The description of winter fog is 600 words.

1. The composition describing winter fog is more than 500 words.

The handover ceremony of autumn and winter is going on in the fog. There is no bright sunshine, no beautiful music, only misty mist to welcome the arrival of winter.

On my way to school, I saw the fog hanging over the earth. Everything is veiled and foggy, and I can't see the road ahead at all. I seem to have stepped on a cloud. Am I going to the Heavenly Palace? Steal the elixir of the old gentleman, and I will become an immortal? Trees on the roadside are playing hide-and-seek with us, flickering. I can only see the shadows slowly passing by the car. /kloc-within 0/0 meters, the lights are flashing, and the fog is like a burst of smoke and traffic.

When I came to school, I looked into the distance from the corridor and saw nothing. You can't even see the fields near the fence, only white. The campus has become so foggy that you can only hear the sound of reading in the classroom, and you can see the students in the classroom from a distance.

I can't help popping up my little head in the morning self-study class. There is a white curtain in front of the mountain, and there is no noise. One integrated mass with the sky, like a white satin floating into the distance. I reached out and touched a handful of fog, which was not as soft as I thought. But like air, it is invisible and impenetrable.

After the second class, the curtain in front of the mountain slowly opened, as if a wonderful performance was about to be staged.

After the third class, the fog cleared completely. The mountain was restored to its original appearance, only wearing a gauze hat on its head. After the fog, every living thing in rice fields, mountains and even the earth is full of vitality and brings a good mood!

Ah! I love you in the winter fog! Love your mysterious beauty, love your ethereal beauty, love your unpretentious beauty ~

2. The composition "Winter Fog" "Ding, Ding, Ding", the crisp and loud alarm clock * * * interrupted my sweet dream.

I rubbed my eyes and barely woke up. Lying in bed, you can see the thick fog all over the sky through the glass window.

I get up at once, get dressed and get ready to go out and see the foggy scenery. I walked out of the door curiously and got into the fog.

Ah, it's amazing! I saw the fog like white gauze all over the sky surrounded me, and I couldn't tell the four directions of east, west, north and south. This fog is really unpredictable.

It will become thicker in the future; Fade for a while; Turn milky white for a while; Turn white for a while; After a while, one after another, one after another, one after another, will reunite and integrate into a large piece; After a while, a large piece was scattered into a ball, one grain, one grain. When I opened it, I couldn't help but reach out my hands and bow quickly.

Huh? Why is it missing? A string of big question marks appeared in my mind. Oh, so the fog has slipped through my fingers.

This fog is really like a child playing with leather. I took a gentle breath of fog and felt cool and comfortable.

Suddenly, a kind of warmth has been flowing from the mouth to the heart. I sniffed around again, and a fresh air with a little dust went straight to my nostrils, which made me refreshed.

Looking up, the car that used to run on the road is now a black shadow on the foggy road. I can't see the real shape and color clearly, only the sound of motor and horn can be heard.

Pedestrians walk slowly on the sidewalk, but they can't see their faces, only hear the laughter and laughter of pedestrians. The majestic and tall Wang Longshan is completely surrounded by a layer of fog, leaving only some seemingly small shadows.

At this time, a strange imagination appeared in my mind. You see, the foggy scene is not a white sky? Isn't that tree like the flat peach tree of the Queen Mother? Isn't that a horse-drawn carriage? Is it God's mercy to let me live in heaven? Fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, but as gentle as a loving mother.

He gently stroked our cheeks, giving me a cold feeling and refreshing. Never dress up your own fog, there is not a flower, a grain, a fragrance, but it permeates between heaven and earth with its milky white, which makes people feel endless.

Suddenly I feel like a fog, floating around in the air with my friends. Fog is like a group of children playing on the ground. Ah, the fog is so beautiful! I really like it.

3. Write a composition about fog, no less than 600 words. Maybe it's because the previous experience is too complicated, maybe it's because of the scenery and interest in my youth, or maybe it's because of my mood for so many years. There has always been a shadow of fog in my dream.

Autumn is getting higher and higher. Looking out, there is a mature smell: in a large paddy field, the green clothes have already been replaced by gold, and the full ears of rice bend the waist of rice straw. The wind is blowing, it is the crisp sound of rustling rice ears, as if singing and waving.

When I opened the door in the morning, a stream of white smoke drifted into the room with the crack of the door, accompanied by a chilling shiver, and it was foggy again. When I said this, my tone was very dull, without surprise, joy or disgust. The weather at this time is so unpredictable that it is a common calm for adults.

But for us children, the fairyland-like morning fog, preferably bigger and thicker, can often bring us a happy mood. Because this fog is our nature to hide when we are naughty.

After the sun gets up lazily, a little dazzling light shines on the face through the veil of mist. It is a long-lost smile, as if it were a long-lost reunion, warm and kind.

This misty state is the most beautiful, just like the hazy feelings between two people. Because there is always a kind of * * *-you are willing to sit in the curtain and fiddle with the piano. I lowered my hand to pull the curtain and decided to listen to this song quietly. Even if the song is over, I will still enjoy this bosom friend for a long time.

When the grass on the ridge is all yellow, the fog in late autumn is much stronger than before. I often hear the voice of the opposite person, but I can't see his face. I speak through the fog, as if I were talking to people in another world. Some are illusory, some are far away, but those words and laughter are clear realities. A person, walking on the ridge in the country, suddenly felt lonely and afraid, so he made an appointment with two or three playmates, carrying schoolbags, and went to school together. However, on the way to school, I am not so honest. I like naughty after all. So, sneak into the orchard by the road, because of the fog cover, pick up one or two late-maturing fruits, or find a crab taking a nap in the ditch, pick up two crabs, tie them with straw, and wait until noon to go home, so that mommy can steam them and have a nice bite.

This kind of fog, always wait until near noon to see the sun, and, at first, it is just a pink, faint circle, behind the fog, always can't jump in front. However, because of its appearance, people's horizons are gradually broadened, and they can vaguely see the farther scenery, and later, they can vaguely recognize the farther crops! Slowly, the color of the red ball began to be colorful and became a mixture of gold and red. It has got into the tent from behind the dense fog, and its light is a bit dazzling. After a while, it ran to the fog curtain! The red ball turned into a golden ball with makeup, trying to radiate its light and heat in the seemingly empty veil. People's topic has also shifted from fog and lunch to wider harvesting and sowing.

A certain state of life is probably similar ―― I am opposite you and you are by my side, but we have never met, or we can't hug. Then, I continued to sing a shallow oratorio and reveled in it, but in the end, I couldn't see you clearly.

Life in the fog, looking at the moon in the water, dreaming, leisurely and comfortable; Life in the fog is beautiful and regrettable, so we must hold a peaceful heart.

4. About the Arrival of Winter 600 words Interest in Winter Grandpa hurriedly took over Miss Qiu's class and came to our side. It brings the scene of cold wind and dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming! When I get up in the morning, the sky is foggy. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly for dozens of steps. From the dense fog, only the buildings and trees in front can be seen vaguely. In the fog, we can hear cars, but we can't see people. Only the headlights are flashing like eyes. Winter brings cold everywhere, even when there is no wind, it is dry and cold. Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and turned yellow. The flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind. In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the national flag station on campus, the green figure is flashing. They are rows of slender cypresses, and they are so rich and green in the cold winter. There are many cycads planted by the river. Its slender leaves sparkle green in the severe winter. It adds green to the white winter and embellishes the cold winter. Early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere. Young people dress like athletes and are full of energy. They are running and jumping, full of energy and blood. Old people also go out of their homes, reaching out from time to time, kicking and jumping, radiant. I like winter because it can temper people's will and make them stronger. Winter has finally arrived.

The fog in winter morning is really changeable.

Some are like the snowy Changbai Mountain, and some are like the fragrant Xiangshan with red leaves. Fog is floating under your feet, and people seem to be able to walk on the ground and relax.

It is like a torrent, flowing in all directions. Our family went for a walk in the street.

I won't feel cold because of activities. Walking in the street, we saw pedestrians wrapping their clothes tightly.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew, and I shrank my hand, but I still felt very cold. Mother always wraps a down jacket around her body to keep warm.

Dad is the last person in my family who is not afraid of the cold. He wrapped his clothes up, but it was too cold. Our family is like a turtle, almost sticking its head into its clothes.

However, the first thing that makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the changeable clouds in the morning. Some are like the snowy Changbai Mountain, and some are like the fragrant Xiangshan with red leaves.

This fog is really white! White as a piece of white gauze, just like the newly fallen snow, so clean and moist, it has a unique look; What a quiet fog! It's so quiet that you can't feel it fluttering, but it seems to make you intoxicated; What a fog! It's too big to see the edge with the naked eye, which only makes you feel that it is so vast that it covers the whole world like a big screen.

I like winter morning, and I also like winter morning fog.

6. It is foggy in winter. In winter, as long as the word is mentioned, it seems that people will immediately think of snow in winter. Is there no other beauty except snow in winter? No, in everyone's mind, the scenery in my hometown is the best-any scenery will do. I'm not included.

Compared with the dry, cold and windy winter in the north, the hilly terrain in my hometown makes my hometown particularly warm, humid and warm. Generally speaking, my hometown is a place suitable for people to live in.

In this excellent environment, there will be a little fog occasionally in the early morning of winter. The hazy fog gives people a feeling of confusion, and the beautiful scenery under the fog makes people relaxed and happy. I just opened my hazy eyes that day and came to the window. What I saw was a vast expanse of whiteness, and I couldn't find any other colors.

Suddenly, a few car noises came from my ears, as if I saw several cars driving sparsely on the road under white fog, which brought you into the imaginary space. But when I came to my senses, I thought it was white. White makes people fall into that mystery, and I don't know what to do ... the sun rises gradually and the fog dissipates gradually.

When I come to the street, I can vaguely see the beautiful scenery around me: the warmth comes directly from the cracks in the trees, reflecting my face, warm and gentle, and also reflecting the crystal dew, making the green trees look like babies who have just woken up, blinking their blurred eyes, and there are crystal tears hanging under the corners of their eyes. How lovely! When I came to the lawn, I looked from a distance, as if I was covered with a thick quilt by the withered grass in winter. At first glance, it turned out to be dew, * * * *, which added a bit of interest to the silent lawn. Looking at those lovely silvery whites, you can't help reaching out and touching them gently.

At this time, those silvery whites have been rushing to you for a long time, making you smell the fog in winter. Looking at the river, I saw the river swaying in the dispersed fog, which seemed a little ethereal, as if in a dream.

It is the mirror-like lake that shines sunlight into my eyes. I looked at the flowing river and remembered that the river in my hometown was always so cheerful and lively.

A dead leaf floated on the water, just floating around, floating ... The fog gradually dispersed, and everything in the morning appeared in front of everyone, as if no one had noticed the difference in that scene, and everyone was busy, but everyone knew in their hearts that winter in their hometown was unique and always the most beautiful.

Write a composition about winter fog in more than 7.400 words. Get up early in the morning, walk in the street, covered with tulle, shallow and faint smoke blowing head-on, with a little chill, the fog sticks to my face, moist, slippery and cool ... permeates my heart, feeling fresh and comfortable.

The morning mist permeates between heaven and earth, like a huge gauze falling from the sky, elegant and graceful, embracing the trees and houses on the street and the world's red dust, making it as illusory as a mirage. Pedestrians on the road, shadowy and foggy, feel like they have entered a fairyland full of hazy poetry. Occasionally I hear voices and walks, but I can't see anyone, just like whispering, vaguely. This rich winter fog, with ethereal and elegant white, outlines such a mysterious and beautiful world.

Winter fog is the spirit of winter, a little Zen. She is elegant as an angel, indifferent as a hermit and free from the world of mortals, maintaining her own peace and serenity. In the pale morning fog, only when you calm down and throw yourself into it with a calm heart can you feel the joy of the changing sea.

"Dense caves and valleys, and the distant origin is flat. At first glance, it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it also reflects the suspicion of a mirage. " Only by looking at the winter fog above the mountain peak can we truly feel the heroic artistic conception in Ode to Fog by Su Weidao in the Tang Dynasty. Not long ago, I went to Lushan Mountain. When I got up early in the morning, Lushan Mountain was foggy, thin and faint, and the sun did not know where to hide.

Clouds walk in the fog, and hearts float in the sky. I hugged and kissed the fog all the way, just like walking hand in hand. In a trance, it seems that fog is me and I am fog. Fog swims in the forest, Shan Ye and ravines, looming and unreal, as described in Xi Murong's When the Fog Begins: "When the fog rises, I am in your arms, and this forest is full of moist fragrance ..." It can really be said that "people stay in the scenery, and dense fog is everywhere".

It is foggy in the morning, and the weather will be fine for a long time. When the first morning glow rose in Ran Ran, the fog changed from thick to light, and gradually drifted away, and the world was suddenly enlightened. The sunny world on weekdays became more and more soft and beautiful, and the mood in winter became particularly warm. I am deeply intoxicated by this gentle morning mist, a clear and quiet winter morning.

It is foggy in winter.

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In winter, as long as the word is mentioned, it seems that people will immediately think of snow in winter. Is there no other beauty except snow in winter? No, in everyone's mind, the scenery in my hometown is the best-any scenery will do. I'm not included.

Compared with the dry, cold and windy winter in the north, the hilly terrain in my hometown makes my hometown particularly warm, humid and warm. Generally speaking, my hometown is a place suitable for people to live in. In this excellent environment, there will be a little fog occasionally in the early morning of winter. The hazy fog gives people a feeling of confusion, and the beautiful scenery under the fog makes people relaxed and happy.

I just opened my hazy eyes that day and came to the window. What I saw was a vast expanse of whiteness, and I couldn't find any other colors. Suddenly, a few car noises came from my ears, as if I saw several cars driving sparsely on the road under white fog, which brought you into the imaginary space. But when I came to my senses, I felt it was white. White made people fall into mystery and disappeared. ...

The sun rose and the fog gradually dispersed. When I come to the street, I can vaguely see the beautiful scenery around me: the warmth comes directly from the cracks in the trees, reflecting my face, warm and gentle, and also reflecting the crystal dew, making the green trees look like babies who have just woken up, blinking their blurred eyes, and there are crystal tears hanging under the corners of their eyes. How lovely!

When I came to the lawn, I looked from a distance, as if I was covered with a thick quilt by the withered grass in winter. At first glance, it turned out to be dew, * * * *, which added a bit of interest to the silent lawn.

Looking at those lovely silvery whites, you can't help reaching out and touching them gently. At this time, those silvery whites have been rushing to you for a long time, making you smell the fog in winter.

Looking at the river, I saw the river swaying in the dispersed fog, which seemed a little ethereal, as if in a dream. It is the mirror-like lake that shines sunlight into my eyes. I looked at the flowing river and remembered that the river in my hometown was always so cheerful and lively. A dead leaf floated to the water, just floating around, floating. ...

The fog gradually dispersed, and everything in the morning appeared in front of everyone, as if no one had noticed the difference in that scene, and everyone was busy, but everyone knew in their hearts that winter in their hometown was unique and always the most beautiful!

9. (Winter) The Mountain in the Fog Composition 600 Climbed the "Snow Mountain" for the first time in the third grade.

There are many firsts in life, but each discovery and harvest is completely different. Students, has it ever snowed in your hometown? Have you ever climbed the snow-capped mountains? No? Shall I tell you my experience?

One morning, I just woke up from a beautiful dream and wanted to take a walk in the yard. I don't know, just when I opened the door, a cold wind blew on my face, and snowflakes were like goose feathers. There is a thick white carpet on the ground, and the huge "glacier" on the eaves seems to stab me down. Just then, a seed sprouted quietly in my heart, and I roared to the homes of some friends. I think it must be great to climb the snow mountain with some friends! On the road, it seems that there is a little hand holding my hand, which makes me run faster and faster. I found some friends. I am very excited when I listen to it. We silently established a firm belief that we must climb the snow-capped mountains.

Set out, we came to the river, the current is very fast, if we are not careful, we will be washed away. We lifted a boulder together, put it on it, and walked over carefully. At the foot of the mountain, a white "Snow Mountain" stands in front of us and is called "Snow Mountain". In fact, it is not the kind of snow peak that adults say all the year round, but it has just snowed, but it still looks very tall and majestic in the eyes of our children. It is also difficult for us to climb up when the weather is good. Today is a challenge.

We tried to climb up. The mountain road is muddy and covered with snow, which makes it more difficult to walk. It can be said that the mountain road is slippery step by step, natural and unrestrained, two steps and one slip, stylish and a little steep. We almost used our hands and feet, but we managed to climb up. We came to a forest, and the trees put on white cotton-padded jackets. There are all kinds of ice on the leaves. We continued to climb and came to a cave, which was made of many reeds overlapping and frozen. We went through caves and came halfway up the mountain. With a loud cry, a child dropped a jiaozi. Fortunately, the terrain here was flat and did not slide down, but his hands were covered with blood. He stood up in tears and said, I don't want to go. I quickly encouraged him: "We can't give up halfway. Didn't we anticipate these difficulties when we came? Are we determined to climb to the top of the mountain? Look, the elevator is right in front of you. " The other two friends also said firmly: "Yes". He said, "Well, we must climb to the top of the mountain." The four of us continued to climb hand in hand and overcame many difficulties along the way. We finally climbed to the top of the mountain, looked around and felt a sense of pride. Everyone jumped excitedly, forgetting the fatigue and pain just now. Looking from a distance, it's all white, which reminds us of the poem that Du Fu said: "It will be the peak of the mausoleum, and all the other mountains are dwarfs in the world. ? I also realized the feeling of "only remaining awn".

We learned a lot during this trip to the snow-capped mountains. Life is like this trip to the snowy mountains. Although we cut corners, as long as we are prepared, don't give up when encountering difficulties, make unremitting efforts and unite and cooperate, we will definitely overcome difficulties and reach the peak of victory!

10. Ask for a junior high school composition about fog. More than 600 words. In the early morning, mist floated on the beach, like a veil over the sea. Fog is always changing, it changes every second, like smoke, like clouds, like yarn. It is dizzying and memorable. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.

There are clouds of fog in the pond. It's a little far, and there are bushes and teaching buildings. I can't see anything clearly. Everything seems to be floating in the fog. God seems to have deliberately gone wrong, the diffuse fog covered the line of sight, and the sea was shrouded in fog. Fog hangs over the earth, and everything is as foggy as a shawl. The hills in the distance can't see the top, and the Woods seem to hide. Xiao He composition network

The fog is getting bigger and bigger, alas! The fog is really heavy. I stood on the balcony, just like standing in the sea. It's white everywhere. I looked around and saw the Drum Tower shrouded in harmony. Vaguely, like an ancient achievement in a fairyland. /kloc-The Jinling Sheet Metal Shop on the 0/7th floor can only vaguely see the shadow, but it still looks magnificent. Liang Qingshan, floating in the fog in the west, is an island in the ocean. It suddenly sank and appeared in the fog, just like a fairy mountain outside the sky. The traffic was blocked by the fog, and the car drove slowly, just like a big beetle crawling. At this time, the whole city was immersed in milky fog. Xiao He composition network

First of all, the fog in the east moves slowly, sometimes the Ran Ran rises, sometimes it falls slowly, sometimes it floats around, sometimes it floats gently, and sometimes the light is submerged and blurred. It comes and goes: sometimes it goes, sometimes it goes, sometimes it is condensed, and it is so leisurely. The fog in the east has changed, and it seems that the fog in the back direction is also attracted to drool, and soon it starts to stir, and then it wobbles. You can see them swaying, swaying and fluttering, but they all seem to be moving, up and down, which makes people puzzled. Soon, I understood, you see it rolling endlessly, rolling into a ball for a while, dissipating for a while, better than a wisp for a while, condensing for a while, rising for a while, and sinking to the ground for a while. Watching, my hands itch. Take a look. Grab it, put your hands back, look, hey! I was looking at the fog in my hand just now, but there was no trace of my hand. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.

Everything is wrapped in milky fog, and the whole world is filled with fog.