What poems describe foggy days?

1, "The pride of a fisherman meets clouds"

Tang Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The sky met clouds and fog. The galaxy wants to turn to Qian Fan. As if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, Wen Tian asked me where to go.

I report the long night and study poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng is a positive move. Let the wind calm down and the ship will blow away the three mountains!

Today is a foggy day, with fog in the morning. The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the emperor sent a message to invite them sincerely. The emperor sent a message to invite each other in good faith and asked politely, do you have a home?

I went back to Heaven and said, It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and the sunset is not early. It's no use learning to write poems, and it's no use having wonderful sentences praised by others. Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high. Wind! Please don't stop, take me straight to Penglai Sanxian Island with this canoe!

2. Yongfeng

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo?

Su Su is cool and beautiful, and my forest is clean.

Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.

There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.

The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.

In the hot early autumn, a cool breeze blew, and the forest in the valley suddenly became cool. It blew away the smoke in the mountain, swept away the fog in the mountain, and exposed the houses beside the mountain stream.

The cool breeze comes and goes without a trace, but its blowing seems to be very emotional and comfortable. When the red sun sets in the west and the mountains and rivers are silent, it blows from the pine forest, and the sound is like pines.

3. Jianglin is delicious

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring. Who are you haggard and spoiled for? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows when the fragrance will blow out? Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.

There are many floors in the yard. Clouds cluster the attic windows, and a faint mist permeates around, but spring comes late. Missing makes your face haggard, and you can only get together in a dream at night, and the sunny plum branches are also in the season of germination.

Plum blossoms are graceful and graceful, and the Qiangdi in the south building should not play a sad tune. I don't know how many clubs have been blown off. Warm spring wind, don't let time come to apricot blossom season.

4. Tafloxacin Chenzhou Youth Hostel

Song Dynasty: Qin Guan?

The fog is gone, and the moon is gone. 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 mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?

Foggy, the balcony is difficult to distinguish, the moonlight is hazy, and the ferry is hidden. Looking around the world, the ideal peach blossom garden is nowhere to be found. How can you stand living alone in a lonely hostel? The spring is chilly, the sun is setting, and the cuckoo mourns!

The news of distant friends sent me warm care and instructions, but it added to my deep feelings of parting. Chen Qiang, you can flow around your mountain. Why do you want to flow to Xiaoxiang?

5. Haitang

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.

I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.

The east wind blew away the faint clouds, revealing the moon, which was faint. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard. Because I was just afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, I lit a tall candle and refused to miss the opportunity to enjoy the blooming begonia.