Talk about your mood on a foggy morning in spring.

On Sunday, I should have slept in, but I woke up early and got up quickly. Pushing open the balcony door casually, I was startled by the scene outside. What a big fog, it is simply "opaque".

Suddenly I had an impulse to run out, so I grabbed the bread, picked up my schoolbag and ran downstairs. Although you can clearly see the gravel road under your feet, you can't see the teaching building in the distance. I opened my arms, looked up slightly, closed my eyes naturally, and sucked the smell that only existed in the morning. I really want a breeze to blow my face, but I'm afraid it will blow away this rare fog. This feeling is wonderful, just like standing on the beach. The sea breeze flies ashore, and the skirt corners are gently raised. Looking at the mirage in the distance, I dream of the princess and the prince. Surrounded by fog, I always feel that I may be a fairy in the mountains, infatuated. It's ridiculous to think so, but I don't think so. I was afraid of a little loneliness floating in the fog, lost some money, and hurried to come and go, leaving no trace or story.

Sure enough, the sunlight penetrated the fog little by little, and fell on the ground like gold, and the shadow of the fog receded little by little. I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation of enthusiasm like water. At this time, I suddenly remembered the season. It was spring.

People say that Miss Chun is beautiful and walks lightly. I don't think so. Spring is not as lush as summer, autumn is golden and Huang Cancan, winter is snowy, and even spring in the north is mixed with the dry smell of loess. At this time, the spring with catkins dancing is not romantic, let alone beautiful.

Spring is not the most beautiful, but it is precious, precious to her youthful vitality from the inside out, precious to her indomitable courage, precious to her warm sunshine, especially when it falls to the corner of the hut through the window, my mood is extremely excited.

If you like spring, you love her beautiful weather and pure sunshine, warm and warm, without any impurities. Although there are occasional sandstorms in spring, in my eyes, she is a child like me, and it is normal to play a little temper.

I like spring, which is not a fixed season in my opinion. We are in the youth, what we need is a positive vitality, which will make our life full of vitality, and what we need is a tenacious weed-like vitality. We are struggling for life, pursuing our ideals and moving forward. We have been struggling. Therefore, even in the cold and hot summer, there will be hope of spring in our hearts. As long as you like, any day can be a day of spring, and you can find spring any day.

In fact, in life, we are often troubled by fog like today. Sometimes in our hearts, sometimes outside our bodies, if we can't see the road ahead clearly, we will lose our way and fall into a trough. However, the way forward is also very simple. Open the fog, find a beam of sunshine, open your heart and release all the haze. You can also write a fairy tale about spring in a season that is not spring. In this case, the fog is just an illusion, floating away without leaving footprints, just a small ripple caused by stones on the lake of life.

Spring, such a foggy day, can still tell a wonderful story for yourself. Unconsciously, I stopped in front of the library and shrugged my shoulders. I took a deep breath and somehow climbed to the study room on the top floor. I gently pushed open the door and looked at the dark place. I said to myself: I think I belong here.