Sentences describing clouds

1, a thin layer of ivory air ripples gently on the ears of wheat like yarn.

2. The dense gray fog pervades the earth, as if hiding the mystery of nature change.

The forest is covered with a mist, as if floating.

4. Another fog came, and the whole mountain was lonely. The bright water curtain and splashing waterfall gradually disappear, and behind the hazy dark color is a hanging water ring. There are several fog beads on the clothes, and the bells of the old woman at the summit are sometimes turbid. Looking up at Jiuhua, what can you do except dream? Hold this victory in your arms, floating in the clouds, and your fingers are full of cool mist.

5. The fog of Lushan Mountain. Sometimes it's like a wisp of smoke. Sometimes, it is like a sea of waves, sometimes it is as light as a down jacket, and sometimes it is as heavy as gray lead.

6. The turbulent fog, like the spring tide of melting snow, curled up into the sky, like the smoke from the incense burner.

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 turbulent mist, rolling heavily there and crossing there, rushes across the dark fields, like the spring tide of melting snow, or curls up into the sky, thin and blue as a spiral, like the smoke from a censer.

9. The mist is elegant, like the graceful veils rising in Ran Ran.

10, the wind rises, the relatively calm sea of fog rolls up, and the fog waves roll slowly one after another, just like small waves of the slow-moving sea. Lions, camels, peacocks and tigers were scattered by the wind, whirled forward and drifted up and down reluctantly.

1 1, the morning mist is like a light smoke. Like a cloud. Like a thin white gauze. Is illusory. Sometimes, like naughty children, they run from the mountain to the foot, sometimes they get into the dense forest, and the sun disappears as soon as it comes out.

It's foggy. The man who finds his way in the fog is the strongest in the world. It is the brave who go forward bravely on the road. Life is like fighting bravely in the sea. Rushing out of the rope of the soul, you reach the other side of vitality.

13, I remember the morning mist in my hometown, like a gentle fairy between heaven and earth. It is wrapped in simple white clothes, like the beautiful smile of Mona Lisa. She smiled at everyone who got up early and silently kissed every inch of dew-stained soil.

14, the fog in the morning, feeling close at hand, always makes me have an impulse to reach out and touch it. If I do, it's just in vain. Walking in the fog, people can't see clearly from a distance. It's gray and seems to be closer to the ground.

15, the vast fog is like smoke and water, covering the rocks of the peaks tightly. Like a bride's headscarf.