One morning in the winter, I went to school with my bag and found the fog below.
Oh The fog?! In front of the mountain The grass is green and luxuriant. shy, reluctant to take out the white fog to block. Streets, villages, and pedestrians are shrouded in thick fog, the whole town is the fog of the sea. At first, on the road to see the figure, it was all gray, approached to see the contours of a person. In the street, the car has been raised by the lantern, a flash, and slowly move forward, as if the old man walking night. People walking in the sea of mist, like the fairy The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, seem to be Yu Yunduan. While the fog dispersed, while gather together, while rising, while landing. Everywhere is white, everywhere is white, like a fairy and a white horse in the sky, but also like the myth of "water overflows golden hill". The sun in the sky is so small, the color is very light, very light, only a yellow plate.
In the morning, the fog gradually faded, into a very thin and very thin yarn, in the air floated, sometimes far, sometimes near; sometimes high, sometimes low. This layer of yarn was soon in the hands of the gourd gourd, all gone. Beautiful mountains, tall trees and all the world show their original face. Look, the sun woke up, the sky is smiling to us!
Fog, you have brought us a change, brings the imagination, brings the joy, brings the colorful scenery.
冬天的一個早晨，我揹着書包上學，發現樓下的霧可濃了。
哦！下霧了？！前方的青翠欲滴的大山很害羞，不願意出來，拿白白的霧來遮擋。大街、村莊、行人全被濃霧給籠罩起來了，整個小鎮全是霧海。起初在路上還看不見人影，全是灰濛濛的，走近了才能看見人的輪廓。在大街上，汽車全提起了燈籠，一閃一閃的，緩緩地向前行駛，彷彿是走夜路的老爺爺。人們在霧海中行走，就像是八仙過海中的仙人一樣，似乎置身於雲端。大霧一會兒分散開來，一會兒聚攏在一起，一會兒升起，一會兒降落。到處都是乳白色，到處都是白茫茫的，宛如仙女在天上撒下一匹白布，又像是神話中的“水漫金山”。太陽在天上顯得是那麼弱小，顏色很淡很淡，只有一個黃色的`盤子。
上午，濃霧漸漸淡了，變成了一層很薄很薄的紗，在空中飄來飄去，時而遠，時而近；時而高，時而低。這層“紗”不久被葫蘆娃手中的葫蘆收進去了，蕩然無存。秀麗的山，高大的樹和世界萬物又顯出它們原有的面容。瞧，太陽睡醒了，正在天上對我們笑哩！
霧，你給我們帶來了變化，帶來了想象，帶來了歡樂，更帶來了五彩繽紛的景色。
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