Walking on the edge of the city, looking at the riverbank in the city, I saw that the river in the city seemed to have become the Tongtian River, and this bank could not see the other side. The following is the sixth-grade composition about fog that I brought to you, hoping to help you.
/kloc-The morning in September of 0/6 was a very beautiful and charming morning.
That morning, I got up early and seized this once-in-a-century opportunity. The fog changed from light to thick, and from thick to nothing, but the scenery was so beautiful. After going out, I felt everything was quiet and immersed in the milky light fog. Fog, gently, seems to be separated by a soft veil between people and things, but it feels nothing. After a while, the fog became thicker and I felt as if I had entered a fairyland. I look up at the sky, as if I were a maid-in-waiting in the heavenly palace, leisurely and carefree with a fan. In a short time, I "walked out" of the realm of fantasy. Things in the fog are more interesting. In the past, the graceful posture of the willow tree suddenly became hazy, as if it were covered with a milky white coat, which looked great. There is only one frame in the room, and nothing can be seen in the middle, as if by the legendary Jigong monk of Lingyin Temple. And the house seems to be in the air, like the hanging temple in Datong, Shanxi, guarding the hometown on the edge of the cliff. I can't see anything from the other person, but I vaguely see a figure passing by.
After a while, the fog dispersed, but its charming scene did not "disperse", but was deeply imprinted in my heart and made me crazy. Ah, fog, I praise you.
Fog has been common since autumn.
Get up in the morning, the sky is hazy, the window is white, and the visibility is extremely low. I ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry, then got on the bus and rode to school. Out of the door, the whole body was shrouded in fog, and I felt more and more that fog was a "meeting gift" given by Miss Qiu to nature.
I couldn't restrain my joy and reached out to touch it. Lovely fog, let's communicate at zero distance! However, I feel that it is a naughty child, fluttering silently and casually, sometimes sitting in my car mischievously, sometimes touching my cheek gently, and sometimes turning over the books in my basket gently, as if savoring it!
Drunk, I stared at the hazy fog in the distance and felt pity in my heart: "Poor fog, you will slip away quietly as soon as the sun comes out." When I got to school, the fog was still filled. I always look at the fog, as if looking at my bosom friend. I want to keep it, but after all, it was given to nature by teacher Qiu, and I only wish it well.
At 90 o'clock, the fog gradually dispersed, leaving tears on me, but not all of them dispersed, and some seemed unwilling to leave. For a long time, the sun smiled from the clouds and the fog reluctantly left.
The fog is so beautiful that I love it like a bosom friend.
In the air around the whole earth, there are not only a lot of solid particles such as smoke and dust, but also a lot of water vapor, which evaporates from the water surfaces such as oceans, rivers and lakes, and the surfaces of soil and plants.
Water vapor is invisible. The "white gas" exhaled by people in winter is not water vapor, but small water droplets condensed by exhaled water vapor. When watering, the "white gas" sprayed from the pot is also small water droplets formed by condensation of water vapor.
The process by which a substance changes from a gaseous state to a liquid state is called liquefaction. There are many phenomena in nature that water vapor liquefies into water. Places where the temperature is high during the day, the ground water evaporates more, and the air contains more water vapor; When the temperature is low at night, the water vapor in the air condenses into small drops on the vegetation and stones on the ground, which is dew. If there are more floating dust in the air, water vapor will condense on these floating dust, which is fog.
When a large amount of non-water vapor rises into the air, due to the low temperature in the air, water vapor adheres to the smoke method and condenses into small water droplets. When the temperature drops to a few degrees below zero, water vapor will condense directly into crystals. A large number of small water droplets and ice crystals gather together and float in the air, which constitutes the clouds we often see.
It turns out that clouds and fog are really not water vapor. Cloud is just a natural phenomenon that a large number of water droplets and ice crystals gather together, and fog is just a natural phenomenon that water droplets condense on floating dust.
In the morning, I open the window. Wow, what a heavy fog! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness outside, such as misty white clouds, falling from the sky like soft smoke, covering everything, boundless, unable to tell the front, back, left, right, north, south!
Fog filled the sky and covered the earth. Everything in the fog is hazy and beautiful. The distant mountain seems to be covered with a white veil, like a shy woman; The nearby high-rise buildings have become faint shadows, and the street lamps that are still on emit a red halo, which is like a fairyland.
In the street, cars move slowly with the lights on, and honk their horns warily from time to time. Finally, it came into my sight, but disappeared in the dense fog. The voices of people coming and going sound so clear, but they can't see their faces. Smiling faces wet by fog can only be seen when they are near.
This fog is only temporary. ...
As the saying goes, "it's foggy in the morning, and the weather is good for half a day." Isn't fog and sky like our life? On the road to growth, there will always be foggy difficulties. As long as we face the difficulties and are not afraid of them, we will see the dawn of victory one day!
The sun came out, still so dazzling and sacred, and gradually, the fog dispersed.
The misty fog, with moist breath and mysterious body, makes people unpredictable.
White feathers, soft and light. Reach out and touch it, as if it were a newly opened petal, smooth and delicate as white satin. Smell it, and a fresh smell goes straight to your heart. Listen, the leaves are dancing with fog. It is like a cool and slippery fish, slipping from your fingertips, swimming to the rolling mountains, swimming to the magnificent sea and swimming to the rainy and smoky town.
Gradually, the fog became bigger. The ubiquitous fog and clouds blend together, and the world is vast and cool, like stuffing soft cotton into the big quilt of heaven and earth. Take a deep breath of fresh air and drive away all the pollution in the city. Wildflowers also proudly boast of their new makeup-clouds. Unfortunately, we can't see it. As if shy, Shan Ye made the fog wear tight winter clothes and the cloud wear beautiful thick hats, which made me invisible at all. In the twilight, the world is quiet, and so is Shan Ye, showing only the afterglow of the sunset. My heart is also quiet with this confused fog. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, this is a good learning opportunity, and sometimes, inner peace is a rare realm.
When the wind blows at night, the fog will slowly disperse like magic, and it will wander in the mountains and refuse to leave. The wind is getting worse, and the bulging cheeks are blowing with fog. The fog seems to be afraid of the wind, and it disappears in the blink of an eye.
The dense stars show smiling faces.
Mountain fog is like an oolong! Bypassing the mountainside, hanging in the air, like shaking and falling!
You see, like yarn, like haze, like clouds; Hanging on the tree, around the roof, full of winding mountain roads, hiding in the grass. Sometimes it looks like a raging tide, and sometimes it looks like Bai Ou on the sea, as if there is fog on the rough sea. Smoke is boundless, floating everywhere, and everything is covered with foggy coats, becoming hazy! In an instant, this milky fog split into tiny raindrops, scattered on the path, scattered on people's faces, gently. If there is autumn chrysanthemum in any home, with the fragrance of chrysanthemum and the rain and dew, people are a little drunk!
The mountains in the distance seem to be surrounded by fog and become a sea of fog; Those tall trees can only see a faint shadow.
Suddenly, the fog, like a gauze, drifted away with the wind; Like a haze, blown away by the wind; Four clouds were gently blown away by the wind. It turned out that the sun poked its head out from the east, and the fog left on the top of the mountain was covered with a golden coat by the sun. At first glance, yellow and white are mixed together.
The rising sun revealed the first particle. I have never seen this bright red so red, nor have I seen this bright red so fresh. In a flash, I rushed out of the horizon and finally decorated the earth. The residual fog has also dispersed, and the dew is shining in different colors.
The sixth grade composition about fog is 7 whether fog is charming or illusory. This virtual reality is white, and the world is covered, as if it were covered with a layer of white gauze.
Fog is ever-changing and may change at any time and place. Spread out, gather together, rise slowly, fall slowly, roll forward, and retreat slowly. Its unpredictable posture, I think even a talented top painter can't describe it, and its beautiful posture can't be expressed in the most beautiful language! The fog is constantly changing, and sometimes it turns into an elegant swan, dignified and incomparable, and sometimes it turns into a snow-white horse, heading for the distance; Sometimes it turns into soft and sweet cotton candy, which is delicious and attractive, and sometimes it turns into a lovely little white sheep and walks happily. ...
Fog is not only ever-changing and dazzling, but also a makeup artist who loves beauty. It made a delicate makeup for pedestrians on the road: rendering the black hair on people's foreheads into a trace of silver hair, and hanging sequins on the upturned eyelashes. I reached out my little hand and touched it, but the fog was like that shy girl, hiding everywhere. They ran to me again, hiding in my long hair and standing on my clothes.
I have seen the snow in winter and received the drizzle in spring. Now I appreciate the mist.