1. A thin layer of milky white airflow like gauze, gently rippling on the wheat tips.

2. The thick gray fog filled the earth, as if it was hiding the mystery of the changes in nature.

3. The woods were covered with a layer of mist, as if they were floating

4. Another burst of fog came, and the whole mountain was lonely again. The bright water curtain and the splashing waterfalls gradually disappeared, and behind the hazy dark color was the sound of high water. There were a few fog beads on my clothes, and the bell of Lao Na at the top of the mountain was getting louder and louder. Looking up at Jiuhua, what else can I do besides leaving a dream? Hold this winning feeling in your arms, wave your hands in the clouds, and feel the cool mist flowers between your fingers.

5. The fog in Lushan Mountain. Sometimes it’s like a curl of light smoke. Sometimes it rolls in like a vast expanse of waves, sometimes it is as light as a feather coat, and sometimes it is as solid as gray lead

6. The turbulent mist is like the spring tide of melting snow, curling up into the sky like the smoke from the incense burner. 椤

7. This morning, my father sent me to school. As soon as I stepped out, I was greeted by a blast of cool, moist air. Ah, it's foggy.

8. It was very foggy when we woke up early in the morning. The sky seemed to be wrapped in a thick veil. Objects meters away were hazy and seemed to be looming or far away. Because the fog was so heavy, the car had to crawl slowly like a snail on the road.

9. The turbulent mist rolls heavily from one place to another, rushing through the dark fields, like the spring tide of melting snow, or curling up into the sky, the thin blue spiraling, Like the smoke coming out of the incense burner.

10. People say that looking at the fog is like reading a poem. The fog not only colored my emotions, but also allowed me to read this small poem with lofty artistic conception and profound implications. I have traveled through the fog of my life many times, and I have also lost my way and been trapped and confused.

11. The mist is like a slowly rising veil, elegant and graceful

12. Seeing flowers in the mist. Looking at the moon in the water gives people a fresh and elegant feeling. Although it is unreal, it feels beautiful and emotionally comfortable. Maybe the fog can test our feelings. When our eyes make wrong decisions about what is in front of us, the eyes of the mind must be clear.

13. The wind picked up, and the relatively calm sea of ??fog began to roll. The fog waves rolled slowly one after another, just like the turbulent waves of the sea in slow motion. The lions, camels, peacocks and tigers were scattered by the wind, rolled up in swirls and waves, and floated up and down lovingly.

14. The thick gray fog filled the earth, as if it was hiding the mystery of the changes in nature.

15. The fog was like a naughty elf, performing magic and waving. Use that fantasy veil to confuse people.

16. A distant village in the plain. There is a veil-like fog, but the fog is transparent, like flowing mercury

17. The fog is very misty. The strongest people in the world are those who find their way in the fog. The brave ones are those who march forward bravely on the road. Life is like fighting bravely in the ocean. Break out of the rope of the soul and you will reach the other side of vitality.

18. The morning mist in my hometown in my memory is like a gentle fairy between heaven and earth. It is lightly wrapped in simple white clothes and is like Mona Lisa's beautiful smile, looming, illusive and real. She greeted everyone who got up early with a smile, and kissed every inch of dewy soil without a sound. Excerpted from: Short Essay

19. The fog in the morning feels so close, and I always have the urge to reach out and touch it. If you really do this, it will be in vain. People are walking in the fog, and the distance is so hazy that they can't see the direction. The sky, gloomy, seems to have become more intimate with the earth.

20. The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body.

21. The vast fog is like smoke and waves. It is as powerful as water, covering the peaks and rocks tightly. Like a bride's headscarf.

22. The fog hangs on the river like a pure veil, and the boats sailing at night are hung with red lights, which appear and disappear, like the eyes of an insomniac who reluctantly opens their eyes

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23. The fog is like a naughty elf, performing magic, waving the fantastic veil to confuse people.

24. Waves of misty waves came as heavy as wool balls, covering the sun.

25. Thick fog collapsed from the top of the mountain like snowdrifts, and rolled down like a waterfall from the recess between the two peaks. Sentences expressing love

26. The top of the mountain A cloud of gray fog, illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, radiates with splendor like a brilliant crown

27. What separates everyone from me is the fog in the sky. The tall houses and towers, the water-like vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything ceased to exist, even the arms that swayed out when I walked disappeared in the confusion.

28. Heavy fog filled the sky, covering the sky and the sun. It was difficult to distinguish between east, west, north and south, and in all directions. Suddenly I felt as if I was the only one left between heaven and earth.

29. The fog was there. It was as if a pure veil had been hung on the river, and the boats sailing at night were hung with red lights, which appeared and faded in and out, like the eyes of an insomniac who reluctantly opened their eyes.

30. Every misty day is a day that I long for and hope for. In the mist, my mood is always uneasy and full of curiosity.

31. The turbulent mist is like the spring tide of melting snow, rising into the sky like the smoke from the incense burner.

32. The sticky and cold cold fog slowly floated in, rolling and undulating, chasing each other like waves on a dangerous sea.

33. The thick fog lifted up its broad white robe and covered the entire mountain.

34. In the far distance of the river, the mist is rippling with a hint of blue.

35. There is a layer of wet fog everywhere. Sticky stains, not very clean.

36. Waves of misty waves came as heavy as wool balls, covering the sun.

37. The sky gradually turned white, and the fog became thicker. A large thick cloud of white mist rose up, covering the entire road. My eyes can only focus on a few steps away, and it is difficult to see what is ahead. The foggy morning air was particularly fresh. My sister and I breathed deeply and shallowly the oxygen of the fields.

38. Looking at such a beautiful scene, I began to doubt my eyes. Is this fog? It's like a Milky Way flowing in the mountains; she is clearly a warm woman, clinging to her mountain brother; she is clearly like a graceful dancer, giving full play to her versatile talents. She waved her streamer and danced slowly towards the top of the mountain.

39. Being close, I can smell her fragrance; being close, I can hear her breathing; being close, I can feel her refreshing embrace. I'm intoxicated! It seems that I float to higher places with her to welcome the warm sunshine.

40. A distant village in the plain. There is a veil-like mist, but the mist is transparent, like flowing mercury.

41. The white morning mist is floating everywhere on the plateau, like a living object, expanding close to the ground with its peculiar flow method

42. Mountain House The fences and haystacks are all covered in the endless white hazy gauze, looking ethereal, mysterious and beautiful

43. The clouds and mist are floating gently like goose down

< p>44. The fog is like a huge cliff hanging outdoors in a blur. And like a high wall rising from the sea.

45. Thick and heavy snow and fog. It was so white that the sky was connected to the ground and the ground was connected to the sky. Nothing could be seen.

46. Fog is a kind of expectation and a kind of hope. It accumulates joy, excitement, and expectations.

47. A mist rose over the Don River. Moving, unfolding along the slopes of the white limestone peaks. It crawled into the cliff like a gray, headless green snake.

48. Fog not only beautifies the environment and people's feelings, but also stimulates people's imagination.

49. The fog is white, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in misty fog. It is difficult to distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth, and cannot see the trees and figures on the road. The tall buildings that used to stand on both sides of the street can now only be seen as the shadows of the buildings, sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, as if the tall buildings miraculously disappeared in the blink of an eye. The fog among the distant woods sometimes gathers to form a white sea of ??fog; sometimes it disperses like fog flowers blooming in the sky. This thick fog, carrying water vapor, gently puts mercury beads on people's hair, giving people a moist feeling. The breeze blows, and the fog pushes the fog, sometimes moving, sometimes stagnant, sometimes condensed, sometimes dispersed

50. In the early morning, thick fog fills the air. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear the chirping of birds, hundreds of thousands of chirps, but I can't see their delicate figures. From time to time, clouds of slightly chilly thick fog hit my face and passed by me. The street lamps that were usually equipped with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looked so dim and weak that day, flickering and blurred in the swirling fog. I seemed to be walking into a fairy tale world.

51. The sea of ??fog is vast, the mountains are like floating islands, and the sun is like a beacon in the sea of ??fog.

52. The white milk-like fog and dew are sealed, and the cold and wet water is filled with sluggishness.

53. The thick fog permeates the sky and the earth, as if from the beginning A very thick and wide curtain fell from the sky. My sight was completely blocked by the fog, as if the space was only as big as my eyes. We were sitting in the car, and the fog penetrated the car window and lingered around people's feet. Only dark shadows can be seen on the trees on the roadside.

54. The fog gradually thickened, covering the sky. It covered the horizon in the distance, and even the ship was covered, and everything was lost in the white fog.

55. The combination of fog and clouds can be said to be the most beautiful scenery given to us by heaven. The tip of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain seems to have rushed into the sky. This scenery is more spiritual than painting, more poetic than poetry. It looks confused, but when we get closer, it becomes clearer. We are in it, and even the air Most of them are infected by the fog. The moment you breathe, you will fully feel that the smell of the fog is stronger, more fragrant and more natural than the flowers.

56. Fog contains a kind of miracle. When the clouds open and the sun rises, unexpected surprises can bloom.

57. I wandered in the morning mist, admiring the unpredictable changes in the mist, and a sense of comfort and enjoyment came to my heart. It was an extremely hazy and elegant enjoyment. I dare not take a deep breath for fear of disturbing this unique tranquility.

58. The village was filled with mist, as if it was immersed in water.

59. In the early morning, the thick fog filled the air. It was slightly chilly and rolling.

60. In the early morning, when the whole city was hiding, I realized that this elf had come. Silently. The mist is like a layer of milky white veil, mysterious, hazy and confusing. A feeling that life and reality are far away from you suddenly arises. This solemnity and trance make people can't help but think of a fairyland, which is a realm that is both tangible and imaginable.

61. The sun has risen, and the fog is no longer gray, but turns red. It's bluish, and the place where red and blue meet is sticky purple.

62. When we went out, the fog gradually thickened, like milk, covering everything hazy. A car was approaching and a vegetable vendor carrying a load passed by. Where did they come from and where were they going? Everything on the street is mysterious, everything slows down and is misty, coming through the mist and disappearing under the mist, like a fairyland!

63. I stepped lightly on the dewy field path, and the heavy fog kissed my cheeks and my hair, bringing a little refreshing and coolness, which penetrated through the thin clothes. It penetrates into the skin and penetrates into the bottom of my heart, like a ray of clear spring flowing gently.

64. The night fog gradually faded and turned white, like a flowing transparent body.

65. The mist at dusk floats among the withered white poplars. It's like fine gauze hanging on the branches, but it's more natural and transparent than fine gauze.

66. A cloud of gray mist on the top of the mountain radiates like a brilliant crown under the afterglow of the setting sun. Brilliant.

67. Everything was hidden in the thick fog, only the top of the forest emerged above the thick fog.

68. After a while, the heavy fog enveloped us, and we walked down the mountain in the thick fog. Looking back: the fog has not cleared yet, the mountains are green and vast, and the mist seems to cover them with a thin layer of gauze, just like the white snow. It’s true: there are no mountains without flying clouds, and no clouds without clouds surrounding the mountains. This time, although we did not see the sunrise, we did appreciate the magnificent and ever-changing scenery of the foggy sea in Baiyun Mountain, which made me marvel at the thoughtfulness of nature.

69. The silent mist cannot be pulled away. It can't be torn apart, and all the scenery is confusing and seems real and fake.

70. At the end of the field, smoke is lingering, as if in a dream

71. The heavy fog blurs the road and houses leading to the front. It blocks my sight. It is difficult to see even the tops of tall trees. The big tree stands in the middle of the fog, which is a bit imaginative. Looking up, everything becomes so gentle. It stands quietly on both sides of the avenue, enjoying the blessings of fog and the breeze. The old leaves that haven't had time to wither are covered with a layer of light smoke-like white mist, which rises from the bottom and rises and falls with the wind. Being in such deep fog, it is as quiet as being isolated from the world. It is a bit of a wonderful artistic conception as the poet once said: "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."

72. The beauty of fog is that it uses its own magic to cover up the flaws of the scenery and the shortcomings of the physical object. Maybe the world is not real and unclear to begin with.

73. A milky cloud swept over the grass.

74. The sun has just risen, and a layer of transparent water mist hangs over the village near the river, as if the village is covered in glass

75. White milk-like mist The fog and dew are sealed, and a wet and greasy layer spreads over the water.

76. The fog enveloped the earth, including the stars, the sun and the moon in the sky. To the entire galaxy and universe. While the fog was still lingering, I was watching. It was rising and spreading to everyone’s eyes, and I was becoming its first intruder. Because I am obsessed with fog, I am happy to find that fog is the dwelling place in my heart. It stops my mind and heart from wandering.

77. The morning mist is like thousands of white yarns hanging in the air, swinging slowly and changing into strange colors under the rising sun.

78. The last waves of warm fog spread out from time to time, spreading flat like a table felt.

79. This kind of fog is not patchy. It's whole. Except for your own body, the rest is all fog.

80. The mist seemed to be ejected from the earth's crust, rising from the bottom of the valley in a steady stream. When it reaches mid-air, it becomes like a sea tide. After a while, they rushed towards the stone forest.

81. The ethereal and transparent fog weaves into a huge tent, covering it tightly.

82. Fog in Lushan Mountain. Sometimes it’s like a curl of light smoke. Sometimes it rolls in like a vast expanse of waves, sometimes it is as light as a feather coat, and sometimes it is as solid as gray lead.

83. The sun came out, the fog quietly receded, and my eyes suddenly became brighter. The car increased its power and ran faster. We breathed in the air bathed in heavy fog and felt very cool mentally.

84. The milky white mist floats gently like a gauze curtain. The east showed hazy light

85. As time went by, the fog gradually faded, like a layer of milky white gauze, like a dream, a fantasy, a poem, and a painting. The surrounding things also appeared like magic. The buildings on both sides of the street regained their former majesty, and the flowers, plants and trees along the roadside regained their former style. Quotations about love

86. On the top of the mountain, there is a light airflow that flows like a gauze, whether it is clouds, smoke or fog.

87. The milky-white mist that fills the mountains and valleys is so deep and thick, like flowing slurry, can make people float.

88. Fog, gray-white. The thick fog, when it flows through the parasol trees on campus, takes away the last golden color; when it flows through the lake, it covers up the last ripples; when it flows through the heart, it covers up the last clarity and brings Confused

89. Thick and heavy snow and fog. It was completely white, the sky was connected to the ground, the ground was connected to the sky, and nothing could be seen.

90. In the far distance of the river, the mist is rippling with a hint of blue

91. The vast fog is like smoke and waves. It is as powerful as water, covering the peaks and rocks tightly. Like a bride's scarf

92, the ethereal and transparent self-mist weaves into a huge self-tent, covering it tightly.

93. When I came to the top of the building and looked towards the foot of the mountain, there was indeed a heavy fog! I saw that the top of the mountain was fresh and clear, and the foot of the mountain was invisible. She is between two mountains, above a ravine. I also seemed to be on the top of a mountain above the clouds.

94. On the top of the mountain, there is a flowing gauze-like light airflow, whether it is cloud, smoke or fog.

95. The last wave of warm fog unfolds from time to time. , spread flat like a table felt

96. The thick fog lifted up its broad white robe and covered the entire mountain.

97. A mist rose over the Don River. Moving, unfolding along the slopes of the white limestone peaks. It crawled into the cliff like a gray headless green snake

98. When I went out, a thin mist of moisture hit my face, and the soft down on the face seemed to be unbearable, and Yingying fell down with a smile. . The eyelashes are accompanied by gentle water drops, and the refreshing feeling moistens the heart. But people didn't realize this beauty, so they hurriedly walked in the mist, covered with fog.

99. The sea of ??fog is vast, the mountains are like floating islands, and the sun is like a beacon in the sea of ??fog.

100. The mist seems to be ejected from the earth's crust, rising from the bottom of the valley in a steady stream. It's like a sea wave when it reaches mid-air. After a while, I rushed towards the stone forest

101. In the fog, the reality is hidden, and the true self becomes erratic and gentle in the fog.

102. The silent mist cannot be pulled away. It can't be torn apart, and all the scenery is confusing and seems real and fake.

103. The vast fog covers the earth. It seems like an extremely fine and gentle rain is falling

104. The morning mist is like thousands of white yarns hanging in the air waiting to be dyed, swinging slowly and changing into strange colors under the morning sun.

105. A thin layer of milky white airflow like gauze, gently rippling on the wheat tops

106. The sun rises, and the fog is no longer gray, but turns redness. It's bluish, and the place where red and blue meet is sticky purple.