作文
Recently, my family and I traveled to London for five days. At the word \"fog\London is famous for its fog, which is called \"fog\". But I'm just borrowing its name here.
This is a small village far from the bustling, every summer night began to have a layer of gray mist hanging on the surface, especially in the fog-free months, this layer of mist seems more beautiful. Meanwhile floating a lonely feeling overflowing heart, is in a dream? But better than a dream. In reality? More mysterious than reality. Lazy thinking, let the heart have clever! Let the soul swim in this dream!
More wonderful or early morning, every window and hope, outside a beautiful tide shan head. Then you feel that the fog has penetrated through a window, into your heart, into your blood. Often in such days I can not withstand temptation, a piece of clothing will gradually become such a magical.
The mountains disappear, the jungles retreat. Don't tell me in the dirt under my feet that I thought my childhood yearning had made the clouds come true! Standing in the fog, a gust of wind blowing that small water drops, light on your skin, mixed
with the fragrance of flowers into your nostril, a refreshing feeling permeated in everyone's heart. In this fog, the birds that come out early for food cannot be seen at all, but can also snuggle in the branches alone.
Walking in the fog, even a look up, there is a dark yellow spot in the sky, that is hidden behind the sun fog, then the fog began to fade. Those ghostly mountains began to manifest themselves, birds began to sing and sing, insects began to flower. Everything in the village began to wake up.
Sitting on a hill, mountain village has not seen the shadow of fog. Singing and singing, the busy farmers began the hard work of the day. This time, however, the mountain was still foggy,
Including the whole village. A wisp of village smoke floated in the air, turning into a mountain fog. That kind of dense breath to the village covered with a layer of mysterious veil, let a person have a sense of heaven is still so.
Stand up, stretch home with fog, plastic fog is wonderful in the diary.
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