fog

Ah, it’s foggy, the outside is full of fog, and there is only one piece of whiteness between the heavens and the earth.

Walking on the way to school, I am happy to appreciate this charming scenery. In the fog, the flowers are shy and gorgeous first; the leaves of the big trees are more green and green, and the crystal clear and delicate water drops are hung on the branches, so it’s not fading, and there are a few pearls hanging around. There, shame and answer, crumbling. The building in the distance is in the fog.

Pedestrians on the road are not afraid of the influence of fog, still laughing and watching the fog, enjoying the scenery that seems to be nothing. Although I can't see their faces, I can still hear their crisp footsteps and bike ringing.

After a while, the fog was much smaller, and the sun father came out. It changed the barbarism of the past and became gentle and harmonious. Gradually, the visibility in the air slowly improved, and the high-rise building pages were not hidden in the fog, but were awkward.

After a while, the fog stopped and everything was calm. A few camphor trees were washed away by the water, as if a group of cute little angels helped. The delicate flowers are washed with water, which makes them more charming and charming.

When I got to the school, I opened the window and a fresh air came in. The fog is not as spectacular as snow, and there is no lingering like a small fish, but it is gentle, light, wet, and lie on your cheeks, softly and quietly, to accompany you through the youth.

Fog, one person, several people, one world, several worlds, one kind of truth, several reasons...

Sixth grade: Better tomorrow