of us is just a beautiful little girl, and it turns into a flower in the blink of an eye. It's a lamb. Before you can see it clearly, it has become a nine-day galaxy.

All kinds of clouds are really unforgettable.

Write fog 14 in the morning, my mother woke me up. I looked outside and it was not bright. I thought my mother had the wrong time! I looked at the clock. Time to get up.

I put my schoolbag on my back and saw the advertising sign next to my house as wet as an ice cream that was about to melt.

When I arrived at the school gate, I saw my mother's hair wet, her face wet, her clothes wet and her car wet, as if she had just been washed.

It's really foggy today!

Writing fog 15 I was still sleeping in the morning, and I vaguely heard my father say, "What a big fog!" " . So I got up sideways and looked out of the window, and it happened.

I finished my breakfast quickly and walked to school with my father. There was a constant flow of traffic on the road, but they walked slowly. Looking around, everything is shrouded in thick fog. Dad told me that today's weather visibility is very low, only about 50 meters. Under my questioning, I understood what "visibility" is for the first time, that is, the farthest line of sight that I can look forward with the naked eye. Therefore, everyone should pay attention to wearing colorful clothes when it is foggy, which will help others to notice you easily.