Weather in red mist

All the prose fragments of famous artists are too short, you can combine them yourself.

It rained in Mao Mao in mid-April. The sun shines, and the autumn wind sends cool. The young leaves are still small, but there are some green leaves everywhere. Shy Chunyang only gently leaned out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the figures and shadows on the ground were very weak. The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink was swaying in the wind and rain, like a weak village girl, dressed simply and beautifully.

The weather is intoxicating warmth, which happens to be the season when cherry blossoms fall out. The fine sand pavement is covered with messy pink flowers, some of which are hung on the paved green grass. Several pear trees are also dotted with white petals. The hills in the north and west are covered with light blue clothes schools, and swallows jump back and forth in the forest. This is the last spring of a good year, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere, which makes people linger.

The scenery along the road is really good. The midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River was once a paradise on earth. There is no barren land along the way, only green rice, green trees and green mulberry trees. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with thick lotus leaves and tiny rhombic leaves floating on the water.

The sun shone through the dense leaves of elm trees and cast shadows on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brought the new fragrance of wheat and wormwood. Late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons and the best days of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and there is still some cyan in the field, so people are not too busy.

On both sides of the river, even the mountains are deep blue. The mountains are often covered with white snow, but the river is as clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the water and mountains, and realizing the bravery of sailors in their work and diet, I can't help smiling often in loneliness!

A river of autumn water is still clear and blue. The autumn mountains on both sides of the strait are still welcoming people gracefully. When the Cangjiang River bends, there are nine clusters of reeds and several curved villages dotted there. When you are sitting in the cabin, as long as you look up, you will see the red leaves of Chinese tallow trees on the river bank and the green hills in the sky not far away.

The sound of waves lapping on rocks and beaches is endless. The water spray is almost like a white line, rushing from a distance, slamming on the shore, making a rhythmic splash, then bubbling and disappearing between the sand and stones. A row of waves in the back followed. ...

Although the current water has been liberated from the mountains compared with the upstream, it is still quite turbulent, so it is still quite unrestrained. The river is quite vast, and there are always large and small islands, wearing new miscellaneous trees. Although spring and summer are green, winter becomes a sparse cold forest. The water color, except the red in the summer flood period, is thick sky blue. The sound of the beach, far and near, has been singing.

Moonlight filled the garden, the distant Woods were covered with silver brilliance, and thick shadows were baked in the Woods, 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.

(Autumn River by Yu Dafu)

The moon will come 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.

(Falloman? Roland: mother and son)

The mist dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered 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: "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-Day Tour of the Yangtze River

What separates everyone from me is the fog all over the sky, whether it is high-rise buildings like vehicles and crowded pedestrians on the water; Everything no longer exists, even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.

Jin yi de Wu

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.

Wang Xiyan's "Warm Spring"

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

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.

Lin Qingxuan's impression of He Huan

Blue denim

At the beginning of April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds. Gardens, like women, are elaborately decorated to welcome summer festivals. 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.

Madame Bovary by Flaubert (France)

Summer fog

Summer nights are short and dawn is early. 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

Broomes-Deom

That was yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountains and seas were covered with hot fog, and there were sticky and dirty things everywhere. 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.

The bleak autumn wind in Yang Shuo

Winter fog

Did the winter fog in London 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 London Diaries

rime

Dawn 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.

Zhou Keqin's Xu Mao and His Daughters

Blue mist

Pale blue mist rises from the grass, 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"

Gray fog

Gray 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 Mountain Shadow

Cold fog

A white cold fog hangs over the high red brick wall and the main road outside the brick wall of the arsenal, and hangs over the vast airport of the Ministry of Aviation 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 Hunhe Storm

fog

The valley is full of long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest and not getting it. 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.

Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities

thick fog

The drizzle that turned into a dense fog wrapped 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

The sun went down; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories. Shortly after dark, the slope was brightly lit. The dense fog seems to cover a bottomless abyss. ...

Chekhov is in the canyon.

Mountain fog

Suddenly, the fog started, and it was a mass. 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 Reading Mountains

In the early morning, the mountains are filled with white fog. The Great Wall of Wan Li, which is blue and gray, is like a dragon, descending with the mountain and diving into the vast sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating in the waves.

Political "Village Folk Songs" of the Motherland

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 Beginning of the Storm

Fog on the lake

Thick clouds fall on the lake, that is, fog, gray fog, water vapor, like a big smoke bubble on the wasteland, bath water in winter, dark, engulfing the distant mountains 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 Wang Yang in the puddle

Looking at Taihu Lake in the south, I can't tell what shape it is. I just feel that an open area on the other side seems to be woven by countless silver threads in Qian Qian. There are bright moonlight, silver arrows reflected by lake waves, and thick, translucent and semi-viscous lake fog and smoke. If you jump south hard, this transparent white net will surely be melodious.

Yu Dafu's sentimental journey

Fog in the forest

Every morning, he walked along a winding path into the fog of the big forest, as if he had walked into 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 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 being generated. ...

Yin's "Fog Mountain Yellow"

Fog on the grassland