Excellent composition of morning mist
Morning mist excellent composition 1 Open your eyes and look out of the window. It is white, but it is foggy.
Pushing open the door, the sky was shrouded in a thick fog, falling slowly like a parachute, and covering the whole world like a huge piece of cloth. I couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and I couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth. Walking on the road, slow-moving cars are looming and become small black spots, only two flashlights are particularly dazzling. On weekdays, the tall and majestic pagoda is also blocked by fog, revealing only a thin figure. I think this fog is like cotton candy. Open your mouth and take a deep breath. It's sweet and very cool. I couldn't help jumping at it with open arms, but the fog dispersed. What happened? It turned out that it avoided me. Really naughty.
I suddenly sighed that the rain was accompanied by thunder and lightning, the snow was lingering in the wind, and the fog was lonely and unaccompanied. It came into this world gently, and then left gently, no one cared, no one asked.
Walking in the picturesque fog, I found that a plain white can be so colorful and the noisy world can be so quiet. Fog blinds people's eyes like a magician, so that you can't tell the truth from the false.
Gradually, the sun emerged from the western hills, and the fog was driven away by the wind mother-in-law, and the whole world was suddenly enlightened. People face a brand-new day with smiles.
Morning fog excellent composition 2 In the morning, I opened the window with dim eyes and looked: Wow! It's foggy! It's foggy and boundless outside. I went out and walked on the road, enjoying the white fog.
Flowers and trees nearby; The small house in the distance looms in the fog. The sunshine is not dazzling at all, only a vague and round shadow can be seen. I felt a pedestrian coming towards me because I heard intermittent footsteps. Only when I get close to them can I see their faces; And before I could see them clearly, they had already walked into the fog, as if they were in a fairyland. In a trance, I also feel that I am roaming in a fairyland.
There is a veil of mist floating in front of my eyes, as if one grain after another. It is a bit like smoke and a bit like dust. I reached out and grabbed it. Wow! Got it! When I slowly opened my palm, they had slipped through my fingers! They are everywhere in the air, which puzzles me.
It seems that an ingenious makeup artist wants to dye thousands of my black hair white. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it quietly. When I opened my eyes again, I only felt a little moist and coolness gently brushing my cheeks, which was very comfortable.
After a while, the fog became thinner. Mother earth took off her thick pajamas and put on her light spring clothes: the tender green branches and leaves have revealed their graceful posture, the soft sunshine has spilled down, the river is sparkling ... an elegant and hazy ink painting is displayed before my eyes.
I was intoxicated in the fog, and I was filled with emotion. Sun, the great "painter" painted a few more strokes, and in an instant, I was in a fresh and bright world.
Morning fog excellent composition 3 Early in the morning, I seem to be awakened by something, standing at the window, the sky is as white as a fish's belly. The window is gray, and the distant lights are like fireflies on the river in summer, giving off a faint light.
Stepping into the backyard, the world is white. What a heavy fog. I couldn't help reaching for it, but I opened my palm, leaving only a pool of wet moisture. Fog is like an invisible naughty child, blindfolded by the city, playing hide and seek! Looking from a distance, the tall buildings that stand on weekdays only leave a little figure; Looking closely, there are drops of transparent and shiny water mist between the petals of the branches, such as diamonds dotted on bracelets, which have a beautiful charm. The diffuse fog is floating leisurely, a little bit, a wisp, a horse, adding a mystery to this morning.
The fog keeps spreading, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense. Sparse time is like white flowers in the sky; When it is dense, it is like a thick net woven in the sky. Standing in the yard, in a short time, my eyebrows and eyelids were wet, and the tangled fog caressed my face, and the hair on my forehead was covered with a thin veil. Fog makes people stay in fairyland and has an unprecedented feeling of being on cloud nine.
Sitting in the school bus and looking through the glass, the flowers and plants on the roadside were painted milky white by the magical painter Wu. The car limped along with its shining eyes wide open. The traffic lights in the distance are looming, and they have lost their former glory. Pedestrians on the road walked slowly, trying to disperse the fog ahead. ...
It's almost dawn, and the sun is late, urging the fog to leave. The fog smiled at me for the last time and quietly retreated. "It's foggy in the morning, and it's good weather for a long time." The sun is shining, the air is fresh, and flowers and trees are collecting the gifts left by the morning mist to the earth. ...
Morning fog excellent composition 4 Winter has arrived, the weather has turned cold, and the fog in the morning is so beautiful!
Early in the morning, looking out of the window, there was heavy snow in the sky. Pieces of snowflakes fell slowly and landed on the ground, in houses, trees, pavilions and parked cars in the yard. After a while, my eyes turned into a silvery white world.
After a while, inadvertently, the heavy snow slowly stopped. At this time, the sky actually pulled up a layer of mist, hazy, as if nothing. At first, the fog was not too heavy. Gradually, the fog became as white as white clouds. Through a layer of glass, the buildings hundreds of meters away are almost invisible.
Curiosity drove me out of the door, and I saw that the whole community seemed to be covered with a thin veil. Looking into the distance, I can only vaguely see some towering buildings. The snow on the surrounding pine trees and the hazy winter fog make me feel as if I were in a fairyland-like garden, refreshed and relaxed.
After walking for a while, I sat in a small pavilion next to the rose garden and calmed down to enjoy the scenery of winter fog. At this time, a breeze blew, stroking the pine trees, locust trees and fruit trees in the community. The breeze blew over them, pieces of snowflakes fell from them, and my heart began to fly with the wind like snow fog.
At this time, I have been out for more than half an hour. As time went on, the fog soon cleared away. Father Sun drove away the clouds just like those naughty children drove away the stray dogs on the roadside, revealing a smug face and shining on everything.
The morning mist has dissipated, so I should go home. I like winter, and I prefer the morning fog in winter.
Early in the morning, I came to the window. The morning mist kissed the earth and the river, and covered the willow and peach trees by the river with gauze. Everything in sight is shrouded in a misty veil.
Fog permeates the garden, dancing like ribbons and winding among colorful flowers and green trees. At this time, the whole garden is like a fairyland. Let me be a fairy, and I am delighted to walk to the antique pavilion in the garden. Fog, touching my cheek quietly and gently, is cool. The milky fog is like a fairy dancing, like a white silk scarf dancing, like dandelion seeds dancing. ...
Standing on the pavilion, looking into the distance, the fog first flows in wisps, then becomes a ball and becomes thicker and thicker. She rolled gently and blocked the river, as if to swallow everything up. The distant mountains are immersed in milky fog. The wind blows, running with fog, and the fog scatters, gathers, rises slowly and rolls forward, like a naughty child and a magical magician. Its unpredictable posture, I am afraid that even the most talented painter can't draw it.
The sun came out and the fog slowly dispersed. The sun gently covered with mist, like a shy girl, covered her beautiful face with a veil.
As poetry, as song, as dream, as illusory fog!
The shining stars, the bright moon, the silky drizzle, the boundless snow and the warm sunshine are all loved by the audience, while I only like the misty morning fog.
In the morning, many people are still sleeping, but I rub my sleepy eyes and get up early. Everything was in good order. When I walked to the window and pushed it away, I saw a large piece of morning fog in the sky, just like a painting, giving people a mysterious feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain". The tall and majestic mountains in the distance look green and swaying in the morning fog; The crystal dew on the flowers and trees downstairs is a masterpiece of nature. The breeze blew and the trees danced. If you stand under a big tree, dewdrops fall from the sky like pearls! Crossing the lawn, the vague outline of scattered pedestrians and vehicles on the road seems to be in a dreamland, but it is not very real in the haze and disappears into the fog bit by bit.
As time goes on, the fog gradually fades away, and nature seems to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze. Looking up at the other side of the mountain, the branches of some trees are gradually exposed, with a faint frost, which doesn't feel like a clean white gouache. This incident made several birds flying from other places stand on the branches, adding different colors to this poetic painting, which made people appreciate it.
This morning mist reminds people of the famous Temple of Heaven in The Journey to the West. Those trees seem to be the flat peach garden of the queen mother; The wide road is like the Rainbow Bridge in the Heavenly Palace ... The morning fog covered the scenery of the balcony and attracted several pedestrians. Isn't it a unique charm to get up early in the morning, have a cup of light green tea and watch the ever-changing morning fog?
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep, opened the window and couldn't see anything clearly. Everything is shrouded in milky fog, and there is a thick fog between heaven and earth. It can be said that "the water mist rises from one side and the autumn wind falls on both sides of the forest."
The morning mist is so white and pure that there is no noise. I walked out of the house with my schoolbag on my back, and a thick fog came and I took a deep breath. It is cool, soft and humid, and has a faint fragrance. I looked at everything in front of me, just like walking in the paradise of Journey to the West. Occasionally, there are a few high-pitched birds singing. I only heard them, but I couldn't see them. It is playing hide-and-seek with me. On weekdays, cars never turn on the lights during the day. Today, all the cars on the road are on, and the speed is as slow as a snail. The small house in the distance vaguely shows a little outline, such as a mirage, and like a dragon walking around, with hazy shadows looming. Is that the flat peach garden of the Queen Mother? There seems to be a fairy picking peaches in the oratorio, singing like fog, delicate and graceful, as if there were nothing.
Gradually, the sun came out, the fog faded, like flowing transparent body, and the earth took off its coat and put on gauze, all of which constituted a quiet and refined, fresh and elegant gouache painting. "When the wind comes to smell Susu, things will see gray." It is sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. It must be sunny today. You smile in front of my eyes, moisten things quietly, welcome early risers and bring people good expectations.
White and flawless morning mist, you are a poem, a painting, a dream, a faint cup of milk tea in early winter, and a pure poet in my heart. ...
In the morning, I got up at seven o'clock and found that the weather today seems different from usual. A ray of sunshine has shone into the house in the past, but today is different. I guess it may be cloudy. I sat in the dining room and had breakfast. I stared out of the window and found white smoke drifting by. I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery, so I asked my mother what it was. My mother said it was fog. It's foggy today, and it will be beautiful outside. After listening to this, my mother immediately put on her schoolbag and flew outside.
Out of the door, the fog soon stuck to my face, feeling wet, really comfortable! Does the fog smell? I don't think so. I will smell it hard. Hey! It seems a little dull. I am walking alone on my way to school. Looking ahead, you can only see a few meters away, and one side is white; Looking back, what I saw just now disappeared in a blink of an eye.
When I came to school, I stood on the teaching building and looked at the playground in the distance. The world is fuzzy. The track, football field, basketball court and baseball field on the playground, as well as the flowers and trees on both sides of the playground, have been in front of our eyes. However, they are now shrouded in fog and can't see anything below. We are like living in fog, like the Monkey King in Journey to the West. I can't wait to run to the playground to feel the beautiful scenery. I stood in the middle of the playground, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, and seemed to feel that the whole world could only accommodate me.
Gradually, the sun smiled and the fog gradually faded and dispersed. Although the fog will always disperse, the good impression it left in our hearts will never change.
Ah, I love the beauty of nature, and I love fog!
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and got up. Ah, I can't see anything clearly outside the window. There is a thick fog between heaven and earth.
The fog is so white and pure that there is no noise.
I opened the window, and the mist drifted into the room gently, like a gauze and white silk, like a fairy's dress brushing my cheek, so gentle!
I walked silently into the fog with my schoolbag on my back, and there was silence around me. Occasionally, there are a few clear birdcalls, but I just hear them, but I can't see them.
In the vast fog, people five steps away can't see. I walked along the Negou River, which seems to be the "Tongtian River", but I couldn't see the other side. Walking alone in the fog, the fog soaked my hair and clothes, and I felt a little lonely and disappointed.
The fog seems ambitious. Occupy a whole day, a whole land, a whole world.
The sun rose and the fog faded. Under the breeze, the fog rolled around, like icebergs and snow peaks, like Penglai fairyland, like a mirage ... making people feel high. The sun is glowing with orange light, and the whole sun is like the juice of a' big persimmon', which dyed the clouds red, set Phnom Penh on the nearby Daping Mountain, plated the earth with gold, and dominated the whole world under the great trust of fog!
Morning fog excellent composition 10 morning fog dawn, as soon as I walked out of the house, a fresh and cool air penetrated into my heart. Oh, it's fog
These fogs have many shapes. Some are like chickens, some are like crouching tigers, some are like lions ... I often wonder if these foggy chickens are barking. Is Crouching Tiger sleeping?
After a while, I want to take a walk in the park. The flowers and plants on the roadside are hidden from time to time, which is obviously dark and hazy. Take a breath of cold silk and a little mint; Feel it. It looks like the same layer of gauze. I feel like I'm living in a foggy world, a bit like I just walked from heaven to a colorful world. At the same time, it also makes me feel relaxed and feel high.
After a while, the fog slowly dispersed. Some are like hills, some are like meteorites, and some are like large grasslands ... I took out colored lights from my pocket and shone on them. Give a green light to the hills and meteorites, and the hills will become green hills with green trees, and there will be some moss on the meteorites. In the yellow light on the "grass" and "leaves", the grass turned into golden wheat seedlings and cried by itself, a bit like the feeling of autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.
Time slips away quietly, and the fog slowly drifts away with the wind. How I wanted to keep it, but it went with the wind.
Morning mist excellent composition 1 1 Morning light woke me up from my sleep. I can't see anything clearly outside. Oh! It turned out that the fog came and turned the world into milky white. Take a deep breath of air, and you can't help but sigh: "Ah! How cool! "
I flew downstairs, bathed in the embrace of fog, fresh grass and leaves, green as if to pinch water, a drop of crystal water fell down, oh! It turned out to be dew on the tree. This crystal dew is like a beautiful diamond and sparkling crystal.
Fog, like milk, falls on my eyelashes, slightly cool and comfortable. How mysterious. I just want to touch it and hold it in my hand, but it flies away, flying to my hair, my clothes and immersed in my heart.
On the road, everything is hazy and vague. Cars honk, passers-by wear raincoats and umbrellas, and street lamps illuminate the road. But from a distance, only a small bright spot can be seen. How amazing the fog is!
Between the houses, the fog is frolicking, sometimes gathering, forming a milky sea, sometimes dispersing and blooming in the air. What a naughty fog! What a good artist!
Looking around, the bridge disappeared instantly, and even the bright lights could not be seen clearly. Everything is shrouded in fog, how quiet and beautiful. Within five steps, it's like a layer of white gauze, and things beyond five steps are completely invisible.
The sun rises gradually, and the morning mist is still diffuse, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing. The fog gradually dispersed again, because the sun showed a lovely half face, and light and heat emanated from the half face, which gave us vitality and everything was beautiful. Soon, the warm light passed through the clouds and shone on the trees, the houses and the hopeful red faces of the children.
The fog has cleared and everything is clear. Fog comes and goes quickly. This beautiful and hazy fog belongs only to a quiet morning. I like this hazy fog!
I am the daughter of God. My father often says that I am as pure as jade, and he always dotes on me. When I was tired of playing in the sky, I ran down alone to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the earth.
I walked around the top of the mountain and saw some diligent people exercising. "Hi, hello!" I shouted in my mind. I really want to say hello to them, but unfortunately I can never pour out my full words to people.
I think staying at the top of the mountain may block their prospects. They managed to climb to the top of the mountain. What a disappointing thing it should be, but they can't overlook it because of my existence. So, I quietly mentioned the white skirt and flew to the mountainside. ...
The scenery on the mountainside is so beautiful that I was deeply attracted by the scenery here as soon as I fell down. Colorful plants make up a colorful picture: apricot blossom, peach blossom, pear blossom ... and those unknown wild flowers bloom for the second time, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow; Pine trees are green, willows are charming, poplars are tall and straight, and jujube trees are clustered ... What kind of hands does Mother Nature have? I can weave such a beautiful and moving picture. I love everything here. I held everything in my arms and stroked and teased happily. ...
I was tired of playing on the mountainside and ran to the road. But I wonder if my appearance will hinder the traffic. I heard someone exclaim on the road and someone cheer: "What a beautiful fog!" "Fog? Are you calling me fog? But I am willing to accept the names people give me. It's beautiful and can give people an ethereal and hazy feeling.
Inadvertently, out of the corner of my eye, I caught my sister Sun dressed behind me. Suddenly, the sword-like sunshine pierced my weak body. I think I should go home. As soon as I turned around, I quietly merged into the hopeful dawn. ...
Morning fog excellent composition 13 white morning fog covers the earth and covers everything. ...
Jungle fog
The dense jungle is covered with a thin mist, just like a fairyland. It's all green around, but it's not true, because it's covered with gauze. Wet fog sets off green, which is very fresh. ...
The fog of the jungle, with a happy mood, began a refreshing day.
Fog of the city
In the morning of the city, milky white fog hangs over the whole world. You can vaguely see those tall buildings. Surrounded by dense fog, those tall buildings seem to stretch out into the sky. In a dense fog, several girls in high heels walked into a tall building to meet them. This is a busy day.
The fog in the city is thick and milky, which means busy work. Fog makes you breathless, and so does work.
Fog in the garden
"Pa", a drop of crystal clear dew rolled down from the petals, what kind of fog it was! Thin, almost disappeared, the flowers in the garden put on beautiful dresses, decorated like pearls with wet fog, gorgeous and beautiful.
The fog in the garden symbolizes a gorgeous, beautiful, relaxed and happy day, starting with the morning fog.
The fog in the jungle represents a fresh life, the fog in the city represents a busy life, and the fog in the garden just represents a relaxing day.
Fog in different places represents different lifestyles, fresh, busy and relaxed. ...
Open the window and see a vast expanse of whiteness. What foggy weather!
When I went downstairs, I found that the leaves on the roadside were all wet and there were small drops of water on the tip of the grass. The houses in front are covered with white veils, and only the outline of the houses can be seen vaguely. Not far away, there is a faint shadow moving. I took a closer look and it turned out to be an aunt. At a young age, my hair is actually white-my head is covered with a layer of "white fog". Interestingly, her eyebrows are also white, just like a fairy coming out of a fairyland.
When I came to the road, I found that the white fog was getting thicker and thicker, and I couldn't see it clearly after a few steps. The trees and houses on both sides seem to be enchanted and shrouded in fog. Cars lined up in a long line and crawled slowly on the road, like snails. My father, who has driven me to school for nearly two years, is actually a little insecure. He kept his eyes fixed on the front and kept asking me, "Is the school here?" How many roads are there? "
The school is also soaked in milky fog, and four connected teaching buildings are like palaces floating in the air. At ten o'clock, the fog began to disperse slowly, and the tall buildings in the distance were faintly visible. It was not until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that all the fog cleared, and Grandpa Sun finally smiled.
Morning fog excellent composition 15 whenever the temperature drops in autumn and winter, the fog will quietly come to us. In the morning, when I pushed home, I saw a foggy world. Everything in the fog is hazy. High-rise buildings are looming under the fog, becoming a mirage, as if entering a paradise. Fog is floating around. I walk on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. It passed by me, and suddenly I felt like I was walking on cloud. In the foggy streets, people are close at hand, but they only hear the sound and disappear.
Walking in this transpiration fog is like being in a fairyland. There was a whistle in the distance, and I saw two red halos flashing in the fog before I knew the car was coming. The dense fog not only covered the distant mountains, but also covered the nearby things. The flowers and trees on the roadside quietly bowed their heads and drowned in this milky fog. Looking from a distance, I vaguely saw a long queue of buses and cars on the road, ready to move there. The bridge seems to be supported by fog. There are several boats sailing under the bridge, like several duckweeds swaying in the fog to see if they are floating in the water.
The fog drifted with the wind, rushing to heaven and earth, covering the whole world. In the early morning, the wind was cold and foggy, and the whole day seemed to have been washed by milk.