Sentences describing fog

I remember not long ago Xiamen had a very big fog so big that I could not see the road upstairs, [describing the foggy sentences] walking on the road felt like in Wonderland.

1, the beautiful morning mist is like a daughter of the mountains, kissing her mother's cheek. She seems to get the mother's care, then the flow of the beauty of the return to the tourists. When you are intoxicated in her charm, unknowingly a round of red sun rises. At this moment, the sun seems to be like a big apple in yellow and red, showing people a more colorful charm.

2, the fog spread around, a cloud like a flocculent, woven into a layer of thin veil, covering the sky, spread all over the ground, around the house, covered the tree, everything in front of you only shows a gray outline. People seem to be lifted up, suspended in mid-air, as if entering the fairyland in general, resulting in a mysterious feeling of God. Students walked past, but only heard the sound of voices, closer to see clearly.

3, the road, a white blanket. Towers and trees are like a layer of white veil, more than ten meters away from something can only be seen in a silhouette. In the past the speeding car, today also have no energy to light up the anti-fog lights roaming forward crawling, but also from time to time honked the horn, afraid of running into pedestrians. I and my mom's car in the sea of fog also roaming driving, as if in a fairyland in general.

4, suddenly, rang out "fog, fog ......" shouts I raised my eyes to see a cloud from the bottom of the mountain diffuse up. One such as clouds like wadding woven into a thin layer of light sand, covering the sky covered with water around the mountain, everything only reveals a gray piece. Clouds also layer by layer accumulation, the more thick, and finally converged into a sea of clouds. Mount Lushan became a sea island. The clouds will become a running horse, a moment into a meek shepherd, a moment into a vicious dragon ...... is really a variety of forms and changes. This is the famous Mount Lu Yunwu, I seem to be in fairyland.

5, in the fog, only to see the chaos, can not see anything, the distant trees and houses and mountains are like a light veil. Fog is getting bigger and bigger, first a wisp floats over, and then a mass of flow over, so that the earth becomes blurred, a dim. Everything in front of us was shrouded in a misty morning fog. The sun rose slowly, with only a reddish glow, a faint light coming through the mist.

6, the fog shrouded the whole earth, as if the fairyland in general, the road came a burst of pleasant car bells, but can not see the car, as if everyone is cloaked in invisibility, the distant lights, to the morning fog decorated with a small orange flowers, so that the morning fog has become a more beautiful and mysterious, the fog for a while, a while rising, a while rolling, a while gathering, a while dispersed, the scenery, I am afraid that even famous I'm afraid that even famous painters can't depict this beautiful scenery.

7, the street, thick fog, everywhere is a sea of fog. Go to school on the way, I found the sky and the earth as if by a huge fog tent shrouded, everywhere is wet, people on the street to and fro, near the flash of a car shadow, the distance as if the world of fog. Time was moving slowly and the fog was slowly changing.

8, morning fog like hanging in the air of millions of white yarn to be dyed, slowly swinging, in the sunrise under the change of strange colors.

9, misty transparent white fog woven into a huge self-tent, tightly covered down.

10, turbulent mist, as if the spring tide of melting snow, curling up into the sky, like the incense burner out of the smoke.

11, fog on the river as hung up a layer of pure white veil, the night sailing boat hanging red lights, sometimes hidden, as if the insomniac barely open eyes.

12, A thin veil-like stream of milky white air swirled gently over the tops of the wheat.

13, Mount Lushan fog, sometimes as curling light smoke, sometimes as hectares of waves rolled, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as gray lead.

14, the thick fog pulled up its wide white robe to a big mountain all to cover up.

15, a vast fog like smoke like waves, volatile like water, will be the peaks

16. A mist rose over the Don, moved, unfolded itself down the slopes of the white limestone peaks, and burrowed into the cliffs like a gray, headless serpent.

17. The sun had just risen, and a transparent mist of water hung over the village near the river, as if the village were covered in glass.

18. Early in the morning, the fog is thick, it is slightly chilly, tossing and turning.

19. A huge wave of mist came in as heavy as a woolen mass, blotting out the sun.

20, full of mountains and valleys of milky white fog, so deep, so thick, like flowing syrup, can float people up like.

21, sticky wet and cold cold fog slowly drifting, rolling ups and downs, chasing each other, as if the waves on the treacherous sea.

22. The fog seemed like a vast wall in vague motion, and like a high wall rising from the sea.

23, the morning mist like milky white gauze, such as dreams such as poetry, such as pictures, swinging away, pulling open, chopping, blocking my line of sight, so that people have a kind of floating clouds want to return to the feeling.

24, the fog gradually dissolved, gradually diluted. At the foot of the mountain, a breeze drifted quietly, the fog veil was rolled up a corner, revealing the blue sky, blue piercing. Everything is cleaned by the morning fog, how refreshing the air.

25, the forest milky white fog pixel veil in the bushes winding, fluttering, and like a fairy on the ribbon, in the curls.

26, early fall, the foggy earth, like a layer of gauze, the golden fields far and near the village, are shrouded. Right in front of you white clouds, like ribbons fluttering, entwined between the trees, fields, the world as if in a hallucination.

27. The valley is wrapped in a band of milky white fog, like a soft brocade bridge.

28, walking on the wide road, ah! Like a beautiful girl to the earth in a hurry to weave a thin gauze blanket, have not had time to embroider flowers, can not wait to the earth to spread, let people appreciate. Distant mountains hazy, vaguely see only a little shadow, fog lining the mountains, I'm afraid the painter can not depict this picture it, really beautiful.

29, I just got up in the morning, the scenery outside the window was mesmerized. In the thick fog, the whole city is a layer of white veil of illumination, can not see his true colors. Several huge buildings are hidden, the distant peaks in the fog reveals a vague figure, looks so mysterious, seems to hide a great secret.

30, get up in the morning, a go out, a white blanket, no matter the sky, no matter the ground, as if pulling on a few layers of gauze. It is light, delicate and delicate brushing the water, wood and grass house people, floating around, like a fairyland, like a labyrinth, confusing. Everything is wrapped in white mist.

31, in the morning, I do not know when, like smoke curls up, like a white veil of fog. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, the whole world is shrouded up, seem a little ethereal. Trees in the distance can only see a dark shadow, can not distinguish what trees, as if people in the distance will be like a trick, suddenly a flash, disappeared in the fog, turned into a small black dot, sometimes hidden, so that you feel and they seem to be sandwiched between a tangible and mindless wall, the distant buildings only reveal a roof, really mirage flavor it! Fog like a naughty little doll, secretly the sun sword-like light hide. The sun's treasure was stolen, people saw its true colors, ashamed of its face red red red. Fog floating around, seems to be tired of playing, slowly hidden, and reluctantly return the sword to the sun. The sun has a divine energy up, to the earth sprinkled with ten thousand silver strands of gold. The earth is no longer ethereal, lost the "mirage", became very bright, very happy. The whole world became noisy again.

32, once the rain stopped, the fog came surging from the hidden valley, the beginning of the fog is like a veil, but also like cooking smoke, she gently caressed us, instantly rain stopped, the fog came surging from the hidden valley, the beginning of the fog is like a veil, but also like cooking smoke, she gently caressed us, instantly drowned everything in front of us. At the moment down to see is a sea of white clouds, up to see the towering peaks, as if the torrential river in a flat boat, the mountain in the clouds, people in the painting.

33, the fog is ever-changing, it is changing every moment, a moment of dispersion, a moment of gathering, a moment of Xu Xu on the rise, a moment of rolling forward. It's that unpredictable thousands of forms I'm afraid that even the most talented painters can not be depicted it! The fog changes from time to time, blocking my vision. I have no way of knowing what is in front of me and what is there, only step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step. I can't help but feel that life is just like that! Only the down-to-earth, one step at a time to do everything well, you can achieve success.

34, the shadow of the fog seems to be guiding me into the misty wonderland, I feel as if I am roaming in the sky and the world, in front of my eyes constantly floating to the gauze-like white fog, a silk, a wisp, such as smoke, such as dust, such as a poem, such as a picture. I reached out to touch it, haha, caught. Just as I was looking closely, it had long since slipped away. Everywhere is the shadow of it, but can not figure out where it really is, really do not know it's "Mount Lushan true face".

35. I walked on the field path, the fog touched my cheeks, my body was surrounded, but not at all bound. Can really be called marvelous! Look ahead, there seems to be a wall, blocking the sight in front of me, can not see the way forward, as well as the roadside scenery. I reached out and touched only to feel a kind of cold, invisible wall hindering the progress, I slowed down for fear of a foot step, then jumped to the ground. I wanted to stay. The road in front of me seemed endless, but it didn't seem to take long to penetrate. Looking back remains the same, as if not leaving a trace.

36, my eyes constantly floated to the light like fog, a grain, a grain, such as smoke, such as dust ...... I reached out to grab, ha, grabbed it! When I opened my hand to look at it, it has long slipped through the cracks of my fingers, the air is everywhere in its figure, so that I can not tell the difference. What a lovely fog! It was like a skillful make-up artist, coloring the locks of black hair on my forehead into locks of silver, and my upper and lower eyelashes were covered with tiny crystal flowers. I closed my eyes a little and then opened them again, only to feel that they were moist, with a touch of coolness, and comfortable!

37, suddenly, floating up a light fog, as if around me dreaming, the morning fog like milky white gauze, like a dream like a dream like a poem like a picture, swinging away, pulling not open, chopping, blocking my line of sight, so that there is a kind of floating by the clouds want to go back to the feeling of the fog is really like a gauze of beauty, so that I was intoxicated in this picturesque, in the unknowing fog faded away in the smoke at this point in time, heavenly yo yo yo yo yo yo sometimes faintly appearing dozens of mischievous White clouds on the azure stage, as if a show or performance to the most wonderful place.

38, heaven and earth shrouded in white fog, near the flowers and trees, distant mountains and houses, are in the fog at times hidden. Pedestrians on the road to and fro, sometimes only hear their messy intermittent footsteps, only close to the moment to see their faces clearly, to turn around and look again, their backs seem to have entered the ethereal "fairyland" in the ......

39, Shuangfengshan fog is a beautiful fog. She seems to be a classical girl, a wisp of vegetation gently shaking, attracted visitors obsessed. This beauty simply can not be compared, I do not know is the morning fog raised the Twin Peaks, or Twin Peaks retained the morning fog, in short, the mountain fog has been inseparable. Walking in the morning mist, all things are pleasing to the eye.

40, Shuangfengshan fog is a warm fog. She seems to be a large painting, hanging down from the sky, so that the bamboo sea seems to be hidden, the spring seems to condense like flow. She does not belong to the kind of "fog lock mountain mountain lock fog" fog, so that people can not breathe, nor is it sparse to make people bored with the mist. She is wonderful in her seemingly hidden, giving people a sense of mystery; she is wonderful in her serenity and elegance, giving people a sense of freshness and nature; she is wonderful in her white and friendly, giving people a sense of warmth.