How many poets and writers praise nature, mountains, water, snow and rain. In their eyes, nature is so vivid, but I have a special liking for the ordinary fog.
when I get up in the morning, the window is white and not as bright as before. I hurried to the balcony to have a look. Ah! It turned out to be foggy. I hurried downstairs to feel the temptation of nature.
what a beautiful fog! I have seen the vast snow and enjoyed the silky drizzle, but rarely have I seen such charming fog. Today's fog is really heavy, covering the earth tightly, leaving no gap. Although it is not as spectacular as heavy snow and lingering light rain, it shows a unique tenderness. It caresses your cheek like a loving mother caresses her children, giving you a gentle and moist feeling, which makes you aftertaste and intoxicate. It is like a fairy, covering herself with a thin white gauze. It never touches the eyebrows, nor does it fight for beauty, but it has a feeling of innocence.
On the way to school, the houses are also wrapped in a layer of plain yarn, which is blurred, even for pedestrians dozens of meters away. Suddenly, I found two dark bright spots in front of me, which seemed to be the light from a cat's eye in the dark, and were closer. Oh, it turned out to be the light of a motorcycle.
Before I knew it, I came to the school. When I walked into the school, I found that my classmates' eyebrows and hair were all white, as if time had suddenly flown and people were getting old. Look, it's fog again.
The familiar teaching building seems to have become a mirage. Grandpa God also bought a thin gauze dress for his grandson-Little Pine Tree on a whim, which seemed so simple and solemn.
Today's fog is really heavy. Like in the past, this fog was extinguished by Grandfather Sun before 8 o'clock. But today's fog is very powerful. I don't know when to fight Grandfather Sun.
Fog, you have added some luster to nature.