A passage describing the scenery in the fog

Did the winter fog in London really defend the ancient city in advance? Get up in the morning, take a roll of blanket and carry it to the pile house with the straw mat. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. Poke the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick. It's a sad fog outside. Not only does the back street lack the spire of Eton Road Church, but even the pear tree in the back garden is just a shadow. When I was in a daze, there was a smell and a movement, and our civet cat was sitting on the back of the sofa. It gave me a timid look, then its four legs shrank and curled up like a bulging vase, watching the fog. The car horn sounded in the dense fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ……

Xiao Gan's Three London Diaries

rime

Dawn came late, and the stars refused 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.

Zhou Keqin's Xu Mao and His Daughters

Blue mist

Pale blue mist rises from the grass, under the tea tree pier. The fragrance of lotus, plum and orange is mixed in the morning fog, and the whole mountain dock is warm and cool; Even the blue mist is like steam evaporated when brewing essence.

Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News"

Gray fog

Gray fog rises from the rocky valley in Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain are getting deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around.

Jun Qing's Mountain Shadow

Cold fog

A white cold fog hangs over the high red brick wall and the main road outside the brick wall of the arsenal, and hangs over the vast airport of the Ministry of Aviation opposite the arsenal; Surrounded the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. ..... This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, sends out the whistle to urge the workers to go to work, and the endless stream of bicycles, people, cars and miscellaneous footsteps. When it poured into the door of the armory, it began to fall like a thick smoke. It's almost noon now, and it doesn't mean to dissipate. From the chaotic and frozen clouds, the sun just showed its round face with a halo and soon disappeared. There is fine snow like jade in the sky, and the biting cold stings people's skin. The ears, cheeks, fingers and toes exposed by wearing old cotton shoes hurt like being bitten by a cat. "It's so cold, Lazy, Bala, so cold that my chin is frozen!" ……

Cai Tianxin's Hunhe Storm

fog

All the valleys are filled with long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest and not getting it. Cold fog, sticky, cold, slowly floating. Obviously, the waves are undulating and chasing each other, just like the waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this.

Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities

thick fog

The drizzle that turned into a dense fog wrapped the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There are several tall buildings standing in the sky, only the highest floor is exposed in the fog. Rows of windows and holes twinkle like huge eyes, emitting yellow light. From a distance, they are like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic spirit. And this dense fog is endless, the car broke through the suffocating moisture, the glass of the window turned into frosted glass, and even people close at hand became dizzy and strange; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is blurred and deformed.

Mao Dun's Midnight

The sun went down; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories. Shortly after dark, the slope was brightly lit. The dense fog seems to cover a bottomless abyss. ...

Chekhov is in the canyon.

Mountain fog

Suddenly, the fog started, and it rolled like a snowball. Roll, roll, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed at the top of the mountain, the shadows of the trees are misty and delicate, gentle and affectionate. Then the roots of the mountain came out. But the mountainside is still white and empty. Just sigh, blink of an eye, the cloud suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere.

Jia Pingwa's Reading Mountains

In the early morning, the mountains are filled with white fog. The Great Wall of Wan Li, which is blue and gray, is like a dragon, descending with the mountain and diving into the vast sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating in the waves.

Political "Village Folk Songs" of the Motherland

The sun shines directly into the depths of the valley, and the mountains are like rows, one direction and one gesture. These unfathomable valleys are now steaming in white clouds. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring water evaporating.

Sun Li's The Beginning of the Storm

Fog on the lake

Thick clouds fall on the lake, that is, fog, gray fog, water vapor, like a big smoke bubble on the wasteland, bath water in winter, dark, engulfing the distant mountains by the lake. The chilly rain, drifting sideways, only knows whether it comes from the sky or from the lake. At first glance, there seems to be, and then there seems to be no ... Only skilled boatmen can carry passengers around the lake in this weather.

Zhang Kangkang's "Water Pool Wang Yang" looks south at Taihu Lake, but I can't tell what shape it is. I just feel that an open field on the other side seems to be woven with countless pieces of silver silk from Qian Qian. There are bright moonlight, silver arrows reflected by lake waves, lake fog and smoke as thin as nothing, translucent and semi-viscous. If you jump south hard, then this floor

Yu Dafu's sentimental journey

Fog in the forest

Every morning, he walked along a winding path into the fog of the big forest, as if he had walked into a misty dream. The mountain is full of milky fog, so deep and thick, like flowing mud, which can float people.

Gu Hua's hut covered with ivy

Fog is floating in the forest. Leaves of all shapes, round, oval, slender, angular … like thousands of little green hands. The fog brushed them, leaving a layer of tiny water droplets on the palm of the leaf. Small water droplets flow and merge into large water droplets in the palm of your hand, like holding a bright mercury bead. Heavy, falling, another big water drop is being generated. ...

Yin's "Fog Mountain Yellow"

Fog on the grassland

Every morning, dense fog flooded Shan Ye, rivers and roads; The clean and cool air on the grassland has become as muddy and dirty as the spring water trampled by horses!

The vast grassland by malaqinfu

Fog at sea

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.

(Bo) Xianke in Wei Zhi's For Bread

The fog is rising, but it's coming down again, and it's denser. Sometimes it's completely opaque. The ship was trapped in iceberg fog. This terrible encirclement opens like a pair of pliers; Let people catch a glimpse of a corner of the sky and close it immediately.

Hugo's maritime labor (France)

Fog in Lushan Mountain

You, the fog of Lushan Mountain, seem elusive. After a while, the light flooded and confusing; In a blink of an eye, I disappeared and I don't know where I went. You are like a fairy who refuses to show her face, and you are like an affectionate girl-this is you, the fog on Lushan Mountain. You belong to Lushan Mountain. You melt in the empty mountains and mountains of Qixiu Kuanglu. It is you who moisten the magnificent mountains and rivers, and even the grass on the Yan Na is extraordinarily slender and beautiful.

Qiu Zhijie's ode to fog yarn

Fog in Gobi Desert

In the Gobi in May, the creeping grass is green. The green creeping weed is wet. It rained heavily in the morning and foggy at dusk. Plumes of fog, like white clouds in the sky, lined up on the beach and fluttered gently. If you stand a little farther away, you will feel that the whole beach seems to be moving, and the mountains in the distance seem to be moving.

Tang Guangyu's Gobi Love Story