Dreamlike morning fog

When I got up in the morning and pushed open the window, the sky was slightly bright, and I found that everything in the earth was shrouded in the boundless milky white fog. It was really "the fog is rising from the side, and the wind forest is on the banks of the two sides." "The scenery turns to more than a hundred miles, and the warm fog drives the clouds." Fighting the world."

Walking through the misty smog, the surrounding fog disappears and becomes unpredictable. You go in and retreat, you retreat into it, and you can't catch it with your hand. At this time, I feel how mischievous the fog is, and there is a kind of horrible beauty that makes people love and pity. The fog covered the sky, covered the ground, surrounded the mountains, covered the water, everything was a gray scene. The fog is still increasing, and the rising fog finally merges into a thick foggy sea...

Looking up, houses and trees are immersed in thick fog, looming, their whole body seems to be covered with a thin layer of yarn, thick fog, stretching on the horizon, and seems to connect with the sky, forming a boundless white The curtain wall makes people feel that they are entering a fairyland. They can't help but think about it: Oh, imagine that you are floating in the air, and you can make a fool in the air----in the air, you can stand upside down, then free fall, and land in the world, really good. Cozy.

"The wind is coming to smell the sun, the fog is going to see the sky." I don't know when, a ray of sunshine sneaked through the fog curtain and illuminate the earth. The fog turns from white to orange, then from orange to gold, and the fog slowly thins and rises. The trees on the side of the road, like the dancers in white long skirts, are more beautiful; the white statues in the fields are covered with white cotton wadding; the earth slowly wakes up under the light of the sun. The fog, a piece of film drifted away silently, and soon disappeared without a trace...

Seeing the flying leaps and the birds singing, everything is full of enthusiasm under the warm sun, giving me endless hope, giving me upward confidence, how great the creator is! As a spirit of all things, what reason can we not cherish every day?

It’s another bleak morning, and it’s a day full of hope!

Third day: nancy520