All over the mountains and plains are milky white fog, so deep, so thick, surging and rolling, engulfing everything in the mountains.
Gray fog enveloped the city, everything was decorated with a layer of white, and trees and wires looked furry.
The milky fog overflowed in the valley, slowly flooded the hillside, and dispersed into a soft gauze, fluttering and spreading, covering the whole mountain village.
The morning mist, like a milky gauze, is dreamlike and poetic, and it can't be waved away. It is constantly torn and cut off, blocking my sight and making people feel like they are outside the cloud nine.
The valley is wrapped in a milky mist, like a soft brocade bridge.
The garden is filled with a faint mist, like a gauze, covering all the flowers and trees.
The fog gradually disappeared. There is a faint breeze at the foot of the mountain, and the fog gauze is rolled up to reveal a blue sky, which is dazzling blue. Everything was wiped clean by the morning fog, and the air was so fresh.
Wrapped in ivory fog pixel yarn in the forest, it flutters in the forest like a ribbon on a fairy.
There is fog on the river, and the fog rises from the river and is milky white. The fog is clear and transparent. The breeze blows, pushes the fog, moves, stagnates, condenses and scatters.
Cicada-like transparent fog rises from the lake, and the leaves of trees and wild flowers seem to have been washed by milk.
In early autumn, the misty earth, like a gauze, covered the golden fields, heavy ears of grain and small villages. White clouds in front of us dance like ribbons, winding between trees and fields, and the world seems to be in an illusion.
The fog is getting heavier and heavier. Hey! 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 under the fog, hazy, like an ancient castle in a fairyland. The Jinling Hotel on 17 floor can only vaguely see the shadow, but it still looks magnificent. Liang Qingshan in the west floats in the fog like an island in the ocean. It flashes in the fog, and it is like a fairy mountain outside the sky. The fog blocked the traffic, and the car moved very slowly, just like a big beetle crawling. At that time, the whole city was immersed in milky fog.
The night fog slowly faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body. The east turned pale, the floating veils enveloped the new village, and the buildings in the new village disappeared. 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 visible. With the shadow of fog, it changes like a mirage.
The fog enveloped the whole world. People seem to be lifted, suspended in mid-air, like entering a fairyland, producing all kinds of mysterious hallucinations ... The fog will disperse for a while, gather for a while, rise slowly for a while, and roll forward for a while. The road is gray everywhere. Usually during the day, the car never turns on the light: today is different, the light is on. There is orange light everywhere.
Fog, smoke, fog, fog, white fog
Foggy fog filled the fog, and silver-gray fog dispersed the fog.
Dense fog, dense fog, dense clouds, mist, hazy fog.
2. The poem 1 describes fog, but when she turned her face and looked down at the earth and tried to see the capital clearly, there was only fog and dust. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Looking at the world from fairyland, we can only see the vast dust and fog, but we can't see Chang 'an haunted by dreams.
2. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang is infinite. -Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
The slanting moon slowly sinks and hides in the sea fog, and the distance between Jieshi and Xiaoxiang is infinitely far away.
3. How deep the courtyard is, the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring. -Song Liqing according to "Linjiang Xianmei"
The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Clouds are thin and fog is high, and spring is always late.
4, the fog is thick and cloudy, and it lasts forever. -Song Liqingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Never Worry"
The fog is diffuse, the clouds are thick, the days are gloomy and boring, and the borneol shines in the golden beast incense burner.
5. The sky meets the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. -Song Liqing took photos of "The Pride of the Fisherman"
Water and sky meet, morning fog and clouds wave. The milky way turns, just like countless ships waving sails.
6, the east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. -Su Song Shi's "Haitang"
The east wind is warm and the spring scenery is stronger. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard.
3. Beautiful words and wonderful descriptions about fog The description of "fog" passes through Qutang Gorge, which is eight kilometers long. 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 sunlight 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 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. 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 diaries in London.
4. Beautiful sentences or paragraphs describing fog. The fog is getting bigger and bigger.
Oh, what a heavy fog! In the distance, fog filled the mountains, leaving only a vague outline. I don't know when, there are flying lions, leisurely camels, peacocks and sleeping tigers in the foggy sea ... Fog has such magical power, which is colorful and unpredictable, adding endless charm to the mountains; Nearby, the grass is green, Lin Ruhai is green, and indigo is solemn.
The wind is blowing, the relatively calm foggy sea is rolling, and the foggy waves are rolling slowly one after another, just like the small waves of the slow-moving sea. Lions, camels, peacocks, tigers ... are blown away by the wind, spinning and passing, and floating up and down reluctantly.
Pieces of gauze-like fog floated past us. When I waved my hand, I only waved a wisp of smoke-like fog.
I simply took off my clothes and danced hard, and the fog gradually dispersed after the clothes turned around. Influenced by my mood, my colleagues took off their clothes and danced on the top of the mountain, giving out bursts of laughter, which spread far and far through the clouds.
The top of the mountain was suddenly filled with light smoke, ethereal as a fairy, and laughter filled the whole top of the mountain. After a while, the fog surrounded us and we walked down the hill in the fog.
Looking back: the fog has not dispersed, the mountains are vast and green, and the fog seems to cover them with a thin veil, like snow. Really: no mountains, no clouds, no clouds around the mountains.
This time, although we didn't see the sunrise, we enjoyed the magnificence of the misty sea of Baiyun Mountain, which made me sigh the intentions of nature.
5. Beautiful words and wonderful descriptions about fog The description of "fog" passes through Qutang Gorge, which is eight kilometers long. 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 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. 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 diaries in London.
6. What are the steps about fog in the poem?
Qin Guan
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.
Chen Qiang was lucky enough to go to Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
fog
-Don Liqiao
Cao Gong was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Emperor went out of Pingcheng.
Zhuolu demon is quiet, Dan Shan Ji Ming.
The smoke flew a little heavy, but the rain was still light.
If you enter the non-bear constellation, you would rather think of the mysterious leopard.
Chanting fog
-Don Dong Sigong
The silence of Cangshan is dusk, and the green view will sink.
Finally, in martial arts, leopards hide in the morning and monkeys sing at night.
The weather is very cold and the scenery is very dark.
Go to Huayin if you want to visit the supermarket.
Chanting fog
-Tang Su Weidao
The caves and valleys are densely covered, and the distance is flat.
At first glance, it looks like a dragon sword, but it is also suspected of reflecting a mirage.
The rain is dense in the forest, and the smoke is drifting.
Gong went up the ladder and finally swam out of Yanfu.
Clear blue fog in the distant mountains
Don Li Shimin
The residual clouds gather in the green ridge, and the evening mist is all day long.
All green, and half red.
Just like the first month, the wind is very strong.
Also because of Sanli, the crown is far from the same.
Fu Dehua Wu Ting
Don Li Shimin
The blue sky has smoked the palace, and the new core is half makeup.
The color is light and foggy, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
The trees are thick and comfortable, and the flowers are thin and red.
It seems to be hidden when it rains.
Sitting in the water pavilion at night is endowed with mist.
-Tang
When the moon sets and the fog rises, Shen Sihao can cross the river.
Birds are singing and trees are scattered, and mountains are pale.
Desert sand is on the road, in the fields.
It is better to rely on trees in the distance and be poor intermittently.
Lingwuxing
-Don Wei Wu Ying
It is foggy in autumn and comes out in the morning.
The vastness of the sky and sky dissolved the mystery of the day.
Look at these white sideburns and look at these clothes.
If you don't know how to ride, you will lose all the trees in the suburbs.
My skin gets cold when I sneeze by mistake.
You should have a drink. You can use it.
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7. The beautiful poem about fog is 1. The plain fog is cold, which was posted by Ma Jiang. What about the boat? , including Chu yue. -Wang Changling sent Liu fifteen counties.
2. It is foggy in autumn and comes out in the morning. The vastness of the sky and sky dissolved the mystery of the day. Look at these white sideburns and look at these clothes. If you don't know how to ride, you will lose all the trees in the suburbs. My skin gets cold when I sneeze by mistake. You should have a drink. You can use it. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Lingwu Star"
3, the blue gas has smoked the palace, and the new core is half makeup. The color is light and foggy, and the fragrance attracts the wind. The trees are thick and comfortable, and the flowers are thin and red. It seems to be hidden when it rains. -Don Li Shimin is endowed with a flower-like mist.
4. Rizhao Chengzhou River is foggy, and gold diggers are all over the river. Behind the beautiful jewels is sand full of waves. -Liu Yuxi Langtaosha
5, flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, leave at dawn. When did a short and beautiful spring dream come? When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning. -Tang Bai Juyi is not a flower.
6. It's drizzling and foggy. Sit and talk with Cao, and don't run in the mud. Selling salt and wine knows the same disease and laughs it off. -Su Zheyun Feng Yi in the same year
7. The buildings in autumn are white and the rain is green. Nine days without dreams, this road rewards the morning star. -Bai Yuchan's "Jiang Lou Night Talk"
8. Residual clouds gather green ridges, and the evening mist lasts all day. All green, and half red. Like the first month, gone with the wind U-degree breeze. Also because of Sanli, the crown is far from the same. -Don Li Shimin The mountains in the distance are clear and blue.
9. Flowers and the bright moon are dancing in the light fog. I can go to Lang's side tonight. I walk with sweet steps and carry gold thread shoes. -Five Dynasties Li Yu
10, the river is foggy and snowy, so I don't know the cold before drinking. It's still late in the backyard. Try to find a crisp flower. -Su Zhe's drama is presented to Li Chaosan
1 1, the fog lost the tower, the moon passed through the maze, and Taoyuan was nowhere to be found. Can it be as cold as a lonely pavilion, and the cuckoo sounds oblique? Dusk. 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 Tasha's trip
12, Tso Gong was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Di went out of Pingcheng. Zhuolu demon is quiet, Dan Shan Ji Ming. The smoke flew a little heavy, but the rain was still light. If you enter the non-bear constellation, you would rather think of the mysterious leopard. -Don Li Qiaowu
13, Cangshan is silent, and the green view will sink. Finally, in martial arts, leopards hide in the morning and monkeys sing at night. The weather is very cold and the scenery is very dark. Will the supermarket to be visited go to China? . -Don Dong Sigong's Ode to Fog
14, dense caves and valleys, distant origin flat area. At first glance, it looks like a dragon sword, but it is also suspected of reflecting a mirage. The rain is dense in the forest, and the smoke is drifting. Gong went up the ladder and finally swam out of Yanfu. -Don Su Weidao's "Chanting Fog".