1. Poems about the fog
Poems about the fog 1. Poems about the fog
Miasma Author: Yang Wanli
Noonday I still don’t recognize the Golden Crow, and the person across from me seems to be nothing.
The yellow grass in the twelfth lunar month is still promising, but I don’t know what it will be like in August.
Seeing the clouds and mountains in the fog is not true as promised. Author: Yang Wanli
Coming from the east, my eyes have never been cold, and I glance around at the thousands of peaks at dawn.
The weather has faded away a little, only teaching the clouds and mountains in the foggy years.
Author of Fog: Li Liang
The trees have no shadow in the stream, and the birds and falcons are unknown.
Love the flowers and keep them moist, and avoid the sun and the shadow.
Author of Fog: Li Gou
People like the light, but what is the darkness?
The trees are no longer visible, and the birds are unknown.
Love the flowers and keep them moist, and avoid the sun and the shadow.
The bottom line is that things are different, and the desire is far away.
Author of Fog: Li Qiao
Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and the Emperor of Han came out of Pingcheng. The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan Mountain is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, while Fangyu-san is lighter. If it is not a sign of a bear, I would rather think of a mysterious leopard.
Author of "Yong Mist": Su Weiwei
The mist rises from the cave and gullies, and reaches the level of Zapingchou in the distance. At first glance it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it also seems to reflect a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and the path brings smoke and blessings. Fang Xie Gongchao steps forward, and finally travels from Yanfu.
Heavy Fog Author: Qian Zhongshu
The fog has been thick like wadding for several days, and it has been known that the severe winter has made the heart of snow.
The accumulated gas entered the sky without breaking up, and the hanging clouds caused the sea and land to sink completely.
The sun is high and the shadows of the towers are faintly discernible, and people quietly hear the sounds of chickens and dogs in the distance.
The sick eye has no flowers to reward, and it is time to fly out and chant.
2. Ancient poems describing mist
The following are the following, hope you will adopt them: Miasma Author: Yang Wanli At noon, I still didn’t recognize the Golden Crow, and there seemed to be no people on the opposite side.
The yellow grass in the twelfth lunar month is still promising, but I don’t know what it will be like in August. Seeing clouds and mountains in the mist is not true as promised. Author: Yang Wanli. My eyes have never been cold since I came from the east, and I glance around at the thousands of peaks at dawn.
The weather has faded away a little, only teaching the clouds and mountains in the foggy years. Fog Author: Li Liang The trees have no shadow in the stream, and the birds and falcons are unknown.
Love the flowers and keep them moist, and avoid the sun and the shadow. Fog Author: Li Gou The light is what people like, but what is the darkness?
The trees are no longer visible, and the birds are unknown. Love the flowers and keep them moist, avoid the sun and move the shade.
The bottom line is that things are different, and the desire is far away. Fog Author: Li Qiao Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Emperor Han came out of Pingcheng.
The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan is bright. The smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, but the rain-like scattering is lighter.
If it is not a bear sign, I would rather think about the love of a mysterious leopard. Ode to the Mist Author: Su Weiwei The dense mist rises from the cave, far away from Zapingchou.
At first glance, it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it is also suspected to reflect a mirage. The forest is dense with rain, and the path is full of mist. Fang Xie Gongchao steps forward, and finally travels from Yanfu.
Heavy Fog Author: Qian Zhongshu The fog has been thick like wadding for several days, and it has been known that the severe winter has made the heart of snow. The accumulated gas entered the muddy sky without breaking up, and the drooping clouds caused the sea and land to sink completely.
The sun is high and the shadows of the towers are faintly discernible, and people quietly hear the sounds of chickens and dogs in the distance. The sick eye has no more flowers to enjoy, and I will sing when I fly six times.
Famous Quotes—— 1. Clear the clouds and see the bright moon. Note: Source: Mo Yu As the saying goes, if you are content, everything will be empty in the end.
There is a thin line between ideal and reality, keeping your mind focused and down-to-earth. Who can keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight when there is no storm or heavy rain?
The flowers bloom again but drift away. Don’t leave any regrets in this life. ——"Water Margin" Shi Naian 2. Push away the clouds and mist to see the sky, keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight.
3. The sound of loud music sweeps away the shadows, pushing aside the clouds and mist to see the blue sky.
3. What are the poems that describe the mist of mountains and rivers
What are the poems of poems that describe the mist of mountains and rivers
1. "Ten Poems in Reply to Wei Daofu's Thoughts"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Tingjian
Red leopard negative articles, late in the year, wisdom and wisdom.
If you are thirsty, you drink the mist of the Nanshan Mountains, and if you are hungry, you eat the ferns of the Western Mountains.
The sealing fox is fat and lustrous, and its eyebrows and cheeks are quite hairy.
A bottle of wine every now and then, whirling in the wind and moon.
2. "Sheng Chazi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Fenlao
I go to the road to meet the wise and return home, but I am tired of listening to the song Jinlu.
If you don’t fall in love with the flowers in Yutang, the leopard hides in the mist of the southern mountains.
When the wine is soaked and the towel is not covered, it is the place where the mantle is placed on the summer threshold.
Zi Xia did not marry anyone, so he married Shitong.
3. "Sudden Mountain Stream·The frost clears the trees and the trees fall"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xie Yi
The frost clears the trees and the trees fall, and the deep courtyard is quiet under the curtains. There are waves of cigarettes rolling on the surface of the pool, crystal clear water, and a bright mirror. The sills are repaired, the green trees are sparse, the mountains are covered with mist, the water clouds are collected, the fields are wide, the rivers are vast, and the sky is vast.
The red disappears and the jade becomes drunk, and the drunken face wakes up before the wind. The Luo curtain protects the light cold, the brocade screen is empty, and the golden furnace embers are cold. The stars are scattered across the sky, the plum blossoms are in the distance, the moon is dusk, I have a clear dream, my eyebrows are light, and there are slanting shadows outside the window.
4. "Niannujiao·Kao Youyi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Changqing
Kao Youyi, I miss the loneliness and desolate weather of Sanqiu. The smoke is falling from the trees, the fog is cold in the mountains, and it has an unusual flavor. Le Jia came to leisurely time, Liu Pu was haggard, infinitely frightened. The fairy face is fragrant and beautiful, just like the beauty of spring. The elegance is extraordinarily beautiful, the romance is brewing, and the osmanthus in front of the rock is ashamed. The message is that the hibiscus is near the water, don’t be fragrant and beautiful. One flower leans on the railing, and thousands of flowers retreat, making the poet drunk with anger. It’s easier to wait for the wind and rain and worry less.
5. "On the Bai Zi Ling Lake, and Li Gizhi"
Era: Yuan Author: Zhang Kejiu
The six bridges are picturesque, and you can see the majestic land of Zhejiang. , people are proud of themselves. Who can listen to the water flow across the lotus flowers and go on a boat to pick lotuses? Cranes dance in the clouds, the rainbow disappears and the rain subsides, and a wisp of Nanshan fog appears. The cold fragrance condenses into green, and the tender coolness fills the courtyard. I still remember the drunken man playing the flute. Since Su Lang left, there have been countless love affairs. The bright moon in the Temple of Heaven is far away from the world, and the blue bird delivers messages to others. The jade untied the chain, the book was cut and folded, and it was not placed in the place of lovesickness. In Pei Gong's pavilion, the poem is still nostalgic for the past.
4. Sentences about fog
1. The milky white fog that fills the mountains and valleys is so deep and thick, like flowing slurry, it can make people float. of.
2. The mountains and valleys are filled with milky white mist. It is so deep and thick, surging and rolling, swallowing up everything in the mountains.
3. God seems to have deliberately created a problem. The thick fog obscured the view, and the sea was completely covered by the fog curtain.
4. The thick gray fog filled the earth, as if it was hiding the mystery of the changes in nature.
5. What separates everyone from me is the fog in the sky. The tall houses and towers, the water-like vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything ceased to exist, even the arms that swayed out when I walked disappeared in the confusion.
6. This kind of fog is not patchy. It's whole. Except for your own body, everything else is fog.
7. Thick and heavy snow and fog. It was completely white, the sky was connected to the ground, the ground was connected to the sky, and nothing could be seen.
8. The fog gradually thickened, covering the sky. It covered the horizon in the distance, and even the ship was covered, and everything was lost in the white fog.
9. The fog fell heavily, pressing on my head, my shoulders, and my chest. The fog enveloped the body, the heart, and the sight. Just like in a dream, there is illusion and mist everywhere, and enchanting clouds and mist dance in the air. All over the hillside are groups of docile little sheep, snuggling and playing...
5. Poems describing the lingering mist in the mountains in the early morning
1. "Summer Moon from Lu'an" "The Boat Trip Returns Peace and Feng"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Zhidao
The stream of Yanyan River is swollen and the waves are clear, and the weather is clear and peaceful.
The dew tips are green with new bamboo, and the wind leaves are turning red and tender lotus.
The mountains in the distance outside the water are covered with heavy morning mist, and the beautiful trees along the road have lots of afternoon shadow.
My head is spinning and my boat is rocking. Is it possible to go with the pole master?
2. "Longzhou Road"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Chao Gongsu
The morning fog is heavy and the winter sun is dim.
The grass is yellow and calves are lying down, and the water is white and gulls are flying.
There are few woodcutters and herders in the wild, and few business travelers are in retreat.
My wife and children are here, and I look forward to my return from afar.
3. "Morning Fog"
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Yang Shen
Xuan Ming is the festival, and white mist covers the morning.
The bright moon is hazy in the pavilion, and the clear frost is warm against the bridge.
The icy water is used to weave water, and the flowers are used to sealing.
The sky in Lan City is dark, and the waves are rising from the mist.
Fu Qian is obsessed with fishing alone, and the deer's path slips back to the woodcutter.
Wen Cai Nanshan Leopard, Wei Ling Bei Sai Mink.
The stars are shining brightly, and the scenery is shining brightly.
Mei Xin knows how close he is, relying on his wine curtain.
4. "Liu Biao Temple"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Wei
Entering the Dongguo Gate, he said he paid homage to Jingsheng's tomb.
The tomb tree is half dead, and the morning mist is still there.
The Ding Kingdom was not divided in the past, and the walls were in ruins.
What's the use of calling out to the sky? The dragon is lying alone and ignores it.
The water of Yutan River is dim and the Caizhou Road is miserable.
When you go up to the building to relieve your worries, you read Zhong Xuan's poem.
5. "Han Zishi Shangshu Becomes an Official"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Fan
The husband's origins are inconsistent, and he insists on distinguishing himself from the children.
Pang Lao of Lumen did not want to be an official, and he competed with Zhuge for his reputation.
It is not easy for the emperor to follow his ministers. The sound of footsteps has reached the golden level.
The great literary reputation moves Chen Ji, and the long-term strategy of Yishi is reflected in his thoughts.
Climbing the shaft and lying in the rut, I saw the old personnel again the day before yesterday when I was in the state.
The congratulations to the Duke are still in my ears.
I have been like this for a long time, and there is no doubt that my achievements are great.
The fairy wind is in the pine tree period, and I wander through the mountains to find the wonders.
The people in Dongtian Baishi are not aware of it, but Jian Mao Zhi Shu personally guides him.
The lady of the mountain spirit Xu Shimi, just has eight seats for entertainment.
It is difficult to stand still on the terraces of the human world, and when facing victory, turn to the true heaven to give.
The rosy clouds in the morning and the mist in the evening protect the brilliance, and the gulls and herons meander happily.
When you come to Korea from your hometown, you will come back today, and the flying clouds will follow you every step of the way.
In the previous chapter, Qi’s life experience also exists, and what will he do if he loses his teeth and shakes his teeth?
When the public is not yet fifty, he has a beautiful face, and he bravely retreats to make plans for his elders.
Nine levels of rewards, favors, special duties, and hundreds of regulations.
The dust on the martingale is like a tassel.
Gaojie is a master of the military, and the food bureau of Koumen has a thousand miles of furrow.
A group of people are called Yue from the barbarians.
6. What are the sentences that describe fog?
Opening the door, there are just layers of hazy fog in front of you.
This is the mist lingering in the mountains, wrapping the mountain stream like a child inch by inch. I couldn't see clearly the gravel road in front of me, I was just groping, and I seemed to have disappeared in my dream.
The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body, and the east became white. A floating gauze-like mist envelopes Caoyang New Village, and the buildings and trees in the new village are vaguely visible.
It can be said that there are buildings and trees that cannot be seen as a whole; it can be said that it is not there. Where the fog opens, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. With the density of the fog, there are many changes. The posture seems to be a mirage. I don't know when it started to fog.
At dawn, the thick fog rolled in from the upper reaches like cotton balls; it climbed up the river bank, climbed up the trees, and spread to both sides... The thick fog filled the small shed and stained the face. It was wet and greasy; none of us could see whose face it was. One foggy morning, I came to the embankment.
I was confused everywhere, the mountains and lakes were gone, and there was only an invisible milky white chaos in front of me. The sound of alas comes from far and near, matching the sweet sound of birds.
There was a vague idea in the white hollow, and then, the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the first yacht of the day.
In the early morning, there was thick fog. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake.
I could only hear the chirping of birds, chirping hundreds of thousands of times, but could not see their delicate figures. From time to time, clouds of slightly chilly thick fog hit my face and passed by me.
The street lamps that are usually equipped with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs look so dim and weak today, flickering and blurred in the swirling fog. I seemed to be walking into a fairy tale world.
The fog is like a pure veil hanging on the river. The boats sailing at night are hung with red lights, which appear and disappear like the eyes of an insomniac who barely opens his eyes. The turbulent mist rolls heavily here and there, rushing through the dark fields, like the spring tide of melting snow, or curling up into the sky, thin, blue, and spiraling, like the mist floating from the incense burner. Smoke.
The fog gradually thickened, covering the sky, covering the distant horizon, and even the ship. Everything was hidden in the white fog. The milky white mist that fills the mountains and valleys is so deep and thick, like flowing slurry, that it can make people float.
The fog in Lushan Mountain. Sometimes it’s like a curl of light smoke.
Sometimes it is like a vast expanse of waves rolling in, sometimes it is as light as a feather coat, and sometimes it is as solid as gray lead. The mist seemed to be ejected from the earth's crust, rising from the bottom of the valley in a steady stream.
It was like a sea wave in mid-air, rushing towards the stone forest one after another. In early autumn, the misty land seemed to have a layer of gauze, covering the golden fields, heavy ears of grain, and small villages far and near.
The white clouds right in front of you are fluttering like ribbons, entangled among the trees and fields. The world seems to be in an illusion. Thick fog filled the space between heaven and earth, as if a very thick and very wide curtain fell from the sky.
My sight was completely blocked by the fog, as if the space was only as big as my eyes. We were sitting in the car, and the fog penetrated the car window and lingered around people and under their feet.
Only black shadows can be seen on the trees on the roadside. The wind picked up, and the relatively calm sea of ??fog began to roll. The fog waves slowly rolled one after another, just like the turbulent waves of the sea in slow motion.
The lions, camels, peacocks, and tigers were scattered by the wind, rolled up in whirlpools, whipped around, and floated up and down lovingly. The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body.
The east is white, and the floating gauze-like clouds and mist cover the new village, and the buildings in the new village are vaguely there. It could be said that it exists, because the buildings and trees as a whole cannot be seen; it can be said that it does not exist. Where the fog opens, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. They change with the density of the fog, as if they are mirages.