A beautiful sentence full of fog

1, the street, thick fog, foggy sea everywhere. On the way to school, I found that heaven and earth seemed to be shrouded in a huge fog curtain, and everywhere was wet. People come and go in the street, cars fly by nearby, and the distance is like a foggy world. Time is moving slowly, and the fog is changing slowly.

The most magnificent fog I have ever seen is the fog in the valley of the mountain. It is very thick, like a cloud, like a surging wave, which instantly permeates the whole valley.

3. The dense fog is like a cage and purulent. If the shadow appears, the landscape, flowers and trees are completely covered. I listened carefully, only heard a trace of birds singing, but I couldn't see it.

4. The morning mist is pervasive. Like a naughty child, skipping to our school seems to be looking for a bosom friend! Close up, the fog is hazy, like light smoke, like gauze, and looks soft and delicate. I'm afraid I can blow them away in one breath.

In early autumn, the foggy land was covered with a layer of gauze, covering golden fields, heavy ears of grain and small villages. The white clouds in front of us dance like ribbons, winding between trees and fields. The world seems to be in an illusion, and it feels great.

I haven't run outside for a long time. A few crisp birdsongs passed by my ear. The sky is shrouded in layers of misty fog, and the hazy morning scene lingers. The lines you see are very similar to an elegant ink painting.

7. The morning is foggy and the sky is covered with a thick layer of yarn. Everything beyond meters is hazy and seems to be looming. Because of the fog, the car had to crawl on the road like a snail.

8. The vast mist is like smoke and water, covering the peaks and rocks like a bride's headscarf.

9. The fog is pervasive, covering the flowing river tightly. Looking around, the whole river is smoky, just like a fairyland on earth.

10, in the morning, it is foggy. 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.