Good words and sentences to describe morning fog

1. What are some good words and sentences about morning fog?

Dawn, as thin as a cicada.

Shy morning light, dribs and drabs, soaked the konoha.

A loud whistle from the tent broke the silence. Yaks and sheep filed out and stepped into the clear and beautiful green plain.

Dew, blinking bright eyes, quietly hidden;

Quiet and lush water plants are singing and dancing, waiting for the early herd.

Pastoral notes, stained with gorgeous light.

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Chaoyang slowly poked its head out, stroking the graceful shepherdess with warm and loving palms, and faintly rippling on her rosy cheeks, rippling with fresh yearning for a new day.

The whip whipped gently and smartly in the wet sky, and the shepherd said in a unique way: Good morning!

Grazing jubilant cattle and grazing a rich life!

Pastoral notes filled the singer's pure vision.

2. What are some good words to describe morning fog? Morning grazing is as thin as cicadas.

Shy morning light, dribs and drabs, soaked the konoha. A loud whistle from the tent broke the silence.

Yaks and sheep filed out and stepped into the clear and beautiful green plain. Dew, blinking bright eyes, quietly hidden; Quiet and lush water plants are singing and dancing, waiting for the early herd.

Pastoral notes, stained with gorgeous light. ..... Chaoyang slowly poked its head out, stroking the graceful shepherdess with warm and loving palms, and the fresh yearning for a new day rippled on her rosy cheeks.

The whip whipped gently and smartly in the wet sky, and the shepherd said in a unique way: Good morning! Grazing jubilant cattle and grazing a rich life! Pastoral notes filled the singer's pure vision.

3. Write about the morning fog. In the morning, open the curtains and windows. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant and elegant earthy breath came to my face.

Spring comes so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wild flowers and rape flowers are blooming everywhere, and everything is bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl's light singing and dancing, which is very lovely.

Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and temptation of life.

The spring morning touched the hope in my heart and inspired the enthusiasm of life.

In the morning, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Birds and flowers are singing here, birds and flowers are singing. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

4. What fog shadows seem to have brought me into an illusory fairyland? I feel as if I am roaming between heaven and earth, and white fog like a veil keeps drifting in front of my eyes, little by little, wisps by wisps, filled with smoke and dust, picturesque. I reached out to touch it, haha, I caught it. Just when I looked at it carefully, it had slipped away. Its shadow is everywhere, but I can't figure out where it is. I really don't know its true face.

1. In the fog, I saw chaos, and I couldn't see anything. The trees, houses and mountains in the distance look like veils. The fog is getting heavier and heavier. First, it floats in wisps, and then it flows in droves, making the earth fuzzy and dark. Everything in front of me is shrouded in a misty morning fog. The sun rises slowly, leaving only a red glow, with a faint light in confusion.

2. When I get up in the morning and go out, it's all white. Whether it's a day or not, it seems that several layers of gauze curtains have been drawn. It is light, delicate and greasy, and it is confusing to brush water, wood, grass, house and people, just like a fairyland and a maze. Everything is wrapped in white fog.

The shadow of fog seems to have brought me into an unreal fairyland. I feel as if I am roaming between heaven and earth, and the white fog like a veil is constantly drifting in front of my eyes, a little bit, a wisp of smoke, picturesque. I reached out to touch it, haha, I caught it. Just when I looked at it carefully, it had slipped away. Its shadow is everywhere, but I can't figure out where it is. I really don't know its true face.

The fog in Shuangfeng Mountain is beautiful. She is like a classical girl, gently shaking a wisp of plain scroll, attracting tourists' obsession. This kind of beauty is simply incomparable. I don't know whether the morning fog holds up the twin peaks or the twin peaks keep the morning fog. In a word, mountains, forests and fog are inseparable. Walking in the morning fog, everything is pleasing to the eye.

As soon as the rain stopped, fog poured out of the hidden valley. At first, it smelled like gauze and smoke in the kitchen. She touched us gently. As soon as the rain stopped, fog poured out of the hidden valley. At first, it smelled like gauze and smoke in the kitchen. She touched us gently and instantly drowned everything in front of her. Looking down at the vast sea of clouds at the moment, looking up at the towering peaks is like a boat in the surging river. Mountains float in the clouds, and people travel in the world of painting.

5. A good sentence describing fog is a good opportunity to see flowers in the fog.

Looking at the moon in the water gives people a fresh and elegant feeling. Although it is not true, it feels beautiful and comfortable.

Maybe fog can test our feelings. When our eyes misjudge what is in front of us, our inner eyes must be sharp.

Dance is very ethereal. It is the strong people in the world who have found their way in the dance.

It is the brave who go forward bravely on the road. Life is like fighting bravely in the sea.

Rushing out of the rope of the soul, you reach the other side of vitality. The fog passed through Qutang Gorge, eight kilometers away, and the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. At the top of the canyon, there are several golden clouds floating in the blue sky, and a ray of sunshine falls on the cliff on the left like lightning.

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 bloom, a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower bed. 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.

6. What are the sentences describing morning fog? When the whole city was hiding in the morning, I found the elf coming quietly.

The dense fog is like a milky veil, mysterious, hazy and blurred. A feeling that the sun is alive and the reality is far away from you arises spontaneously. This solemnity and trance can not help but remind people of a fairyland, which is a realm that can be touched and imagined.

The fog in the morning, feeling close at hand, always makes me have an impulse to reach out and touch. If I do, it's just in vain. Walking in the fog, people can't see clearly from a distance. The sky is gray and seems to be closer to the ground. People say watching fog is like reading a poem. Fog not only painted my mood with a layer of color, but also gave me a lofty artistic conception when reading this song. I have also shuttled through the fog of life countless times, lost my way and lost my mind.

The sky turned white and the fog became thicker. A thick mass of white rose with the fog and filled the whole road. Eyes can only be locked in a few steps, it is difficult to know what is ahead. The foggy morning air is particularly fresh, and my sister and I breathe the oxygen in this field deeply and shallowly. I walked lightly on the dewdrop-covered field road, and the mist kissed my cheek and brushed my hair lightly, and got into my heart with a hint of freshness and coolness, like a wisp of clear spring flowing gently. I am wandering in the morning fog, enjoying the vagaries of the fog, and my heart is full of a kind of comfort, a kind of enjoyment, an extremely hazy and elegant enjoyment. I dare not take a deep breath for fear of disturbing this unique silence. Looking at such a beautiful scene, I began to doubt my eyes.

Is this fog? Like a galaxy flowing in the mountains; Clearly a warm woman, snuggling up to Shan Ge; Obviously like an elegant dancer, she gave full play to her versatility. She waved a ribbon and danced slowly to the top of the mountain.

Near, I can smell her fragrance; Near, I can hear her breathing; Near, I can feel her refreshing hug. I am intoxicated! It seems that I drifted to a higher place with her to meet the warm sunshine.

Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded, 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. The sun came out, the fog quietly receded, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

The car increased its horsepower and ran faster. We breathe the air of fog bath cake and feel very cool psychologically.

7. Good sentences describing fog are urgently needed. Wang Xiyan's "Spring Comes Back to the Warm Earth"

fog

Like a veil, 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 ode to fog yarn

morning mist

The night fog slowly fades and turns white, like flowing transparent body, and the East turns 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.

Repeat "Morning in Shanghai"

I don't know when the fog started. 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.

There is no navigation mark on Yede River.

One foggy morning, I came to the levee. 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 is very thick. 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 in Jinghu Lake

night mist

Once I walked back to Song Xue Building from the ski club, I suddenly noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dissipated. This is really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, and the fog flows spontaneously, from ears to 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.

8. Who can give me some good words and sentences about fog? The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for? -Qin Guan "Walking on the sand, the fog lost the tower"

Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog (Tang Bai Juyi)

Flowers and bright moon are dark, flying in the light fog. Tonight, I'd better go to Lang's place. I'm wearing socks and walking shoes.

The fog is gone, and the moon is gone (off)

Du Fu, the second trilogy on December 1st.

The sky is cold, the mountains are blue, and the river in front of the building is foggy. The well produces negative salt, and the girl in the stream drums to send the boat.

The new pavilion looks at the scenery, and Maoling writes books to quench his thirst. Spring flowers are colorful, and Chuke widex will meet each other.

The Night Talk in Jianglou is all Song Poems —— Bai Yuchan

The river fog in autumn is white, and the night rain is blue. Nine days without dreams, this road rewards the morning star.

The sea is red, and the river fog haunts the jade building. In front of Zishan Hall, spring comes early, and a plum flower in the palace sweeps the side.

9. Good words and sentences describing the sunrise (French) Mo Bosang's "life" began to dawn. On the clean blue sky, a piece of rose slowly spread like a veil.

The blue morning light quietly passes through the steep mountain pass, as if looking for something forgotten here yesterday; It passed through the trees, even slipped under the fallen leaves, and traveled all over the corner, dressing up the earth and letting it dress up to welcome the arrival of the sun. "The Lost Donkey" Vicente Riva Palacio (Mexico) At sunrise, I saw the most magnificent and magnificent sunrise scene ... Suddenly, a thin parabola rose from the dark blue clouds, bright red, shining with golden light, like a boiling solution, and then rushed up like a rocket.

Then it dawned on me that this was the moment when generate came out of the night sky in bright daytime. Then several redder and brighter fragments flashed through the gaps of several Yun Lan flowers.

I was surprised at first. I wonder what this is. Look again, several small pieces break through the clouds, closely connected, merged and jumped out. So the sun came out. Bright and dazzling, the fire is generally bright red and the fire is generally strong. Unconsciously, all the darkness was immediately illuminated by it.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the wings of the plane were red, and the faces of every sleeper in the cabin were red. Liu Huangshan Sunrise We waited for about half an hour at dawn, only to see the rising sun showing a small corner, reflecting the morning glow, like molten steel just pouring out of a blast furnace, radiant, making people dare not open their eyes and look straight.

After a while, the red sun rose slowly, shining in the sea of clouds, colorful and brilliant. At that time, it happened that there was a strong mountain wind blowing, the clouds were scattered, the peaks and valleys were green, and they were hidden in the colorful sea of clouds, changing rapidly, just like the patterns on the brocade, each with its own merits.

Such a beautiful scenery is hard to see even in color pictures and movies. Huang's Autumn Tour of Huangshan Mountain At sunrise in Tianzhu Mountain, we took advantage of the moonlight, set foot on beige stone steps, crossed the river, climbed the Dansha Peak and came to the Sunwatch Pavilion.

The pavilion is about 10 square meters, small and elegant, with cylindrical columns and cornices at four corners. But the best place to watch the sunrise is the raised square rock.

Many spectators have gathered in the pavilion, and people sitting or standing on the rocks in the square are looking east. Except for a few low peaks, there is an endless clearing in front.

The tour guide said: this is the intersection of water and diving in Anhui, and the Yangtze River bends slightly on the horizon. At this time, the east is about to break dawn, and the dawn is gradually exposed, and the twilight is slightly exposed. The sky is like a white fish belly.

The peaks below are shadowy and confusing, just like a paper-cutting master with unique skills. The tour guide pointed to a mountain shadow and said, "Look, that's the reclining Buddha discovered by tourists not long ago. Your newspaper in Shanghai sent a message! " "Just then, I heard someone cheering in the distance. Looking back, there are tourists watching the sunrise on the mountain behind them. They looked down and saw the sunrise first.

When I look forward, the east glows with morning glow. In an instant, Tianyu became a colorful and magnificent world. The colorful clouds are shining golden red, like a huge carp covered with golden scales, lying across the sky. Then, the golden light burst and the crowd cheered in unison, but a fireball rose in Ran Ran. At this time, all kinds of golden light dispersed the clouds, the sky was full of colorful clouds and rainbows, and the sleeping Buddha seemed to wake up, radiant and flushed.

Looking back, the towering Tianzhu peak behind me is covered with roses. Between the peaks, the silver edge stands up, flashing like a golden snake dancing wildly ... A new day has begun. Zhu Yafu's "Watching Sunrise on Tianzhu Mountain" Alishan waits and waits, and the sky is from dawn to light blue.

Everyone stared at the opposite mountain with rapt attention. The peak of the Central Mountains lit up, and then it was radiant, just in the blink of an eye, like a rising sun. First, a corner, a semicircle, a whole circle, and then 10 thousand golden lights are thrown into the earth. The mountains are bright, the valleys are bright, the streams are bright, the fields are green and the sun shines on the earth. It's another brand-new day! Bao Xiaohui's "Alishan Past and Present" On the morning of sunrise in Poyang Lake, you can take a tour bus and visit Hanpokou. If the weather is fine, you can also see the sunrise in Poyang Lake.

On the horizon where the water meets the sky, it changes from light blue to light yellow, and then from light yellow to deep red, deep red and golden red, followed by golden light, and a brilliant sunrise suddenly emerges! At the moment, the whole Poyang Lake is full of vitality, with Jin Lang flashing and white sails rippling on the blue lake. Let's take a look at the towering Wulao Peak on the left and the steep Lijian Mountain at the cold slope on the right. Ah, Baili Poyang Lake was taken in the crack between these two mountains, hence the name Hanpokou.

On Lushan Lake in Chen Zufen, at sunrise, a crow under the dimly discernible peak awakened the lakes and mountains. After the sun woke up, before it jumped out of the lake, it quickly radiated all kinds of dazzling brilliance of white, orange and rose to the clouds at high altitude.

In an instant, over the lakes and mountains, thousands of rays of sunshine suddenly spread out. The bright-eyed lark, flying from the camphor tree, is spinning like a top, spinning high in the morning sky of Wan Li.

Mandarin ducks and wild ducks who spent the night under the beach and rocks also broke through the morning glow and flew to the deep water in the middle of the lake in droves. Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News" sea sunrise sky turned light blue, very shallow; In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light.

I knew the sun would rise from the sky, so I stared at it. Sure enough, after a while, a small part of the sun appeared there. Red is very red, but there is no light.

The sun is like carrying a heavy burden, rising slowly step by step, trying to rise above it. Finally, it broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely. That color is very lovely red.

In an instant, this crimson thing suddenly gave off a dazzling light, which stung people's eyes and made the nearby clouds shine. Ba Jin's Sunrise at Sea was dyed orange at the celestial pole of Oriental Water, dyed orange for a while, and then darkened, from dark to light gray.

In this light gray, a semi-circular light red color wheel lamp is slowly baked, and half of it is bright red and fresh under the wheel lamp.