A little poem about fog

1. Poetry about fog: Flowers look like fog in old age (Tang Du Fu)

Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog (Tang Bai Juyi)

Flowers and bright moon are dark, flying in the light fog. Tonight, I'd better go to Lang's place. I'm wearing socks and gold thread walking shoes (Five Dynasties, Li Yu)

The fog is gone, and the moon is gone (off)

Tasha shop

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?

Here is a poem about fog.

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.

2. Poems about fog

1. Ling Wuxing (Wei Wuying)

It is foggy in autumn and comes out in the morning. 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. If you miss your breath, your skin will be very cold.

2. Fog (Li Qiao)

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.

3. chanting fog (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.

4. Sitting in the Shuige at night makes it foggy (Yi Lee)

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.

5. chanting fog (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.

6. Lott is the husband of the moon. At this point, he is worried about lying in the clouds (Liu Yuxi)

The scenery is everywhere, and clouds can't cover it.

7. Summer Night Watch (Closed for Repair)

Tao Kan Han Xi Temple, where is it now? Sha Ting is dry and foggy, and Pingchuan Mountain Fire shines everywhere.

8. bodhisattva man (Ye Li)

Fluttering down the three peaks, the autumn wind is often comparable. Heartbroken memory fairy palace, hazy smoke.

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 blossoms, and a warm wind blew through the newly dug flower beds. 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.

4.5 sentences describing fog are milky white fog all over the mountains, 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 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.

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.

5. The sentences describing fog turned into dense Mao Mao rain, which wrapped the scenery 50 feet away in a vague and dizzy tension. There are several tall buildings standing in the sky, only the highest floors are exposed in the fog, and rows of windows and holes like giant eyes are flashing and emitting yellow light-from a distance, like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic spirit. And this dense fog is endless, the car breaks through the suffocating moisture, the glass of the window becomes frosted glass, and even the people close at hand become dizzy and weird, everything loses its distinct outline and everything is blurred and deformed.

(Mao Dun: Midnight, page 65438 +09 1)

It's already eight o'clock in the morning, and it's not very bright. Thick black fog not only covered the mountain, but also covered lower things, even the windows of the house looked like black curtains. In this fog, there are some tiny raindrops, sometimes fluttering like falling from nowhere, and sometimes dripping straight down, adding a bit of darkness to the fog. All the flowers and trees on the farm quietly bowed their heads, and clouds of shadows stood in the fog. No one gets up on the farm, and dreams and fog seem to blend in.

(Lao She: No problem, Selected Short Stories of Lao She, p. 192)

The fog is getting bigger. Almost occupies half the sky, and it closes from all directions at the same time; In this fog cover, something like oil beads is suspended. Unconsciously, the dense fog is getting bigger and bigger, and the breeze pushes it forward slowly and quietly. It gradually occupied the whole sea surface. It comes from the northwest, which is the direction that the bow points to. It is like a vague moving huge cliff, and it rises from the sea like a high wall. There is a certain place where the boundless sea surface enters the fog and disappears.

(Hugo, France: Maritime Labor, p. 166)

The fog is rising, but it's coming down again, and it's denser. Sometimes it's completely opaque. The ship was trapped in iceberg fog. This terrible encirclement opens like a vise, allowing people to catch a glimpse of a corner of the horizon and close it at once.

(Hugo, France: Maritime Laborer 212 > & gt 17 1 page)

The evening mist floated in the fallen poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it was whiter and more transparent than spun yarn, almost covered with a piece, which hooked the outline of poplars into violet.

(Flaubert: Madame Bovary, p. 108)

Even on a warm summer night, the newly condensed water vapor in the Black Valley floats on countless streams in the Lu Valley, like a white tablecloth, which is as white as a lake from a distance.

(George Thornton: The Grinder in Anji Fort, p. 153- 154).

It began to fog at dawn. Fog along the valley enveloped the whole city. At night, the street lamps on the shore form a halo. From the beach, you can only see milky white spots. ...

(Secret Ribel: Under the Steep Coast, Selected Latin American Short Stories, p. 258)

The valley was filled with misty fog, and I walked quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit who was looking for a place to rest and could not get it. The sticky and cold fog came slowly. Obviously, the waves fluctuated and chased each other, like waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this.

(Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities, page 6)

When we arrived at Si Long Street Station, the fog became thicker. Looking around, it's just silence and layers of ambiguity. Many men feel out and in it, but few women press the net bag tightly on their chests and block their mouths with handkerchiefs. The faint shadow in the carriage is looming, and the drivers sit high on it, like a long strange tumor. Around that strange tumor, there was a faint light, as if they were drowned by steam before they could shoot on the sidewalk. The residents released from these carriages got in like rabbits.

(John Galsworthy, England: The Forsyte Family, Part I, People with Property, page 3 12.

Mist hangs over the river.

What a great Yangtze River! It is bounded by Min and E in the west, Sanwu in the south and Jiuhe in the north. Hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, which will make waves through the ages. For Ruolongbo, Hai Ruo, Jiang Fei, Jellyfish, Long Whale, Nine-day Witch, Alien Ghost and Xianji. Ghosts and gods rely on it, heroes fight it and defend it. At this time, Yin and Yang are both chaotic and ambiguous. I was stunned by one color in the sky, and suddenly there were four kinds of fog. Although I can't see the salary, I can only hear the golden drums. If at the beginning, the leopard of Nanshan is hidden; Gradually, I want to get hooked on North Sea Kun. Then connect the high sky and low thickness; Vast and boundless. Whales and salamanders make waves when they come out of the water, while dragons dive deep and exhale. Another example is the harvest of Meilin, and the cold of Chunyin; It's lonely, clean and boundless. There is a shore of firewood and mulberry in the east, and there is no mountain in Xiakou in the south. Thousands of warships, all sinking into ravines; The fishing boat leaves a leaf, and the stormy waves linger. What's more, the sky is dim and the sunrise is pale; Return to the sun and turn Danshan into Shuibi. Although Dayu is wise, he can't fathom its depth; How can you tell that you are close to Lou Zhiming? So Feng Yi stopped the waves and collected the work. Fish and turtles hide, birds and beasts hide. Cut off the island of Penglai and surround the palace of harmony. In a trance, such as the coming shower; Diverse and jumbled, if Leng Yun wants the same. It is a poisonous snake that can hide in it, so it is a boil; It is evil to shelter evil people from evil practices. Illness falls to the earth, and dust rises beyond the Great Wall. The death of the king is a feeling of being an adult. The Beggars' Sect will regain its vitality and mix the world into pieces.

6. The sentences describing fog will eventually spit out auspicious fog, and thin and late pregnancy will cause strange smoke.

The fog on the balcony cleared first. The water in Zhu Meng is cut and retted. You can see the distant mountains hidden. Pingsha is disconnected. Separate the strings to avoid bitter sounds. Don't sing such sad songs. I brushed the dust off the back of the car. I work for Dong Gaosu.

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Mist hangs over the river.

At this time, Yin and Yang are both chaotic and ambiguous. I was stunned by one color in the sky, and suddenly there were four kinds of fog. Although I can't see the salary, I can only hear the golden drums. If at the beginning, the leopard of Nanshan is hidden; Gradually, I want to get hooked on North Sea Kun. Then connect the high sky and low thickness; Vast and boundless. Whales and salamanders make waves when they come out of the water, while dragons dive deep and exhale.

Another example is the harvest of Meilin, and the cold of Chunyin; It's lonely, clean and boundless. There is a shore of firewood and mulberry in the east, and there is no mountain in Xiakou in the south. Thousands of warships, all sinking into ravines; The fishing boat leaves a leaf, and the stormy waves linger.

What's more, the sky is dim and the sunrise is pale; Return to the sun and turn Danshan into Shuibi. Although Dayu is wise, he can't fathom its depth; How can you tell that you are close to Lou Zhiming? So Feng Yi stopped the waves and collected the work. Fish and turtles hide, birds and beasts hide. Cut off the island of Penglai and surround the palace of harmony. In a trance, such as the coming shower; Diverse and jumbled, if Leng Yun wants the same.

It is a poisonous snake that can hide in it, so it is a boil; It is evil to shelter evil people from evil practices. Illness falls to the earth, and dust rises beyond the Great Wall. The death of the king is a feeling of being an adult. The Beggars' Sect will regain its vitality and mix the world into pieces.

7. Write a poem about fog. At night, Shuige was endowed with a mist. -Tang started the cold fog, and Shen Sihao crossed 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. The distant mountains are clear and blue fog-Tang residual clouds gather in Qingling, and the evening fog is in the sky.

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. Fog in Hua Ting, the blue sky smoked palace of Don Li Shimin, is half finished.

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. "Fog"-Tang Liqiao and Cao Gong are fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Emperor goes 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. Ode to the Fog-Dong Tang Sigong Cangshan is silent, and the green yarn notes are heavy.

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. Ode to the Fog —— Tang Suwei opened the cave and turned to the plain from afar.

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. Lingwu Travel Notes-Tang Wei Wuying's autumn city is foggy, and his department was out in the early hours of 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. When I sneeze carelessly, my skin gets cold.

You should have a drink. You can use it.

8. A good sentence describing fog is a good time to see flowers in the fog.

Looking at the moon in the water gives people a fresh and elegant feeling. Although it is not true, it feels beautiful and comfortable.

Maybe fog can test our feelings. When our eyes misjudge what is in front of us, our inner eyes must be sharp.

Dance is very ethereal. It is the strong people in the world who have found their way in the dance.

Those who are brave on the road are brave. Life is like fighting bravely in the sea.

Rushing out of the rope of the soul, you reach the other side of vitality. The fog passed through Qutang Gorge, eight kilometers away, and the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. At the top of the canyon, there are several golden clouds floating in the blue sky, and a ray of sunshine falls on the cliff on the left like lightning.