The composition of thermal maintenance in summer describes the hot weather and the high temperature in the workshop, and everyone works together with Qi Xin.

The silvery moonlight is shining on the ground, and crickets cry sadly everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with are all things covered with this soft net, no matter what the grass and trees are, they are not as realistic as in the daytime. They all have vague and illusory colors, and everything hides its details and keeps its secrets, which makes people feel like a dream. (Ba Jin's "Home") Moonlight is like silver, and it shines everywhere. The bamboo rafts on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me is as dense as rain. From time to time, from somewhere, suddenly a grass warbler will "fall and hiss" at its throat. Soon, the little bird seems to understand that it is midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still sleeps with its little eyes closed. (Shen Congwen's Border Town) He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb like the moon describes an immature girl, but she is not shy when she sees people, and the light and outline are fresh and engraved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects in the small garden grass talk at night in trivial ways. I don't know where the frogs, Qi Xin, work together to make a bugle call, like the sound of the fire boiling. A few fireflies swim and come, unlike flying, like floating in thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight is out, a little firefly flashes, like a little green eye on a summer night. (Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged) The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. A few street lamps by the trees near the pool, the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon, around the moon in the pool. Bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and struggling to walk in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured bright light through the gaps between the clouds. A piece of white clouds and a piece of white clouds are connected, such as the same wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds passed by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright. The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to be brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal, high and far away. A round moon, climbing out of the east ridge, is like a big lantern, illuminating a valley densely covered with strange stones, projecting the shadows of branches and young grass on the path, and swaying leisurely. Birds are singing on the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces; There are also thousands of lives in Shan Ye that are exulting ... (Sunny Days by Haoran) Moonlight fills this garden, and the distant Woods are loaded with silver brilliance on the top, and thick shadows are baked in the forest, which is silent and serious. The water from the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight, rippling there, and the greenery under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby are covered with moonlight, which is soft and silent and trampled by her. (Yu Dafu's Autumn River) The moon is coming out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. A faint light inlaid a lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the tree peak reflected in the faint light became darker every minute. (Faroman Roland: Mother and Son) The mist has dissipated, and the silver moonlight is like a dazzling widow's mourning, covering the vast beach. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. On the banks of the river, there is peace everywhere, which is like an endless peace brought by death to the suffering patients. (Tagore, India: "Shipwreck") After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There was a blue sky on the top of the gorge, and a few small golden clouds floated. A note of sunshine fell on the cliff on the left like lightning. On the right peak, a white cloud shines like silver, but the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains, misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off this fog, which is really beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward from the deep valley, it seems that people have entered the realm of myth. At this time, when you look up at the river, it is also colorful: two huge rocks with reflections like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but it seems to have a flashing road, with fine waves swinging on it; Nearby mountains are as green as jade. Time goes by minute by minute, and the red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the ship approached, it gradually became clear that there was a peak standing in the red fog, and that red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 2, we came to this sunny golden sunrise. Liu Baiyu's "Three Days on the Yangtze River" separated everyone from me with the fog all over the sky. Ren is a high-rise building, such as water vehicles and crowded pedestrians; Everything no longer exists, and even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion. Outside Jin Yi's "Fog" house, it used to be a thick morning fog that disappeared across the street. At this time, it has faded and faded. In the slowly rising sunshine, the white fog ideas churned and drifted away like rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show vague images in the fog. Wang Xiyan's Spring Back to the Ground Warming is like a veil, like a haze, like a cloud; Hanging on the tree, around the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment it's like a surging tide, and the other moment it's like Bai Ou roaring. Xiayan bursts, floating to float, everything, everything has become hazy. In an instant, this milky light haze turned into small water drops. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on the head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People feel a little tipsy when they breathe in the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine. Qiu Zhijie's "Fog Yarn Fu" The morning fog and night fog slowly faded, and the color turned white, like flowing transparent body, and the east turned white. The floating veil-like fog hangs over Caoyang New Village, where buildings and trees are absent. Say it does, but you can't see the whole of those buildings and trees; Let's say it doesn't. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly exposed. With the shade of the fog, it changes like a mirage. I don't know when the fog started in Morning in Shanghai. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like a cotton ball; Climb up the river bank, climb up the trees, and spread to both sides ... The dense fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly. Ye Weilin's On a River Without Navigation Mark One foggy morning, I came to the embankment. Everywhere, the mountains and lakes are gone, and there is only opalescent chaos that cannot be seen through. The sound of alas is from far and near, corresponding to the pleasant bird sound. There was a faint idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the earliest yacht of the day. Yu Min's "West Lake Scene" In the early morning, the fog was filled. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds of mist with a slight chill flutter over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the billowing fog. I seem to be walking into a fairy tale world. Zhang Ping's "Morning Fog on the Mirror Lake" Night fog once walked back to the Songxue Building from the ski club. Suddenly, I noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dispersed. It was really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, the fog flowed spontaneously, from my ears and from my fingers, and I felt it. It's like sailing in a foggy river, and the sound of pines on both sides can't stop. As soon as the canoe turns, it has passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog once stayed here. Lin Qingxuan's "Impression of Hehuan Mountain" Spring fog is just the beginning of April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds. The garden is like a woman, deliberately decorated to welcome the summer festival. When people look out from the space of the flower shed, they see the river meandering and flowing through the grassland carelessly. The fog in the evening floats among the withered poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it is whiter, more transparent and misty than spun yarn, which hooks the outline of poplars into violet. (French) Flaubert's Madame Bovary Summer Fog Summer nights are short and dawn comes early. Before the sun rose, the forest, the mountains around, and the small plains surrounded by mountains were all hidden in the thick fog. Only the top of the forest emerged above the dense fog. With the rising of the sun, the increasingly pale fog color wandered, flowed and disappeared without a trace. Meditation of the forest, would like a stream all appeared; Far and near, it is all solemn, distinct, thick and faint, deep and shallow green, green or green. Zhang Jie's "Children from the Forest" Autumn fog was only yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountain and the sea were covered with hot fog, sticky and stained, and not very clean. Cicadas in the four fields are also at work. The hotter they are, the more noisy they are, which makes people hot and annoying. Autumn wind together, look: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; The mountains and the sea are clearly covered with a layer of fog, which is also dry and refreshing. Yang Shuo's Autumn Wind Bleak Winter Fog London's winter fog, did it really defend this ancient city in advance? Get up in the morning, take a roll of blankets and carry them to the pile house together with straw mats. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. Poke the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick, and it is a sad gray fog outside. Not only is there no spire of Eton Road Church in the back street, but even the pear tree in the back garden is only a shadow. When I was dazed, there was a smell, a movement, and our civet cat sat on the back of the sofa. It gave me a timid look, and then it shrank on its four legs, curled itself up like a bulging vase, and looked at the fog. The car horn sounded in the thick fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ..... Xiao Gan's "Three Diaries of London" The white fog and the morning light came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the Ran Ran on the river. This Liuxi River around Huluba, I don't know where there are so many transparent white gauze! In an instant, a huge cage of white curtains was formed, and the gourd dam of Fiona Fang Shili was completely covered. This is the famous fog in the valley of Tuojiang River Basin. Zhou Keqin's "Xu Mao and His Daughters" The light blue mist in blue mist rises from the grass and under the tea tree pier. The fragrance of the lotus flower, the fragrance of the plum and the orange are mixed in the morning fog, and the whole mountain dock is warm and cool; Even blue mist, like the vapor evaporated when brewing essence. Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News" The gray fog and gray fog rose up from the rocky valley in Ran Ran, while the dark clouds on the top of the mountain became deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was not clear, and it was dark all around. Jun Qing's "Shan Ying" cold fog is a white cold fog, which 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 aviation department 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, sent out the whistle to urge workers to go to work, the flow of bicycles, people, cars and miscellaneous footsteps. When it poured into the gate of the arsenal, it began to land like a thick smoke. Now it is almost noon, and it has no intention of dissipating. 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 sharp cold hurts people's skin. The exposed ears, cheeks, fingers and toes in worn cotton shoes are all as painful as a cat bite. "It's so cold, La Qi and La Ba. It's so cold to freeze your chin!" ...... Cai Tianxin's "The Storm of the Hunhe River" Fog Everywhere in the valley, there is a long fog, and the fog quietly walks up the mountain, like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place and not getting it. The cold fog, sticky and cold, drifted slowly. Obviously, the waves fluctuated and chased each other, like waves on a sinister sea. The density of fog closed the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog within a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by the tired horses mixed into the fog, as if it were all caused by them. (British) Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities: The dense fog turned into a dense drizzle, which wrapped the scenery fifty feet away in a fuzzy and dizzy shell. There are several high-rise buildings that stand in the sky and only show the highest floors in the fog. The rows of windows and holes like giant eyes twinkle and shoot yellow lights. From a distance, they look 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 the people close at hand became dizzy and weird; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is in fuzzy deformation. Mao Dun's Midnight The sun has set; The dense fog is as white as milk, rising on the river, in the wall of the church and in the clearing around the factory. At that time, the darkness came soon, and the lights were shining under the slope. It looked as if the dense fog covered an bottomless abyss ... (Russia) Chekhov's In the Canyon, the mountain fog suddenly shot, and the fog got up, and it was a ball. At first, it rolled like a snowball. Rolling and rolling, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed to the top of the mountain, 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 sighing, in the blink of an eye, the clouds suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere. Jia Pingwa's Reading the Mountain In the morning, the mountains are filled with white fog, and the blue-gray Great Wall of Wan Li, like a dragon, meanders down with the mountain and dives into the misty sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating in the waves. 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 with white, cloud-like heat. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring of water evaporating. Sun Li's "The First Story of the Wind and Cloud" The fog clouds on the lake are thick and fall on the lake, which is fog, gray fog and moisture, like a big smoke bubble on the wasteland and a bath in winter. It is dark and engulfs the distant mountains near 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 one, and then there seems to be no ... Only skilled boatmen can carry passengers around the lake in this weather. Zhang Kangkang's "Wang Yang in a Waterhole" looks at Taihu Lake in the south, but I can't tell what shape it is, but I only feel that an open place on that side seems to be woven by thousands of silver silk from Qian Qian. There are bright moonlight, silver arrows reflected by lake waves, and lake fog and smoke that are as thin as nothing, half transparent and half sticky. If you jump hard to the south, then this layer, Yu Dafu's "Sentimental Journey" Fog in the Woods Every morning, he walks into the fog of the big forest along a winding path like a snake, as if walking away.