In daily study, work or life, everyone must be exposed to compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling and distracting from the theme. Not even a theme. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a composition about fog that I compiled. I hope it can help everyone. Composition 1 about fog
No one knows the tricks of fog?
The fog surrounded the building, covering it up like a masked killer. The clouds in the sky also joined in and turned into a cold sword, making people shiver.
The fog climbed up the mountain, and it pushed itself up, wanting to rest comfortably for a while so that it could start its bigger masterpiece.
Now, it carefully walked to a car and picked up the car. Then, he suddenly ran to a big truck, made a big tail for the truck, and decorated the truck into a dragon. The fog really knows how to play mischief.
The sun gradually came out, and the feeble body of the fog became transparent. It used to be so lively, but now it is ready to fly back to its nest. It used the remaining strength to circle around the tree, making a "golden iron cloth cloth" for the tree to cover it. The power of the fog is dissipating rapidly, and it has no place to hide. It gradually faded, and the shape of a mountain appeared in the distance.
The fog is a naughty child who is always looking for fun. Especially in early spring, it seems to be very lonely, coming out to have fun every day... Composition 2 about fog
In the morning, when I opened the curtains, I saw a piece of white in front of me. It turned out to be a fairy wearing a white gauze under the fog, flickering like smoke, everywhere.
The fog is like a naughty child. The fog blurs your eyes and makes you feel particularly sluggish. Walking on the road, the foggy children will block your way and make you unable to see anything clearly, so people always squint so that they can see further. My mother usually rides fast on the way to school, but today she rides slowly. I kept asking: "Mom, why are you driving so slowly today?" Mom smiled and said: "It's very foggy today. When you speed up, it's easier to hit others." That's it! It dawned on me.
After a while, Sun’s father stuck his head out and said to Wu Meng’s child, “You’ve been playing for so long, come home!” Wu Meng refused to go home. Old Mrs. Sun said again: "Do you want me to come out and teach you a lesson before you are willing to go home?" As he said that, Father Sun, covered with clouds, climbed up the Dongshan Mountain, dyed the sky red, illuminated the earth, and walked closer step by step. Fog Boy, Fog Boy was startled and disappeared after a while.
Ah, it’s another sunny day today!
：Zhou Ningman, a third-year student at Jingjiang Foreign Studies City South Branch, writing about fog 3
You are always so mysterious.
You cover the sky and the earth, and under your cover, the morning sun is not as red as before. Looking around, everywhere is white, I can't help but want to look at you more. You seem to be holding up our bodies and letting us enter a dreamlike wonderland... You reveal the unique charm of nature. At this time, you are indescribably hazy and beautiful. However, your haziness makes me confused. Standing in the "hazy", I seemed to be standing on the road of life, unable to see the road ahead clearly.
You are still increasing. Looking up into the distance, you can hardly see anything. The sun is struggling, trying to escape from your hands, people are trying to see things through you, but you still don't care. At this time, I fell into deep thought again... Frustration is just like you at this time. Sometimes we will be enveloped by it. We will hesitate and lose direction. How do we choose? Should we retreat and give up? Or move forward and persevere?
You slowly disappeared and became very soft. The mountains in the distance are gradually exposed. At this time, you are not as spectacular as the heavy snow, nor as lingering as the small fish. It turns out that you are saying goodbye to me...
Looking at the bright flowers in the distance, I suddenly realized... When the fog envelopes you, don't panic, believe in yourself, and never give up hope. Everything will pass, everything will return to its original state, and everything will become beautiful.
At this time, I discovered that haziness is also a kind of beauty... Composition 4 about fog
In the morning, the fog quietly floated out, filling the entire sky and shrouding it. earth.
I stood on the balcony and looked up. The fog looked like a bride in a wedding dress, and like a shy little girl hiding in the mountains, hiding in the trees, hiding in the middle of the house, so , the crape myrtle mountains and houses in the distance have disappeared, and the trees and streets in the distance have also disappeared, as if they are all playing hide and seek with me. In the nearby vegetable garden, the leaves of green beans and winter melon were covered with a thin layer of small water drops, as if they had been washed in milk. When you touch them with your hands, they feel wet and slippery.
After a while, the sun rose, and the surrounding fog gradually faded and dispersed. The Ziwei Mountain in the distance is looming, and her hazy silhouette is vaguely visible. The nearby houses are getting clearer and clearer, and the cars on the street are slowly becoming busier. The sun shines softly in the clouds, butterflies dance happily in the yard, and even the little bees come to the vegetable garden to play with their friends.
The leaves seemed to be greener, and the loofah vine stretched out its soft branches and climbed energetically on the railing. I stood on the balcony and took a breath of air. It was so refreshing!
Ah! Beautiful Mist Girl, you are so strange! You are really a magical magician! The world is really ever-changing and colorful in your hands! I really like you! Composition 5 about fog
Early this morning, I opened the window and looked outside, and found that a vast white fog shrouded the earth. The surrounding houses and trees seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, making them blurry and unclear.
On the way to school, I walked into the fog, as if I had entered a mythical world. There was fog everywhere around me, and it surged quietly around me, just like the sea with a faint glow. The waves are really a bit like flying in the clouds and floating in the mist. The thick fog blocked my sight, and pedestrians more than ten steps away could only see an outline. The cars and motorcycles on the road all turned on their lights, their speed was much slower than usual, and their drivers kept honking their horns. The mist was like a mother's hand gently stroking my face. It was cool and had a warm and moist feeling. After a while, my hair was wet, there was a layer of small water droplets on my eyelashes, and my eyelids felt heavy.
When I arrived at school, I found that the flowers, plants and trees on campus had also changed. The grass, flowers, and leaves are all covered with a layer of small water drops, like wearing a crystal dress, so beautiful.
Gradually the sun emerged from the thick fog, hanging like a ball in the sky, emitting soft light.
Oh, how wonderful the scenery is in the fog! Composition 6 about fog
There was a heavy fog on Sunday morning, so I went out for a walk. Oh, by the way, there are my dad and my mom too! I'm like a swimmer. I'm practicing breaststroke on land, and my mother is a little bit blinded by it, but I'm not afraid even if I have a protective shield with my father. The main thing is that I don’t wear glasses and I can’t see clearly because I am a ‘healthy little athlete’.
My problem has been solved, but the driver of our car is on a business trip again. What went wrong? Our driver's car ran out of battery, so he couldn't turn on the fog lights, and what should we do if he was on the road again! The driver thought about it and finally figured out, isn't there a charger?
Although the fog caused a lot of trouble, it was also beautiful. When walking in the fog, it feels like being in the clouds or in the water. In fact, it's still on the ground. The last line of the poem by Wu Zhenpei "Looks like clouds from a distance but disperses when near. Don't hide when you are far away."
Do you know how the fog is so beautiful? Don’t know! Today, I, Dr. Chen, will solve it for you! Because the humidity in the air is high, when it encounters dust, it condenses into small dewdrops, which gather together and become fog. Composition 7 about fog
In the morning, I opened the door and saw that there was such a heavy fog.
I just walked out of the corridor door, ouch! I got knocked down. I was wondering, where did that guy come from? Forget it, never mind. I continued walking forward, but the fog was so heavy that I could only walk holding on to the wall. For some reason, all the trees have become "invisible" and disappeared. Ding-ding-ding...the sound of a bicycle made me wonder where to go. Forget it, just walk against the wall. Bang! That guy hit the trash can and I was really worried about that guy. On the road, there is hardly a building to be seen. I walked forward cautiously... When I got to school, I couldn't see anyone, I could only see a little light in the classroom. I bumped into several people on the playground. I thought I hit the fog! I walked and walked until I reached the stairs. I held on to the railing and walked into the classroom step by step. When I walked to the classroom, I saw only five or six people. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already eight o'clock. It turned out that other people were still wandering around the playground and couldn't find the stairs. Alas, when will this fog lift... Composition on Fog 8
This morning, I opened the curtains as usual, looked out the window, and couldn't help but be shocked. ah! It was all foggy, and nothing could be seen clearly. The entire city was shrouded in heavy fog, which seemed to have covered the entire city with a mysterious veil, looming.
I hurriedly ran to the platform to take a look at the pedestrians, vehicles and trees on the street. Unexpectedly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see clearly. I could only hear the sound of car horns and exhaust fumes.
Looking into the distance, the original high-rise buildings are no longer there? The trees on both sides of the road have also disappeared; even the grape vines and cacti of the neighbor's house across the street can no longer be seen clearly. People doing morning exercises have not come out. The streets are less noisy than before and more quiet.
In the white world, everything is so pure and innocent. These things seem to come from the outer world and are extremely touching. A gust of cool wind blew in my face, and I couldn't help shivering. At this time, my mother came over and interrupted my meditation.
It is precisely because of the wonders of rain, dew, fog, sunshine, etc. in nature that these colorful and magical worlds are formed. Composition 9 about fog
On the morning before the frost, there was a heavy white fog. Many cars turned on their fog lights, and pedestrians walked with difficulty on the road for fear of hitting others.
The fog is like a naughty doll. It covers the eyes of every pedestrian with a layer of white gauze, turning our surroundings into a dream world. Everyone can be seen in the eyes of others. "Invisibility" makes every passerby feel strange. I walked cautiously in the fog. It felt like I was just in place and not moving forward. The school gate appeared vaguely in the distance but the teaching building was not visible. , where is the teaching building? I kept groping around the campus and finally the tall teaching building appeared. When I looked back, the gate was gone again! How strange. I ran quickly towards the classroom. From time to time, I could hear the discussion sounds of my classmates. The school bell rang. None of the students seemed to be in the mood to listen to the class. They looked back from time to time, looking forward to it. The long bell finally resounded in our school. Everyone rushed to the playground, shouting and shouting... After reading my article, it depends on your luck whether you also want to play. , if you encounter such a thick fog, you can have fun, but don’t play for too long, the fog is poisonous. Oh! Composition 10 about fog
Grandpa Sun finally came, and the fog quietly receded under the soft sunshine, but her simplicity, gentleness, and beauty remained in my heart forever and ever.
I opened the window in the morning and took a look, ah! The windows are nice and white. The mist drifted gently into the windows, one by one, without any impurities. Like milky white cotton yarn, endless. The mist floats on your face, caressing you gently like a pair of loving and gentle hands, making you feel so soft and cool! So cool!
Walking into the fog is like being in an endless scroll. At first glance, the mist seems really ambitious, as if it wants to swallow up the entire world before you stop. All the mountains and rivers are covered with a layer of gauze, the river seems to have no end, and its tail cannot be seen from here. oh! He has really become a real Tian Tonghe! Look at the mountains in the distance. The fog covers the head of the mountain and puts a white hat on it, as if a naughty child is avoiding you! The lights on the mountains in the distance are like a few shimmering stars, flickering on and off, and like the twinkling of a child's eyes.
Stepping on the path, everything seemed so quiet. One or two birds appear by chance. When you look back, where are the birds? But it has disappeared without a trace. Good invisibility. In this poem and painting, people can't help but think of the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers here, and the shadows of sandalwood and people's hearts saying good things to... After the fog dissipates, the sky is often clear. In my heart, this fog reveals unpredictable expectations and makes people look forward to it.
Grandpa Sun finally came, and the fog quietly receded under the soft sunshine, but her simplicity, gentleness, and beauty remained in my heart, forever and ever. Writing about the fog 11
After I finished breakfast, I opened the door and went to school.
I walked out of the door and saw, ah, the fog fell heavily, pressing on my head layer by layer. The fog wrapped around my body, my heart, and my sight. Just like in a dream, there is illusion and mist everywhere, and enchanting clouds and mist are floating in the air. The clouds and mist are like a group of docile little sheep, cuddling up and playing...
As I walked on the road, I grabbed a handful of the thick mist and it felt soft; I took a breath and it was sweet; I stepped on it and it was light and soft. . There was a vast expanse of white a few feet away, and I felt like I was in a dreamland, roaming carefree in a dream, so intoxicating! The sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a huge tent, and everything was wet. The only sounds of footsteps were heard on the road, and you could only see who it was when you walked in.
This fog is so white and pure, without any miscellaneous colors. I carried my schoolbag and walked silently in the fog. There was silence all around. Occasionally, I could hear a few clear birdsong, but I could only hear the birdsong, but there was no trace of the bird. I walked on the river bank in the city and saw that the small river seemed to have become a "Tiantian River", and one bank could not see the other bank. I seemed to be walking alone in the clouds. The mist like gauze and white silk soaked my hair and clothes, making me feel a little lonely and melancholy.
When I arrived at the school, I looked outside: the whole world was shrouded in mist and thick fog. I couldn’t distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth, and couldn’t see the roads, trees and figures...
This flawless white mist brings me into infinite reverie! Composition 12 about fog
When I went to school in the morning, I just opened the door and a puff of white smoke hit me. I looked up and thought, wow, what a heavy fog.
The fog shrouded the surroundings tightly. The mountains, villages, and houses in the distance are all invisible. The fog is white, like cotton balls floating in the air. It disperses for a while, gathers for a while, rises slowly for a while, and rolls forward for a while. As I watched, I seemed to be lifted up in mid-air and entered a fairy tale-like wonderland.
The lights on the road seemed so weak. I walked carefully on the road. I couldn't see anything two meters away. I could only hear people's voices, footsteps, the honking of cars, and the sound of bicycles. Ringtone... Fog, although not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, is as gentle as a kind mother. Walking on the misty road, breathing in the fresh air, letting the mist gently caress my little face, it was very pleasant. The fog is like a group of cute children, playing and having fun.
The fog gradually became lighter and thinner, floating like a veil in the morning breeze. Slowly, the sun showed a smiling face. Although the sun looks sleepy in the mist, it is honest and lovely.
The fog is like a magician, making the earth hazy for a while, and then clearly visible for a while. I love this magician of nature - morning mist. Composition 13 about fog
In the evening, I planned to go home. Before leaving, my father told my mother and me: ride slowly and don’t compete with cars when crossing the road. I nodded repeatedly after hearing this, but I still didn’t understand why my father asked us to ride slower at night?
Only when I was riding on the road did I suddenly realize that there was heavy fog outside. Dad said this because of our safety. There was a vast expanse of white everywhere on the road. When I saw the buildings nearby, I could only see the bottom floors, not the tops. The car lights driving on the road were flashing, as if to say: "Don't kiss me, I'm afraid of repairs." I thought there would definitely be a car accident in such a thick fog. The street was completely white, and no one could be seen a few steps away. It was like "there is no one in the empty street, but you can hear the sound of the car horn." This heavy fog reminded me of Zhuge Liang's story about borrowing arrows from a straw boat. During the fog, the soldiers beat drums to make Cao's army think that there was an enemy coming and shoot arrows desperately. If there was not such a heavy fog, Zhuge Liang would not be able to borrow so many arrows. The heavy fog really makes Zhuge Liang happy and makes me worried. But how did the fog form? After I got home, I turned on my computer with this question and found out the answer. It turns out that water vapor is liquefied with the help of solid dust particles. The white fog was just floating water vapor, and my clothes were really wet.
The heavy fog has made me gain a lot of knowledge. Composition 14 about fog
There was a heavy fog last night, and it has not ended yet this morning.
Last night, my father went to pick up my sister from school. When he got home, he said, "It's foggy. It's so heavy that I can't see the house opposite from my balcony." I immediately went to the balcony. After looking, I couldn't see the building opposite. What my father said was so right.
This morning, my parents and I went to the street to buy fish. As soon as I went out, I saw the sky full of white fog. It was so thick that I couldn't even see the road more than ten meters away. My eyelashes were wet, and the road was also wet. The fog was really too big. ah! The fish seller didn't come either.
After I came back from the street, the fog had not receded. I went to the front of the building to play with the children. There were very few children, only one. I went up a tree to amuse the children so that they wouldn't find me. Unexpectedly, there were so many fog drops on the tree that I couldn't see clearly and my legs got stuck in it.
The heavy fog has not receded for a day, and I am confused.
The fog this time is really too heavy! Composition 15 about fog
Early in the morning, the birds on the branches played cheerful songs, waking me up from my deep sleep.
Opening the window, a wisp of gauze-like mist kissed my face, gentle and delicate. Everything in front of me was immersed in the mist, looming. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, feel wet, as if all the cells in your body are being moisturized, and wake up.
When I went to school with my schoolbag on my back, I discovered that the fog on the fields was layer by layer, flowing slowly. The houses shrouded in the fog looked like a fairy pavilion, and the rising sun was even more... He was shy and half-hidden his face while holding his pipa. The fog on the road is always in piles, like fluffy marshmallows. When I approach it and want to take a lick, I find that my breath has blown it away without a trace.
Walking in the mist, I feel like a noble princess. Wherever I pass, ladies bow down and give way quietly. Walking in the fog, I felt like I was in a fairyland, with clouds lingering around me, and the metasequoia trees had become the Queen Mother’s flat peaches. Walking through them, they looked like the Weaver Girl dancing... Unknowingly, the fog gradually thinned and melted. , the sun blushed, every path and street became clear, trees, flowers, cars, houses... everything became radiant.