A poem about fog

Describe misty poetry:

Clouds don't * * this mountain is neat, and the mountain is pale and lost; When I looked back, the clouds were behind me, and when I walked in, the fog disappeared; Deep courtyard, cloud window and fog pavilion Spring Festival Evening; Lost in fog, lost in the moon; Wild bamboo is green and misty, flying springs hang blue peaks; In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent, and the canyon is overcast; However, when she turned and looked down at the earth, trying to see the capital, there was only fog and dust; No one knows where to go, worrying about two or three loose;

Sometimes clouds and peaks don't relax; Mount Tai is craggy in Xia Yun, and it is suspected that Bai Bo rises in the East China Sea; The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor; The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds; I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds; After Qingshan, the clouds are still there, and four or five peaks are painted in the southeast; When will the moon appear in the blue sky? I'll stop for a cup of coffee and ask. Only the cloud cave is suspicious, and there are still monks in the Six Dynasties.

Describe the misty sentence:

1. Looking up at the rooftop, there are clouds on the peak, and the winding path is secluded, like a falling ribbon. Tourists are like small white dots scattered on the ribbon, moving up slowly.

2. A few faint clouds in the mountain nest slowly rise and wander halfway up the mountain, just like a white Hada hanging around the fairy's neck.

3. Clouds of various forms are floating in succession, flying over the vast Wuzhishan.

Ivory clouds overflowed the valley, slowly flooded the hillside, and scattered into a soft gauze, fluttering and spreading, covering the whole mountain village.

5. Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded, faded. In the rising sun, white clouds and ideas churned away like rustling sounds. Fences, mounds and walls all show blurred images in the fog.

6. Pale blue clouds rise slowly from the river, and the fog is filled with rich and intoxicating white orchid fragrance.

7. Clouds in Lushan Mountain. Sometimes it's like a wisp of smoke. Sometimes, it is like a sea of waves, sometimes it is as light as a down jacket, and sometimes it is as heavy as gray lead.

8. There are only white clouds, gray clouds, wet clouds and cool clouds between heaven and earth.