Sentences describing rain and fog

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.

When I got up in the morning, I was fascinated by the scenery outside the window. Under the fog, the whole city was covered with a white veil, and his true face could not be seen clearly. Several huge buildings are looming, and the distant peaks are blurred in the fog, so mysterious that they seem to hide huge secrets.

3. Suddenly, there was a sound of "fog, fog ……" I raised my eyes and saw a cloud floating up from the foot of the mountain. A thin layer of light sand is woven like a cloud, covering the sky and the sun, covering the water around the mountains, leaving only a gray. Clouds are still piling up layer by layer, getting thicker and thicker, and finally merging into a sea of clouds. Lushan Mountain became an isolated island at sea. The cloud has become a running horse, a gentle shepherd, and a fierce dragon ... it is really varied and changeable. This is the famous Lushan cloud, and I seem to be in a fairyland.

4. There is a veil of fog in front of my eyes, one by one, like smoke and dust ... I reached for it, ha, I caught it! When I opened my hand and looked carefully, it had slipped through my fingers, and it was everywhere in the air, which puzzled me. What a lovely fog! Just like a clever makeup artist, she dyed the black hair on my forehead into strands of silver, and the upper and lower eyelashes were covered with small crystal flowers. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them. I just feel that my eyes are moist, a little cold and very comfortable!

I was walking on a field road, and the fog brushed my cheek. My body was surrounded, but I was not bound at all. It's amazing! Looking ahead, it seems that there is a wall blocking the line of sight in front of you, and you can't see the different scenery between the road ahead and the roadside. I held out my hand, only to feel a cold invisible wall blocking my progress. I slowed down for fear of stepping on the air and falling to the ground. I want to stay. The road ahead seems endless, but it seems that it won't take long to penetrate. Looking back, it's still the same, as if there were no traces left.

6. The fog in Shuangfeng Mountain is beautiful. She is like a classical girl, gently shaking a wisp of plain scroll, attracting tourists' obsession. This kind of beauty is simply incomparable. I don't know whether the morning fog holds up the twin peaks or the twin peaks keep the morning fog. In a word, mountains and fog are inseparable. Walking in the morning fog, everything is pleasing to the eye.

7. In the street, there are thick fog and 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.

8. The beautiful morning mist is like Dashan's daughter, kissing her mother's cheek. As if she had been cared for by her mother, she returned the beauty of mobility to the tourists. When you indulge in her charm, a red sun rises unconsciously. At this moment, the sun seems to be like a big yellow apple, showing people a more exotic charm.

9. Fog covers the whole land, just like a fairyland. There were waves of sweet car bells on the road, but there was no car in sight, as if everyone was wearing invisibility cloaks. The lights on in the distance decorate the morning mist with orange flowers, making it more beautiful and mysterious. The fog rises, rolls, gathers and dissipates. I'm afraid this beautiful scenery is related.

10. The fog is ever changing. It changes, disperses, gathers, rises and rolls forward all the time. I'm afraid even the most talented painter can't describe its unpredictable species! The fog changes from time to time, blocking my view. I don't know what is ahead and what is ahead. All I know is to move forward step by step and go to the front. I can't help feeling that life is just like this! Only by doing everything well step by step can you succeed.

1 1, the vast fog spread everywhere, like clouds, woven into thin layers of gauze, covering the sky, covering the ground, surrounding the house, covering the trees, and everything in front of us only showed a gray outline. People seem to be lifted up and suspended in mid-air, just like entering a fairyland, producing a mysterious feeling. Students can only hear the sound when they pass by, and they can only see it clearly when they come near. ...

12, the road is white. The trees in the tall pagoda are covered with a layer of white gauze, and only the outline can be seen from something more than ten meters away. Cars that used to drive very fast, today they crawl feebly with anti-fog lights on, and honk their horns from time to time for fear of meeting passers-by. My mother and I also drove in the foggy sea for a long time, as if we were in a fairyland.

13. When you get up in the morning and go out, it's all white. It doesn't matter whether it's a day or not. It seems that several layers of gauze curtains have been pulled. Light, delicate, greasy, painted with water, people in the wooden house are floating around, like fairyland and maze, which is confusing. Everything is wrapped in white fog.

14, suddenly, a faint mist came, as if dreaming beside me. The morning mist is like a milky gauze, like a dream. I can't shake it, I can't tear it, I can't stop chopping it, which blocks my sight, makes people feel that I am outside the cloud nine and beautiful as a gauze, which makes me indulge in this picturesque, and the fog disappears unconsciously.

15, the heavens and the earth are shrouded in white fog, and the flowers and trees nearby and the houses on the mountains in the distance are hidden in dense fog. Pedestrians on the road come and go, and sometimes only their messy and intermittent footsteps can be heard. Only when you get close can you see their faces clearly. When they turned to look again, the back seemed to have entered an illusory "fairyland" ...

16, walking on the wide road, ah! Just like a beautiful girl, she hastily weaves a tulle blanket for the earth, hoping to spread it on the ground for people to appreciate, and then embroider. The mountains in the distance are hazy, only a little shadow can be seen vaguely, and the fog is lining the mountains. I'm afraid the painter can't describe this painting. It's really beautiful.

17, the fog in Shuangfeng Mountain is warm fog. She seems to be a huge freehand brushwork painting, falling from the sky, making the bamboo sea seem hidden and the spring water seem condensed and flowing. She doesn't belong to the kind of suffocating fog, nor is it the kind of sparse and boring fog. Her beauty is that she seems to be looming, giving people a sense of mystery; Her beauty lies in her quiet and elegant, giving people a fresh and natural feeling; Her beauty lies in her white and kind, giving people a warm feeling.

18, driving in the mountains is like rowing in a foggy river, and the sound of pines can't stop. As soon as the canoe turned a corner, it had already passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog has stayed here.

19, the last purple light on the sea has disappeared, and a thick fog rises in the water; The stars flashed in the sky for a while, but they were all gone. The fog in front of us is getting thicker and thicker, covering the sky, the distant horizon and even the ship. Now you can only see chimneys and huge mainmast. From a distance, sailors are like shadows. After another hour, everything disappeared in the white fog, and even the lights hanging on the top of the mast and the sparks flying out of the chimney could not be seen.

As soon as the rain stopped, fog poured out of the hidden valley. At first, it smelled like gauze and smoke in the kitchen. She touched us gently. As soon as the rain stopped, fog poured out of the hidden valley. At first, it smelled like gauze and smoke in the kitchen. She touched us gently and instantly drowned everything in front of her. Looking down at this moment is a vast sea of clouds, looking up at the towering peaks is like a boat in the surging river. Mountains float in the clouds, and people travel in the world of painting.

2 1, the shadow of fog seems to be taking me into an illusory fairyland. I feel as if I am roaming between heaven and earth, and white fog like a veil keeps drifting in front of my eyes, little by little, wisps by wisps, filled with smoke and dust, picturesque. I reached out to touch it, haha, I caught it. Just when I looked at it carefully, it had slipped away. Its shadow is everywhere, but I can't figure out where it is. I really don't know its true face.

22. In the fog, I saw chaos, and I couldn't see anything. The trees, houses and mountains in the distance look like veils. The fog is getting heavier and heavier. First, it floats in wisps, and then it flows in droves, making the earth fuzzy and dark. Everything in front of me is shrouded in a misty morning fog. The sun rises slowly, leaving only a red glow, with a faint light in confusion.

23. Fog swims in the mountains, splashing ink like a painter, turning the original mountain into a landscape and making a series of painters.

24. In the morning, I don't know when, it is like smoke from the kitchen stove, like white gauze fluttering fog. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, covering the whole world, which seems a bit ethereal. The trees in the distance can only see a black shadow, and they can't tell what tree it is. People in the distance seem to be juggling, suddenly disappearing into the vast fog and turning into small black spots, making you feel as if there is a tangible but unintentional wall between them. The tall buildings in the distance only show the roof, which really smells like a mirage! The dense fog, like a naughty little doll, secretly hid the sun's rays like a sword. The magic weapon of the sun was stolen, people saw its true face clearly, and it blushed. The fog drifted everywhere, as if tired of playing, slowly dispersed and reluctantly returned the sword to the sun. The sun has become active and shed thousands of golden and silver rays on the earth. The earth has lost its ethereal, "mirage" and become very bright and happy. The whole world is quarrelling again.

25. Dawn comes late, and the stars refuse to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the Ran Ran River. I don't know where there are so many transparent white gauze in Liuxi River around Huluba! In an instant, a huge cage with white curtains was formed, and the Huluba in Fiona Fang Shili was completely covered. This is the fog in the famous Tuojiang River basin.