Composition describing fog 1 In the morning, I walked out of the house, ah! What a heavy fog.
The fog enveloped the whole world. People seem to be lifted up and suspended in mid-air, just like entering a fairyland, producing all kinds of mysterious feelings. When uncles and aunts come and go to work, they can only hear people's voices, footsteps and pleasant car bells. When they get close, they can see people's faces. If you look closely, you will laugh. The hair, eyebrows and beards of pedestrians are all hung with crystal drops, which looks very interesting. The fog clears, gathers, rises slowly and rolls forward. It is so unpredictable that even the most talented painter can't draw it.
Fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, but as gentle as a loving mother. She gently stroked our cheeks, giving us a moist and cool feeling, which made people feel refreshed. Never dress up your own fog, not a flower, a grain, a trace of fragrance, but its milky white pervades between heaven and earth, making people feel endless. Suddenly I feel like a fog, floating around in the air with my friends. Suddenly I feel that the fog is like a group of children playing on the ground.
After a while, the fog slowly faded and became thinner, floating in the morning breeze like gauze. The sun smiled. It looks sleepy and simple and lovely in the mist.
Ah, morning mist, I love you! I love your mysterious beauty and your unpretentious style!
Composition 2 describes that foggy spring is beautiful, but the fog in spring is more beautiful.
In the morning, the window is white. I opened a crack in the window to welcome the fog to my home. The fog drifted in and slowly dispersed in the room. The air is filled with the fragrance of plants in the fog.
I am walking on my way to school, and the surrounding scenery is sleeping in the embrace of fog. Fog is like a kind mother, afraid that they will catch a cold. They are all dressed in white, and the trees and wires look furry and warm. The tall buildings that could have been seen from a distance, under the fog, can only vaguely see the shadows now, but they still look magnificent.
At noon, the fog seems unwilling to go back, as thick as morning. Like an ingenious makeup artist, she dyed strands of black hair on the forehead of pedestrians into strands of silver, and her upper and lower eyelashes were covered with tiny crystal flowers. At this time, if you close your eyes for a while and then open them, you will only feel cool and comfortable. What a charming fog! I tried to reach out and touch it, but it flew naughtily, flew in front of me, floated over my head and jumped into my arms. My heart is sweet
Many children are attracted by cars parked in the community. When I walked in, there was fog on the window, so the children used the window as a drawing board. These little painters stretched out their little fingers and drew beautiful pictures on them. Fog didn't blame them, and let them walk freely.
Spring fog! I am deeply attracted to you. You are so gentle and affectionate. I really want to turn into that confused fog and float in the spring of the motherland.
There are three flowers in the composition describing fog, enchanting, beautiful and graceful, dignified and generous. Flowers bloom beautifully, so everyone loves flowers. The flowers are gorgeous, so some people appreciate them. But in my heart, I prefer to appreciate the simple and elegant fog.
If nature is an ocean of poetry and painting, then fog is a good painting in the ocean of poetry and painting.
The fog that covers the earth casts a veil over everything around us, which is vague and gives people a mysterious feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain".
Fog is not as spectacular as snow, nor as soft and lingering as rain in Mao Mao. But very gentle, stroking her daughter like a mother. Touching your face and cheek means tenderness.
Fog is also simple. Whether inadvertently or carefully, it looks like a milky white windbreaker, which is draped over streets, houses and trees, giving people an unpretentious feeling. Buildings and houses in the distance are soaked in milky fog. The whole place is like a mirage, floating in the air. As night falls, the street lamps are on and the fog has not dispersed. The faint white fog, like a white silk scarf, covered the street lamp and dimmed the original bright silvery white light. But it seems that someone likes it very much, walking under the street lamp with soft light.
The sun was born, and the fog left this charming stage to the sun. It's gone, but it left a gift to mankind-the freshness left in the air. ...
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties wrote many spring flowers, summer flowers, autumn flowers and winter flowers, but they were unique and foggy. Perhaps, spring flowers are soft and lovely, summer flowers are beautiful, autumn flowers are elegant, winter flowers are proud of snow, and fog always plagues people's travel. People with literary talent naturally don't like to write such annoying fog, so as not to be bored. But I think it is better to love, admire and write flowers than to love, admire and draw fog.
Early in the morning, as soon as I opened the door, thick fog flooded into the room. A few steps away from the door, I can't see clearly what things look like. What a heavy fog!
I really want to go out and have a good look at this rare natural beauty. It happened that my mother was going to cross the river with me to see my grandmother. When the ship stopped crossing, we decided to cross the bridge.
We got to the bridge and looked around. Nothing can be heard on the river except the sound of rushing water. Occasionally, several duckweed-like boats are swaying in the fog. I don't know whether they are floating on the water or flying in the air. On the river bank, everything is blurred. The once familiar high-rise buildings, towering factories and smoking chimneys are all covered by fog. Vehicles, pedestrians and trees are faintly visible near the bridge. Looking up, I saw the sun over Snake Mountain foggy, and there seemed to be a mass of purple smoke around it. It is really "the sunshine incense burner gives birth to purple smoke"! However, this is not the incense burner peak of Lushan Mountain, but the Snake Mountain. The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and I can't tell the purple smoke I just saw. This is the usual radiant sun, which hangs in the sky like a bead. ...
In this way, fog can block people's sight, cover the sky, and make the light emitted by the sun weak. However, I found that fog can't stop people from working. You see: the light yellow light moving slowly is a truck carrying people in all directions ... Listen, the cheerful and loud motor is playing the March of the four modernizations.
In the morning, I looked out through the window and door-ah! It's foggy and white outside. It turns out that the screwdriver is foggy.
As soon as I went out, I walked on the wide road, watching carefully and watching. At this time, the world is shrouded in white fog. Flowers, grass, trees and wood nearby, and mountains and houses in the distance are all hidden in the dense fog. Pedestrians on the road come and go, and sometimes only their messy and intermittent footsteps can be heard. Their faces can only be seen clearly when they are close, and when they turn around and look again, their backs seem to have entered an illusory "fairyland".
I feel that I am roaming in this "fairyland", and the white fog like a veil keeps drifting in front of me, piece by piece, like smoke, like dust, like poetry and painting. I reached out and touched it, haha, I touched it. When I saw it, it had already gone. Its back is everywhere, I can't tell it apart. What a lovely fog! Like a makeup artist, I cover my upper and lower eyelashes with small drops of water. I just feel my eyes moist and slightly cold. Really comfortable!
After a while, the fog gradually subsided. The earth looks like it has taken off its thick fog coat and put on soft gauze. Some big trees also show their thick branches shyly, so that the soft sunshine can gradually shed. However, even flowers have red, yellow, white and pink ... they also show beautiful smiling faces one by one ... all these constitute a beautiful natural picture, attracted by it, and the pottery is broken ...
I like fog. Although it is not the lingering of light rain and heavy rain, it is soft.
At about six o'clock in the morning, I opened the window and a breath of fresh air came in. My eyes were white, but it turned out to be foggy. The dense fog is like white clouds in the sky, and only black shadows can be seen in the nearby signal. The house is immature because the fog is like a huge fluffy cotton flower, which fills the gap between heaven and earth. Walking in the fog is like entering a fairyland. Fog is impenetrable, it is mysterious.
After a while, a ray of golden sunshine passed through the fog and shot down like a sword, and the fog gradually dispersed. Mist is like a fairy's veil, floating in the world, beautiful. Trees are faintly visible, and the house has taken a general shape. When you go back to deal with housework, it is inevitable that some tiny water drops will rise on your head.
After a while, the sky is blue and the earth is bright. Sometimes I feel that some things in the world are like fog, and people can't catch them.
Fog, like a veil suspected of being a fairy, floats in the world and is beautiful. Trees are faintly visible, and the house has been cut into rough shapes. When I get home, I will inevitably bring up some tiny water droplets.
After a while, the sky is blue and the earth is bright. Sometimes I wonder, are some things in the world as elusive as fog?
One morning, when I went out, I hugged a lot of fog. I looked at my surroundings in confusion, which made me unexpected. I found the station by my own memory. I thought about why it is so foggy today, and then I went to school for geography class. It happened that I was talking about the climate today. So the teacher said to us, "The main reason of smog is that we don't protect the environment well, which leads to the rapid deterioration of the environment, so that the air is full of bacteria, so you must remember to wear masks when you go out." The so-called disease comes from the mouth ... "The teacher said a lot, but I don't want to listen any more.
When I came home from school in the afternoon, the fog was still so heavy. Suddenly found a problem, I am road blind. Plus this weather, I can't find my home. I ran home with my own feelings, but I sat breathlessly on the stone bench in the community, waiting for my mother to come to see me after work. Half an hour later, my mother finally came back. My mother was surprised to see me sitting at the door and said:
I sat in front of my house for half an hour and didn't even know I was at home. When I went home to read the newspaper, I found that many people found the wrong house. What's even more ridiculous is that some people lost the trace of the wedding team that day. Well, I should have known to protect the environment. Once our pollution happens, it will do great harm to nature, so we should be vigilant. We don't care so much about nature, and we hurt her, so every bit will affect us.
Fog, an unusual sight, is one of the beautiful scenery created by nature. I prefer to see fog to clouds and wind.
In the morning, as soon as I got up and opened the curtains, a beautiful picture came into view-the window was white, the clear buildings in the distance became blurred, and the tall pine trees disappeared. I thought I was still awake, so I went to bed and went back to sleep, but I was awakened by my mother's lion roar. I didn't know this vast expanse of whiteness was fog. I washed my face and brushed my teeth for breakfast as fast as I could, then knocked on menstruation's door to remind them to start quickly, and finally ran downstairs excitedly.
It's not too bright in the morning, and it's even more opaque with fog. I just want to grab such a magical thing and treasure it as a treasure. I raised my hand and grabbed it in a foggy place. Fog is like air, but it is different from air. I can see it, but I can't catch it The scenery in the fog is so beautiful, look! The budding flowers seem to be gone, hidden under the misty girl's dress, and the leaves are carefully dressed. The thick fog next to the green leaves makes people feel like they are walking on clouds, and the things used are very light and invisible. I think the invisibility practiced by Misty Girl is really amazing! When do you want to learn from her?
Seeing the fog in the car is different from seeing the fog on the ground. I can't see things clearly on the ground, and the visibility in the car is not high, but I can also see them roughly. The lights of the car are flickering, just like Li Bai wrote in his poem, "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain"!
There are so many beautiful scenery in the fog, and every place makes me unforgettable. I really admire the ingenuity of nature!
Composition on the Fog 9 "Twitter ……" A birdsong like an alarm clock dragged me out of the wonderful world in my dream. I looked out of the window: Where are the birds "singing"? Why can't I even see the elm trees outside the window? I didn't know it was foggy until I took a closer look.
After breakfast, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back and walked out of the house. I used to look at the small park, but suddenly I found that the rockery in the park was gone. I thought to myself: Is that Feilaifeng, which flew in a few years ago and flew away today?
When I walked to the gate of the small park, I found that the rockery was wrapped in the quilt of Father Sun, and it was foggy.
Look at the foot, also surrounded by dense fog, really like the way the Monkey King stepped on the clouds when he went to heaven. I wonder if I can find the Nine-Day Fairy and the Moon Palace Chang 'e?
After a while, the sun lifted the quilt and slowly came out. At this time, I took a breath of fresh air and suddenly felt very comfortable. All the scenes were restored.
Write about fog 10 early in the morning, just out of the house, a look, foggy.
The fog enveloped the roads and schools where we walked. People seem to be held up by fog, suspended in mid-air, and enter the environment where immortals live, which makes us feel a lot of mystery. Pedestrians come and go on the road, but they can only hear people's voices, people's footsteps and bicycle bells. Only when they get close can they see people's faces. If you look closely, you will laugh. The hair, eyebrows and beards of pedestrians are hung with crystal dew, which looks very interesting. The fog dispersed for a while, gathered for a while, dissipated slowly for a while, and went hand in hand for a while, as if several horses in gray skins were running forward. It is mysterious and changeable, and even the most talented painter can't draw it. Fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as continuous as light rain, but as gentle as a mother to her children. She gently stroked our faces, giving us a cold feeling and refreshing. Never dress up your own fog. There is no flower, no color pattern and no fragrance on it, but it is slower than heaven and earth at its milky speed, which will make people feel boundless and vigorous. I seem to feel like a fog, floating around in the sky with my friends, playing.
After a while, the fog gradually disappeared. The sun gradually smiles and looks sleepy in the residual fog. How dare you be so cute!
Ah, autumn fog is so beautiful and mysterious.
The composition describes the fog11I-a wisp of morning fog, coming to the world. When I saw the speeding cars in the street, when I heard the knock on the door of the clock, when I smelled the flowers, my love for the earth deepened, and my idea of going to this city became stronger and stronger. I left my sisters and came to a wheat field. In late autumn, the wheat turned golden yellow. I fell into the wheat field, and the golden wheat grains attracted me to reach out my milk-like hand and gently touch them. Suddenly, a breeze blew and sent me to LAM Raymond's head.
Looking at the maple forest from a distance, the red maple trees all over the mountain seem to be on fire. When I slowly descended between maple trees, I saw many maple leaves like hands. Suddenly, I found cold light coming from a distance. I drifted there slowly. It turns out that light comes from a mirror-like lake. I didn't see any waves on the huge lake. After a while, the silence was broken by the arrival of a ship. The paddles splashed beautiful water one after another, adding a little vitality and vigor to the lake. Suddenly, an unspeakable feeling flooded my heart, making me feel that life is so beautiful.
Just as I was thinking, a red tide came out from the east. The strewn at random buildings and criss-crossing streets are covered with red makeup from far and near, and finally the red sun emerges in the sky. At this time, I have been integrated with the red tide. ...
Writing about Fog 12 Fog is like a mysterious little girl, with many wonderful places. ...
There was a mist that morning. I ran out and the breeze blew. The fog looks like a sea cucumber crawling slowly in the water and moving slowly like a snail. ...
At school, the bodies of passers-by were outlined. I'm like a blind man. If I am not careful, I will fall down. When we get to school, it will be difficult. I was immediately surrounded by dense fog, just like falling into a bottle, and I could only see one piece under my feet. Be careful when climbing stairs. If you are not careful, you will be "broken into pieces"-fall down the stairs (or even break your hand and arm).
I lay on the railing, drinking boiled water and enjoying the kindness given to me by the earth. I feel like a fairy, standing on the white clouds, enjoying the gift of the earth, and I seem to have received a big gift! When we went to do morning exercises, a red sun rose slowly from the east, and the thick fog was torn off layer by layer like cotton wool, gradually turning into a layer of spun yarn, and the distant scenery began to appear faintly; Looking up, the sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, bursting out, crystal clear, what a beautiful picture!
Write fog 13 every minute, the beauty of the world makes people linger. There is a silent night, the afterglow of the west, and the infinite beauty outside the window, and I love this hazy morning mist scene alone.
After this long night, the sky finally ushered in a ray of dawn. The fallen stars still hung silver moon high in the sky, slowly waiting for the darkness to come again, and the morning fog followed, covering the brilliance and spreading around.
I said goodbye to the tedious homework and came to this foggy morning path, which surprised me. Because of him, everything is mysterious. I walked carefully through a fog. I saw the broken maple leaves looming, and I couldn't get cold. I not only shivered, but also put on my coat.
This fog is particularly thick and white. Recently, it is much lighter. When it is far away, it is much thicker. The wisps of things are looming in the fog, with gray in the white, which is wonderful, like a mirage.
Passing through the gap between my hands, I looked up, and it covered the whole world like a huge curtain, as if the world was gray.
The breeze blew through my heart, like tearing a layer of fine sand. Close your eyes and you will feel that cool feeling, which is refreshing.
The sun rises again with the brilliance of imagination, so that Chen Wu slowly blows away a few wisps of fog, floats around, kisses flowers and trees goodbye, and the birds fly again, taking off the chill and flying to the unpredictable Xia Hong. The morning mist seems reluctant to leave, shedding crystal tears on the flowers.
The morning mist disappeared and everything started again.
I saw a naughty and lovely fog doll today.
Fog dolls are as untouchable as air. However, there is no "yarn" in the air, but there is "yarn" in the fog. It covers windows, balconies, kittens and cities with gauze, so I can't see anything ... Alas, the fog doll is really naughty.
The composition 14 describing fog suddenly came-followed by a cold wind, followed by rain and fog in Mao Mao, which drifted away at first, and then drifted away.
Just like the stage where stars sing on TV, it is surrounded by fog and Mao Mao rain. Just like the beautiful songs of the stars, it is intoxicating.
The whole world has become hazy and beautiful, and the trees, houses and all the scenery have become blurred, just like playing hide-and-seek with us, and like a slim girl wearing a beautiful white gauze skirt.
It is difficult to adjust the color of this fog, because fog, white and white are transparent and crystal clear. This piece of white floating around the world, floating into my eyes, floating into my heart, makes my mood very comfortable.
I don't know when the rain stopped in Mao Mao, the misty girl changed into casual clothes, and the world changed back to its original appearance.
Downstairs, cicadas in the tree sang beautiful songs again, as if talking about intoxicating scenery together.
Soon, Grandpa Sun came out and everyone came out to chat.
There may be fog in the future, but it won't be this time again. It will be engraved in my heart forever and will never be forgotten.
The composition describes the fog 15 fog, whether it is thin or not, whether it is thick or not. For example, a piece of white paper is displayed in front of my eyes, and another white silk thread is woven into a huge white net in front of me, floating around in the air and on the ground, just like a fairyland. ...
This morning, looking out of the window, I saw glitter. I thought it was frost and felt cold outside, so I added another dress. I found it was foggy and white outside. I could hardly see anything 5 meters away from Fiona Fang, but today, it is really a little colder than yesterday.
This fog is the first fog this winter. This sudden fog caught me off guard. This winter is a bit rich! First, there was a light rain and snow. Secondly, there is such a big fog. So, will it end this winter with a heavy snow?
At noon, the sun can be regarded as revealing half of the face, orange is separated by a layer of fog, like a drunk old man, and like a shy girl who refuses to show her face.
In the afternoon, layers of fog faded, even lighter than at noon. It gradually changed from a big white net to plumes of smoke, floating in the air, and gradually, he disappeared, disappeared, and everything returned to its original appearance.
At night, the buildings nearby and the mountains in the distance shed their mysterious veils, revealing their original shape and a vibrant scene. Although it is dusk, the good scenery remains the same.