A poem describing the misty mountains

1, faint dust, smoky, thousands of miles of smoke, gaunt and withered. A dream in my life, everything is like smoke, with a nihilistic beauty, a poetic obscurity, a poetic melancholy, an expectation and a lotus-like jade.

Fog is undoubtedly the most temperament in my heart, because it liberates my mind and makes me happy. Before the sun came out, the fog had surrounded the whole earth ―― the house, the mountain, Yuan Ye and I all became fog bags. It is elusive, which makes people who come into contact with it curious and yearning, which is also what attracts me to the fog.

3, walking on the wide road, ah! Just like a beautiful girl, she hastily weaves a tulle blanket for the earth, hoping to spread it on the ground for people to appreciate, and then embroider. The mountains in the distance are hazy, only a little shadow can be seen vaguely, and the fog is lining the mountains. I'm afraid the painter can't describe this painting. It's really beautiful.

The smoke turned into strange shapes and colors. After a while, it floated in the air like a light curtain. For a while, it seems to be selected from the incense burner and rises straight. For a moment, it seemed to be a flag floating in the wind above the chimney.

Heaven and earth are shrouded in white fog, and flowers, trees, mountains and houses in the distance are hidden in thick fog. Pedestrians on the road come and go, and sometimes only their messy and intermittent footsteps can be heard. Only when you get close can you see their faces clearly. When they turned to look again, the back seemed to have entered an illusory "fairyland" ...

6. The morning mist is like a milky gauze, dreamy and poetic, and it can't be waved away. It is constantly torn and cut open, blocking my sight and making people feel like they are outside the cloud nine.

7. The fog in Shuangfeng Mountain is warm fog. She seems to be a huge freehand brushwork painting, falling from the sky, making the bamboo sea seem hidden and the spring water seem condensed and flowing. She doesn't belong to the kind of suffocating fog, nor is it the kind of sparse and boring fog. Her beauty is that she seems to be looming, giving people a sense of mystery; Her beauty lies in her quiet and elegant, giving people a fresh and natural feeling; Her beauty lies in her white and kind, giving people a warm feeling.

8. From near to far, the smoke from the kitchen gradually rises from the ground and gradually disappears into the static vitality.

9. Thick fog permeates between heaven and earth, as if a very thick and wide curtain had fallen from the sky. My sight was completely blocked by fog, as if it were only as big as my eyes in space. We sat in the car, and the fog got into the window and lingered around people and feet. The trees by the roadside can only see a black shadow.

10, fog, seemingly tangible and intangible, is between the poems of literati.

Qinyuan Spring Fog: Beijing scenery, thousands of miles hazy, Wan Li dust floating, looking inside and outside the Third Ring Road, dense fog, bird's nest up and down, haze surging! Cars dance with snakes, smoke locks the runway, want to get on the sixth ring road, and need to clean the inside and outside of the car body on sunny days. The air is so bad, countless beautiful women wear masks, but they hide their faces, and nothing can make up for it! It's hard to judge coquettish just by looking at your eyes. A generation of Tianjiao, CCTV underpants, only saw that the back seat had no waist. Dust enters the lungs, and some people do morning exercises.