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.
2. Poems describing autumn fog What poems describe autumn fog are: the autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cold, and the vegetation is like frost.
-Cao Pi's "Ge Yanxing" is bleak, the autumn wind fades, and the dead leaves drift with the tide. Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Thanks to the lead flower health machine for the time being, there was a spring rain all over the pond. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
-Li Shangyin's "Residual Lotus" often fears that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. -The poems describing the dense fog in autumn are: Fog-Tang Liqiao, Cao Gong, fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Di 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. Ode to 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. 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.
3. Autumn fog poems go to the beach, Qin Guan fog loses the tower, the moon is in the maze, 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.
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan, and who did he go for in Xiaoxiang fog-Tang Liqiao and Tsao Gong were fascinated by Chu Ze, and Han Di went out of the city of peace. 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 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.
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 hangs down the 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.
4. Write the sentence of winter fog. After a while, the fog wrapped us up and we went down the mountain in the fog. Looking back: the fog has not dispersed, the mountains are vast and green, and the fog seems to cover them with a thin veil, like snow. Really: no mountains, no clouds, no clouds around the mountains. This time, although we didn't see the sunrise, we enjoyed the magnificence of the misty sea of Baiyun Mountain, which made me sigh the intentions of nature.
When you go out, thin, hazy moisture blows on your face, and the soft fluff on your face seems unbearable and hangs down with a smile. Eyelashes are accompanied by soft water drops, and the cool feeling moistens the bottom of my heart. But people didn't realize this kind of beauty, and they walked in a hurry and walked in a fog.
What separates everyone from me is the fog all over the sky, whether it is high-rise buildings like vehicles and crowded pedestrians on the water; Everything no longer exists, even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.
My father took me to school this morning. As soon as I went out, I came face to face with a cold and humid air. Ah, it's foggy.
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.
The wind is blowing, the relatively calm foggy sea is rolling, and the foggy waves are rolling slowly one after another, just like the small waves of the slow-moving sea. Lions, camels, peacocks and tigers were scattered by the wind, whirled forward and drifted up and down reluctantly.
In the early morning, the fog is very thick. 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.