There is fog in the mountains.

In summer, Shunning seems to be a small town that never lacks rain. 7: 10, the moment I walked out of the dormitory building, I was blocked by the morning fog like white gauze, which was like a dream, and I couldn't shake it, tear it or cut it. However, this feeling is not boring.

The back of the red overalls is reflected in the front. This road passes by every morning when I go to work. On both sides, full of green, the flowering period has not passed, and the branches and leaves are spreading wantonly. There should still be wet dew on the green leaves, which still can't hide their vitality in the mist. Surrounded by morning exercise music, I accelerated my pace.

At 7: 43, the morning exercise was not over yet, and the mist in front of me slowly dispersed. I step on the beat and occasionally look up. I can't help admiring it. It's beautiful. After the rain in the mountains, clouds cover the top of the mountain, and the mountainside is lush, which looks greener and fresher; The morning mist is the fairy gas in the mountains. At this time, the mountain is even more beautiful. The mountains are mighty and handsome, and the fog in the mountains makes people see colorful and charming mountain scenery. It's joy or sadness. I am a first-line oil producer, and I am also in a hurry when I am busy in the mountainous areas of northern Shaanxi. How long has it been since I enjoyed the rare beauty of this mountain with pleasure?

As my thoughts drifted away, the poem "The bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the boundless haze of the sea of clouds" suddenly flashed in my mind, and I was filled with lofty sentiments in an instant. I followed the mottled memory in my mind and returned to the scene where my parents climbed Mount Tai. Pine welcomes guests, the sea of clouds and jade plates, clouds and fog are all integrated into the surrounding environment, which is the charm of nature's creation; Crossing Tianjie to see the surrounding mountains and mountains was the first time I was so close to the sea of clouds. The feeling that the clouds are under your feet and in the mountains is really a fairyland on earth. At that time, I was full of joy around my parents. Looking at the messy red wishing belt and messy locks hanging on the tree, it is beautiful, but it really has a beautiful name-concentric lock.

Now I have been a "three generations of oil" and a mother, and my mood has stabilized a lot, but suddenly I was awakened by the fog in this mountain. Yes, in the early morning of northern Shaanxi, this misty mountain and the well station looming in the fog have always been the focus of the camera in the hands of photographers in the No.3 Oil Production Plant, presenting us with a picture of "oily taste" and "fairy taste" coexisting. If we appreciate it with different moods, sometimes we will add a kind of introspective, implicit and distant, foggy, mountain and station color.