Fog

It's getting foggy.

The early morning scenery is nothing but the fog. The rich white dyed the line of sight, the face seems to be wet with water, and it seems to be covered with a layer of paste-like thick, the heaven and earth are assimilated the color, quietly writing innocent in the eyeballs that can not find the focus White.

I can't see through this forest-like fog, as if I have painted all the "Ethereal" and "Unreal". The rich colors concealed the line of sight, and only when you look closely at it will you discover the looming trees. This tree is in the lingering white light, just like the philosopher is intoxicated in the truth, the scientist is obsessed with research, is obsessed with his own life, and plays like a child playfully hide and seek, even if he can't see his face, find no To his body, he also knew that he was laughing because he was not found. However, the mysterious but difficult to understand, even if he knows his joy, can not fully understand, so, can not see through, can not see clearly, become mysterious, mysterious.

In addition to the "smiling" trees, the rising sun in the distance is even more brilliant. In this white mans, a clear, dark, golden light flashes in front of you, and the sight of the focal length that has lost the focal length has found a fixed point, like a star in the endless night, and there is a "water in the thousand rivers." Qianjiangyue, Wanli Wuyun Wanyuntian". In the misty mist, what is revealed is the awe-inspiring face of confusion and confidence.

Half-wrapped the ear with one hand, showing the shape of the arc, just to listen to the dynamics of the smoke. Throwing a happy distraction, a faint melody sounded in the ear. The first is to hear the sound of the light water, the sound is soothing, smooth and unobtrusive, just like a sweet mouth in the mouth, and like a good sound hanging beam, long time but not scattered, into the heart. Then I heard the crispness of the leaves rubbing, occasionally soft, occasionally stunned, such as white clouds flowing in the sky, elegant and comfortable, can be urgent, can only be happy. After hearing the rumors of the wind, I still care about the ancient wounds and today, here, the heart is in the ancient land, there is a lot of sorrows. The temperament is in my ear, in my heart, and the haze can't hide the natural sound.

It is a pity that I can't understand the mysterious scenery. The golden light of the East finally burst into a dazzling splendour. When I was attracted to my attention, I was again in the eyes of God.

Oh, the fog is gone.

Tao Zhuang Middle School Third Day: Li Cong