Fog's topic composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my composition on the topic of fog. Welcome to read the collection.

I don't like rain, because it is sometimes heartless; I don't like snow, because snow is sometimes weak and enchanting; I don't like the wind either, because sometimes it is cold and biting ... but I love the vastness alone, giving people rich imagination and intoxicating fog. Immersed in the fog, that feeling is really wonderful.

As soon as I open the window in the morning, my eyes turn white. Trees, tall buildings and pedestrians seem to be soaked in the fog as thick as milk, and they can't tell where the sky is and where the ground is. The sky and the earth are combined by this fog. The traffic lights on the street have also lost their former glory, flickering faintly, and only passers-by can vaguely see the beating numbers with their eyes wide open. Looking up at the sky, the sun in the sky is ashamed and no longer emits strong light. I saw a white ball hanging in the sky and lost its luster.

I slowly went downstairs, and the flowers and plants on the ground were all wet by the fog, and the petals were covered with glittering and translucent water drops. I closed my eyes gently, and then slowly opened them, with small drops of water on my eyelashes. Blink, it's cool to have water droplets in your eyes. I reached out to catch the thick fog, but I caught it back and spread my hands. I have nothing on my hand, only fog surrounds me. "Hey, come and play!" A child called me. I woke up from meditation and turned my head but I couldn't see anyone! I groped in the fog and saw my familiar partner, and they immediately frolicked.

Near noon, the fog gradually dispersed. Trees, tall buildings and traffic lights have sprung up again, and the pace of pedestrians has accelerated a lot, so drivers need not be so careful when driving. I don't know when, the sun became warm again and sprinkled the sun on the earth. The streets are noisy again, and the cleaners are busy again. Only the small flowers still have bright water droplets, which are traces of fog.

Fog, like a girl wearing a white gauze, makes people ripple in a dreamlike realm. Fog is not as melancholy as rain, as spectacular as snow, and as heartless as wind. It just silently shows its beautiful posture. Fog gave me happiness and enriched my childhood.

I love you, Fog!

Fog composition topic 2 I like fog since I was a child. Fog is the happiest time in my memory.

Every winter comes in my hometown, there is a dense fog. On such days, I always like to run to the top of the mountain, sit quietly, think nothing, just wait quietly, and only when the fog clears, do I reluctantly go back.

Sitting alone at the top of the mountain, quietly watching the fog rise and disperse, that kind of happy mood is beyond others' understanding. Sit quietly and listen to the dew dripping on the leaves and fallen leaves, and you will find that there is no more beautiful music in the whole world. This kind of sound, this kind of music, only exists in the sky. How many times can we smell it on earth?

When the fog rises, the distant peaks seem to be covered with a layer of transparent gauze, which is blurred and magical. As the fog gets thicker and thicker, you can't see anything in front of you in a blink of an eye, only thick fog surrounds you. The mountains in the distance and the trees in the vicinity all disappear in your field of vision, only the sound of crisp birds singing and dew falling around you. At this point, your mourning platform is empty, and your troubles and worries are swept away. Your mood will suddenly change from quiet to extreme excitement. If you want to shout and sing, then shout and sing! This is your private space.

When the sun came out, the fog slowly dispersed. The distant mountains and nearby trees are back in your sight. The mountain is still that mountain and the tree is still that tree. However, the whole world seems to be different. An unspeakable feeling welled up in my heart, warm and heavy, with a little joy of harvest and a little regret of loss.

The composition of fog topic 3 The fog is very serious these days. Why did the smog become so big? The culprit is nothing more than ourselves.

This is because more and more exhaust gas from the back of the car we drive feeds the smog, and the smoke from burning garbage also feeds the smog. Haze can't wait to thank us for raising it so much and damaging the environment.

It was six o'clock in the morning and I had a stretch. When I opened the door, I found a vast mist outside, which made people unable to see the road ahead.

Grandpa took me to the station in the morning. Wow! It's too white in front, you can't even see the road ahead, and it's easy to have an accident.

Originally, the smog subsided around nine o'clock, but because we humans feed the smog too much, the smog will subside after ten o'clock. How dangerous!

Smog will not only cause accidents, but also do harm to our health.

Although it is like a puff of smoke, it is not small! We all have to breathe, so do animals, but if the smog is heavy, we breathe in poisonous gas instead of air. Even if you wear a mask, there will still be poisonous gas, but it is better than not wearing a mask. What should we do now? Of course, you can't do it yourself. It depends on everyone, the whole country and people all over the world.

Each of us should do something, such as driving as little as possible, riding a bike, and driving a battery car if it is an old man is better than driving. Besides, we should plant more trees. Don't cut down trees and trample the grass. Because trees can absorb dust and give us new oxygen.

The environment depends on everyone, and the smog is also fed by us. We need to eliminate it bit by bit and gradually get smaller. Don't let it eat, let it starve!

Fog composition topic 4 "Hurry up, there is fog ahead, and you can ignore it if you get lost." Hearing this, the students left behind rushed forward, and we could only see a little figure of the students in front. We are all very scared, afraid of getting lost.

At this moment, the voice rang again. When I looked intently, it turned out that Zhang was shouting. I ran at full speed in the direction of teacher Zhang and Joe. When I looked back, I could only vaguely see the figure of my classmates behind me. I also helped Zhang Xiongbo shout. After a while, many students gathered around Mr. Qiao and Zhang, and Mr. Qiao gave the order to keep close. After that, Mr. Qiao walked forward again, and we followed Mr. Qiao closely like followers. It's foggy, as if someone deliberately used a lot of smoke bombs to confuse us.

I think it should be smog, but when I think about it, it just rained last night, and it should be water vapor. I tried to smell the peculiar smell of steam, but I didn't expect an unpleasant smell to get into my nose. I knew it was cow dung when I smelled it. I quickly covered my nose and mouth with my hand and quickly crossed the cow dung area. After passing through the dirty and smelly cow dung area, Mr. Qiao asked us to have a rest, so I walked around. While smelling the unique smell of water vapor, I feel more and more like entering a fairyland. Look at the water vapor around me like a cloud. Looking down the hill, you can't see anything at all, only pieces of white fog. Sometimes I shout down the hill and show my voice. We climbed the nearby hill and sang the camp song of Lingzhipo. As I sang, I looked at the front, and I only saw the vague little trees in front, like painters.

Back in Lingzhipo, we celebrated Lei Jun at the celebration hosted by Zhang and won the title of the first amateur position of Quanlingbao. We cheered, but Zhang ran away halfway, so the celebration had to end halfway.

Today, I walk in the fog, and tomorrow, I walk on the bright road. Life is like a game. If you break through one customs, it will pass through another customs. Fight for your tomorrow! Fight! Teenagers.

There is still smog today, which is the third consecutive foggy weather. I haven't seen the morning with fresh air for three days, and the visibility is from 100 meters to 50 meters, and then less than 50 meters ... It seems that heaven and earth are not separated, and it is a white world.

I put on my mask and set off. Walking on the road, people wear various anti-fog masks and walk with their heads down, as if they were conducting a biochemical experiment. There are obviously fewer non-motor vehicles on the road. Occasionally, several bicycles drive at a high speed, and from time to time, several electric cars appear, with the brightest lights on and the slowest speed on, as if afraid of hitting a sudden pedestrian. When I walked to the primary school alma mater, I could only see half of the playground, and the buildings before and after had already disappeared in the white fog. Back in the classroom, I saw many students still wearing masks. At this moment, Zhao Yuxuan came up to me and said humorously, "You just finished your nuclear experiment!" "The whole class laughed.

The smog weather for several days has brought great negative effects on our lives. Many people began to comment on the smog weather, but this is because we humans don't care about the ecological environment and have low awareness of environmental protection! Excessive automobile exhaust and high-carbon travel are the results. We're just reaping the consequences.

In order to make the smog disappear from our city, there is only low-carbon travel. This method can reduce automobile exhaust emissions, strengthen exhaust gas recovery, ride more bicycles, do not litter, do not burn coal or straw, and care for our ecological environment.

"Rome was not built in a day!" Let's work together, care for the ecological environment, travel green and let the smog disappear!

Fog topic composition 6 Hello everyone! I am rime. Whenever I hear someone praise me, my heart is always sweet.

I am famous! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I (Jilin rime). The Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, Yunnan Stone Forest and Guilin landscape are also called "Four Wonders of China", haha! ~ ~ How about it? Our rime family is famous!

We are famous because our rime is very beautiful, spectacular and magical.

People look at us with a certain emphasis: "Look at the fog at night, look at the hanging in the morning, and wait until the flowers fall in the afternoon."

"Watching the fog at night" means watching our ancestors-the fog on the eve of our formation. Around ten o'clock, our ancestors appeared one by one, first a little, then more and more, and the scope became wider and wider. They gather together, getting thicker and thicker, and large groups of them roll up from the river and drift to the banks.

"Hanging up in the morning" means coming to see us in the morning. The trees on the Shili causeway were dyed silvery white by us, the willows were like weeping willows with jade branches, and we were like blooming silver flowers, crystal clear. Look! How beautiful we are.

"Stay till evening" refers to the scene where we fell. Usually around 10 am. We began to fall down one by one, and then slipped down in chains. The breeze blew, we danced in the air, and a bright silver sunshine shone on us. We are like colorful snow curtains. You see how beautiful we are, but our formation is complicated and slow.

When night fell and the temperature dropped to about -30℃, our ancestors came out and flocked to the two banks, covering the ten-mile long embankment. We gathered together, getting thicker and thicker, drowning the trees. Gradually, the light came on. The shadows of the trees are blurred. Our ancestors slowly and gently plated silver on pine needles and willow branches layer by layer. At first, it was like a silver thread, and gradually it became a silver bar. Finally, we made all the silver pines and snow willows on the ten-mile long embankment.

Ha ha! How about it? Isn't our rime home beautiful and dreamy?

This morning, as usual, my father took me to school by electric car.

As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw something gray in the air, covering the earth, and the trees next to it set off like a foggy forest.

In the street, everything seems dead and lifeless. Unlike in the past, everyone remained silent, cars were turned on with anti-fog lights, and people put on masks. Looking at the road ahead, it is only five meters, which makes people unable to tell the truth from the false.

People say that the only difference between heaven and earth is that the sky is like fog, a phantom, invisible and intangible. However, the appearance of Hangzhou today has quite the taste of a fairy descending to earth. After fireworks, we can see the world.

Under the rule of this day, the dark days were born again. No one in the classroom went out to play, and no one did nothing in the sun after class as usual. The doors and windows were closed, and there was no sound in the classroom. Everyone is studying quietly, probably because of the weather.

The sky is so gloomy, and sometimes there will be yellow mud, so there is nothing to miss. Then the immortal who came down to earth may be disappointed with what he saw. The so-called human fireworks are nothing but gray smoke in front of his eyes. The imaginary night market lighting on a full moon night is the cold electronic display screen on a rainy day.

Smog is always hated, spurned and resisted by people. But who doesn't know, who doesn't understand, the smog is getting worse every year, which is the product of our human beings? Why is smog so difficult to overcome, but people can always talk about environmental pollution and air pollution? In the final analysis, it is necessary for human beings to fill the big hole they have dug for themselves and make up for their mistakes.

May fireworks be all beautiful and secular emotions, people and all products of the world, rather than the particularly disturbing and lifeless smog in autumn and winter.

If we want to add a deadline to the disappearance of this "human fireworks", I hope it is F! Oh! r！ e！ v！ e！ r！

Reject smog, resist air pollution and create a beautiful home together!

Fog topic composition 8 Fog is as white as a cloud, as light as a yarn, as charming as a fairyland, as far as emptiness. It is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, nor as warm as heavy rain. It is light and soft.

Fog is mysterious and gives people a strange feeling. I like fog. Every time it snows, I feel like a different person. I'm crazy.

I ran downstairs again today and stood still. I stared, I was in a daze.

For a long time, I raised my hand to catch this fog, feeling that I had caught a handful of humid air in my hand, but there was nothing in front of me. I just looked at the gathering and scattering of fog, and vaguely seemed to see passers-by walking slowly with fairy spirit. Passers-by occasionally hear the sound of several birds flapping their wings. Even the sound of footsteps, the flapping of wings, the ringing of bicycles and people's conversation seem to be playing an early morning symphony.

I am immersed in this morning fog, as if sweet milk moistens me; It seems that my kind mother is feeding me; It seems that the fragrant flowers are touching me. It makes me feel that time is still, and everything is still. The world is still, and so is the earth. I forget, forget what to do, forget who I am, forget where I am. I am floating in the arms of fog, spinning and rising, dancing around me like thousands of elves.

I smiled. Is that looming building an illusion? Or a mirage in the desert? Is the flower with its head down asleep? Are you still avoiding something? Does that erect tree embrace the fog? Or are you just like me, dumbfounded and stupid?

I didn't tell until the fog gradually dispersed and the sun hurt my eyes. Like a waking child, the world moved again, and I gradually saw the world in front of me.

Fog topic composition 9 I get up in the morning and open the window, yeah! What a heavy fog! It seems that a thick and wide curtain has fallen from the sky. Carrying a schoolbag and walking on the way to school is like standing in a sea of clouds. I feel like a fairy in a white gauze dress. I'm a little high!

These fogs are also naughty. I reached out my little hand to touch them, but they flew naughtily ... Hey, who kissed my little face? Wet my hair again? It seems to snuggle up to me again, and I can't catch it if I want to. What a naughty boy! "Haw …" The chirping of birds made me look around, but I didn't know what birds were chirping in the tree.

The car was driving on the road, "Di ……" A red car came flying from a distance and roared past me. Before I came to my senses, it crashed into the boundless fog and disappeared without a trace. Only the shouts of adults were heard on the road, but no one was seen. Everything is blurred, I can't see clearly. "Chen Wenjing ..." The familiar sound of sweeping leaves came from my ear. I hurried forward to check. It turned out to be a cleaner, wearing an orange vest and a yellow cleaning hat, bending over and sweeping the street meticulously! At this time, the car's flute, people's shouts, sweeper's sweeping sound and birds' singing merged into a harmonious and wonderful morning symphony. ...

The fog gradually dispersed, the birds sang more happily and the car ran faster. The sun showed a lovely smiling face, like oranges and persimmons, plating the earth with a layer of gold, and everything on the earth was full of vitality.

Comments: In this article about scenery, the author describes the beautiful scenery in the fog in the morning. The article uses rhetoric, vivid language, beautiful words and brilliant literary talent. Such as "this fog is really big! It seems that a very thick and wide curtain has fallen from the sky. " In short, it's nice to compare the fog to a curtain, which vividly shows the thickness and width of the fog!

Fog 10 The world can be so wonderful, so beautiful and so sad.

Man's birth is a dream. Maybe you work hard, but you can't. Or you suddenly succeed inadvertently. Maybe the world you see now is not real, or it is not a complete world.

You can run all the way, walk around, and even escape from everything. But how can you find a world that you may not have experienced yet? I think that's being yourself. When you say good night to the night with a smile, you may find a kind of happiness called joy. This world is definitely different, but he is used to hiding it from us. Just like beautiful ice cream, we only see his gorgeous appearance, but we can't guess his real taste. The world is the same. He has too many coats. He can be: beautiful, happy, sad, quiet, noisy, even dark and dirty, and of course bright. But we just can't guess. Just like a wonderful magic show, you just need to be an audience, because you can't guess. Sometimes people are so helpless and so small.

Maybe this is a boundary for everyone and you can't cross it. But you can feel your own world in this range. There may be tears, misunderstandings, regrets and regrets. But there are also laughter, hugs, comfort and happiness. You know him anyway, don't you? At least we can try our best to see our own world there.

When night comes, please say good night to it! Because it also belongs to your world.

Everyone has his own world and his own story. There may be no audience or stage, but they are still performing.

Fog composition topic 1 1 When I got up in the morning, I saw a piece of white outside through the window. Out of the house, wow! It's foggy.

The fog enveloped the whole world in a milky white, as if it were constantly pushing me. I can't help but want to catch it. But as soon as I stretched out my hand, it was like a naughty little brother, constantly hiding back. "See where you are going?" I chased it all over the yard, but it was always one step ahead of me. I couldn't catch it or touch it.

Riding my mother's motorcycle to school, I saw fog surging around us. One moment they are like stormy waves, and the other they are like Yunshan drifting with the tide. Everything around is a fog, only the engine sound of motorcycle, the "ding" sound of bicycle and the "drip" sound of car can be heard ... Mom drives very slowly today, almost comparable to the tortoise. Soon I saw a car spit out from opposite me in the fog: "One, two, three …" The more you count, the more interesting it is.

Unconsciously, the fog changed and became soft. Through the fog, you can vaguely see the surrounding houses, cars and farmland ... The fog seems to have cast a veil over the whole world, which is hazy and unreal. No wonder people often use "falling like a cloud in five miles" to describe a trance and blurred state. Mom's car drove faster and faster, and the fog drifted by, like walking through a fairyland. Looking up, the sun came out. The sunshine in the fog is particularly gentle and looks at me kindly like my mother's face. Through the orange light sprinkled by layers of dense fog, I feel warm with her.

When I finally got to school, I suddenly found my mother's eyelashes and hair tips shining, as if I had sprinkled bright powder on the stage. Touch it with your hands. It's cool and really looks like a small ice crystal. Hey, where are these ice crystals? It's just that there are some water stains on my hands. Look at other children, parents ... hats, scarves, ponchos, clothes, wrinkled places, all seem to be covered with frost. Everybody, look at me, I look at you, and they all laugh.

Lovely fog, beautiful fog, I will go to other places to find you: Woods, reed ponds, grass … Don't be naughty with me next time, let me touch you!

Fog topic composition 12 fog, this is a frightening word, it hides the beauty of the city, and what is more hateful is that it arrogantly takes away the fresh and sweet air.

I hate industrialized areas, factories, waste gas, sewage ... which makes me less and less green and more gray. I always feel that plants are crying; Let the park no longer smell the flowers and hear the clever songs of birds; Animals also hid, afraid to face the white terror.

Masks and gas masks have become daily necessities. Children who want to go out with their families are pushed and dragged by the so-called smog in the huge population. I don't know when it will be realized.

Once, the small county where I lived began to be filled with choking fog, making it difficult to breathe every time. I feel as if there is a fire burning in my lungs. Once upon a time, going out was the chirping of sparrows. But now, the only response to you is the harsh and headache of the car flute. Who on earth accused you of taking away our air with grass, flowers and cruel smog?

The small county has become a vast expanse of whiteness, and I'm afraid I'll get lost here ... There are no more children laughing and talking in the street. Without their play, the originally busy streets became quiet and deserted. Everyone is unwilling to go out and afraid to go out. The hospital was crowded with people. There are many people who don't see a doctor, almost all of them are "tracheitis". Lan, aren't these all your "masterpieces"?

Fuck off! Haze jun! Give me back the bird's song! Give me fresh air! Give me back a beautiful and happy city!