The ancient poem about writing morning mist is 1. Sentences describing morning fog.
In the morning, open the curtains and open the window. The breeze blew, and a fresh, fragrant and elegant earthy breath came to my face.
Spring comes so fast, quietly and unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wild flowers and rape flowers are blooming everywhere, and everything is bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl's light singing and dancing, which is very lovely.
Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and temptation of life.
The spring morning touched the hope in my heart and inspired the enthusiasm of life.
In the morning, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Birds and flowers are singing here, birds and flowers are singing. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
2. Sentences describing morning fog
fog
After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, 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 sunshine 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-Day Tour of the Yangtze River
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.
Jin yi de Wu
Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded, 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 "Warm Spring"
morning mist
The night fog slowly fades and turns white, like flowing transparent body, and the East turns 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.
Repeat "Morning in Shanghai"
I don't know when the fog started. 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.
There is no navigation mark on Yede River.
One foggy morning, I came to the levee. 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 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.
Zhang Ping's Morning Fog in Jinghu Lake
Mountain fog
Suddenly, the fog started, and it was a mass. First, it rolled like a snowball. Roll, roll, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed at the top of the mountain, the shadows of the trees are misty and delicate, gentle and affectionate. Then the roots of the mountain came out. But the mountainside is still white and empty. Just sigh, blink of an eye, the cloud suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere.
Jia Pingwa's Reading Mountains
In the early morning, the mountains are filled with white fog. The Great Wall of Wan Li, which is blue and gray, is like a dragon, descending with the mountain and diving into the vast sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating in the waves.
Political "Village Folk Songs" of the Motherland
The sun shines directly into the depths of the valley, and the mountains are like rows, one direction and one gesture. These unfathomable valleys are now steaming in white clouds. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring water evaporating.
Sun Li's The Beginning of the Storm
fog
Like a veil, 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 ode to fog yarn
3. What are the sentences describing the morning fog?
1. In the morning, when the whole city was hiding, I found the monster coming quietly. The dense fog is like a milky veil, mysterious, hazy and blurred. A feeling that the sun is alive and the reality is far away from you arises spontaneously. This solemnity and trance can not help but remind people of a fairyland, which is a realm that can be touched and imagined.
2. The fog in the morning, feeling close at hand, always makes me have an impulse to reach out and touch. If I do, it's just in vain. Walking in the fog, people can't see clearly from a distance. The sky is gray and seems to be closer to the ground.
People say that watching fog is like reading a poem. Fog not only painted a layer of color on my mood, but also made me read this poem with high artistic conception and profound meaning. I have also shuttled through the fog of life countless times, lost my way and lost my mind.
As the sky turns white, the fog becomes thicker. A thick mass of white rose with the fog and filled the whole road. Our eyes can only be locked a few steps away, and it is difficult to know what is ahead. The foggy morning air is particularly fresh, and my sister and I breathe the oxygen in this field deeply and shallowly.
I walked lightly on the dewdrop-covered field road, and the mist kissed my cheek and hair lightly, bringing a touch of refreshment and coolness. Slings of silk seeped into my skin through my thin clothes and drilled into my heart, just like a clear spring flowing gently.
6. I wandered in the morning fog, enjoying the vagaries of the fog, and my heart was filled with a kind of comfort, a kind of enjoyment, an extremely hazy and elegant enjoyment. I dare not take a deep breath for fear of disturbing this unique silence.
Looking at such a beautiful scene, I began to doubt my eyes. Is this fog? Like a galaxy flowing in the mountains; Clearly a warm girl, snuggling up to Shan Ge; Obviously like an elegant dancer, she gave full play to her versatility. She waved a ribbon and danced slowly to the top of the mountain.
8. Near, I can smell her fragrance; Near, I can hear her breathing; Near, I can feel her refreshing hug. I am intoxicated! It seems that I drifted to a higher place with her to meet the warm sunshine.
9. Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and 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.
10. The sun came out, the fog quietly receded, and my eyes suddenly opened up. The car increased its horsepower and ran faster. We breathe the air of fog bath cake and feel very cool psychologically.
4. What are the poems praising the morning mist?
Poems describing 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)
There are holes and valleys, and people are far away. 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.
9. Is Tang Xiangyu happy? Fifth (Wu Zetian)
The altar is foggy, and the smoke in Shuling is heavy. There is a basket of coins to show sincerity.
10. Cold food for newcomers in Qinchuan Road (Li Longji)
Smoke atmosphere boiled water in the temple, and the incense wheel returned temporarily.
1 1. Go to Taihang Mountain early to express your ambition (Li Longji)
White fog buried in ravines, Danxia helped Guang Xiao.
12. Bodhisattva Man (Li Yu)
The moon is dark and foggy, so I can go to Lang's side tonight.
13. Lucky Shaolin Temple (Wu Zetian)
Multi-tone gently blowing hair, she shook the mist.
14. Shiqiao (Li Yi)
See in the chaos and fog, and know between the wild goose pagoda clouds.
15. Autumn is coming (Li Shimin)
The evening mist of wheat straw rose and the twilight filled the room.
16. Fordwa Wu Ting (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.
17. Kunming Pool Facing Winter (Li Shimin)
The cold ground condenses into fog, and the frost dispels the sunset glow. The joy is still unfinished, and the scenery is gone.
18. Yu Yong (Li Shimin)
Harmony blows the green fields, and plum rains sprinkle the fields. The new stream and the old stream are full of fog and smoke.
19. Xianghe song? Jiangnan Lane (Lee Ha)
The green fog in the river is cool, and the sky is red and rugged on the mountain. ()
20. Jiangnan Lane (Lee Ha)
The green fog in the river is cool, and the sky is red and rugged. Water, wind, clouds, old bamboo and bamboo rafters are picturesque.
2 1. Lan Xiang Goddess Temple (Li He)
Riding on the fog to the same place, the smell of Yushan is alive.
22. Dance music (Li He)
Dancheng is a snake riding a white fog, and Yujing is a thousand years old.
23. Judgment (Su Xiang)
Fly to red mist, and Gai will float in the clouds.
24. Yu Zhao has a gift for his peers (Li Wei)
Rain flies at night and poisonous fog steams in the morning.
25. Feng He Deng Li Gaoshan Ding Yu Mu Yingzhi (Hengli)
In the fog, the city gate is closed, and the river clouds are connected.
26. Send Hu Hao to Nanzhong (Li Yi)
Birds fly south, but no one sees the north. Close the door of the sea, the clouds are waiting for you to open.