In study, work or life, you always have to contact the essay, right, according to the characteristics of the writing proposition, the essay can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. You always have no way to write when you write an essay? The following is my description of the fog essay for you to organize, only for reference, you take a look at it.
Description of the fog essay 1Early in the morning, when I was lying in the warm comforter and dreaming, my mother has opened the doors and windows, and is announcing her big discovery: "Fog!" "Hey! Really?" I jumped out of bed in a flash, scrambled to get dressed and ran to the door. "Heh - what a fog!" Only a wave of cold white smoke greeted you, making you just shiver!
Backpack, I walked on the road to school, feeling the roadside tall and straight sycamore trees seem to suck greedily this milky white fog. The flowers, plants and trees are hidden in the fog, as if they are playing hide-and-seek with me. Ten meters away from the scene, you can only vaguely see its outline. At this time, the road usually do not care too much about the sound in the fog seems clear: intermittent footsteps, fast and short horn, crisp bicycle bell ...... a variety of sounds mixed together, composed of a wonderful symphony in the morning fog. Ah, the fog is also moving Oh - she slowly, gently rising upwards, people are enveloped in it, as if in a fairyland like ......
Yo, how the face is wet? I touched it, ha! Eyelashes, eyebrows are wet, so comfortable in!
After a while, the fog became thinner, the earth seems to have taken off the heavy snow flannel coat, replaced by a white white gown. The sun came out, slowly revealing its golden light, and the fog chose to leave ......
Description of the fog essay 2Today at noon I watched a beautiful foggy rain, which surprised me and delighted me.
At that time, I looked at the window with fascination, it was raining cowspiracy outside the window, and the window was like a layer of frost, as if flakes of fading crystal clear snowflakes, beautiful! There were many words written on it, so crooked and twisted that I couldn't read them! But I can not hold back my curiosity, secretly wrote down his name, afraid of being seen, it will be very embarrassing!
I opened the window and looked out, and was surprised to find a group of children playing by the flower pots, really worried that they would be in danger! As I continued to look, I suddenly felt a chill sweep over my body, so I peeked back and quickly zipped up my shirt, because my teacher said, "We're going to have to take the vaccine against influenza A in the next few days, and we can't do that if we get a cold." So I didn't want to make a mistake at this juncture! I'll be in big trouble then! But I couldn't resist poking my head out again, ha! In a short while, I became a "soup chicken", the whole head is wet, from time to time also dripping down a drop or two of crystal clear water droplets! This look can really make people laugh and cry ah!
The rain continued to fall, it seems that there is no intention to stop, but more and more big, although the raindrops did not become bigger, more full, but the area of rain, the scope is getting bigger and bigger! Gradually, in the outside activities of the students are back one after another, the body is basically drenched, but also a big breath of hot air, I think: these hot air must be enough to another downpour, huh! That would be fun, and the world would be able to save a lot of water! Unfortunately, it seems unlikely that the world will adopt my opinion as a schoolboy!
"Fog and rain" can be really beautiful and interesting ah, the windows like a layer of frost, as if the flakes withered crystal clear snowflakes as ......
Description of the fog essay 3In the morning, my mother and grandma led me out for a walk. Ah, there is a thin layer of fog on the creek, the fog sticking to the ground spreading in all directions, and in the twinkling of an eye, it is reflected in the fog that roams the mountains.
The fog filled the river, like a layer of gauze, the fertile fields, heavy ears of grain, and the river side of the small village are shrouded. The fog floated like ribbons, twisting between the trees, and it was as if this world was all in an illusion at this point. The distant valleys were also filled with milky white fogs, they were so deep and thick that the mist rolled gently and seemed to engulf everything.
At this point, the red face of the sun was also invisible, and the distant houses and trees appeared only as faint shadows, like a painter sketching out with a brush. The colorful slopes, black asphalt road, scattered mountains, rolling hills, all covered in the mist, nothing can be seen. Between heaven and earth there is only that white fog, wet fog, cool mist drifting around between the valleys.
Fog slowly diffuse to the hillside, scattered into a piece of soft veil, floating and enveloping the entire mountain village. Milky white fog like a fairy in the dance, like a white silk scarf in the dance, like dandelion seeds in the flight ...... such as poetry, such as a dream, such as a song, such as the illusion of the fog ah, swinging not to go away, can not pull away, so that people have a kind of floating feeling of immortality.
Gradually, the fog dispersed and the sun came out. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night. I look forward to it.
Description of the fog essay 4I planted a small tree, you return me a piece of green; I sprinkled some crystal rain, you return me a piece of fragrance ...... But today, the sky is no longer blue, the ground is no longer green seems to be covered by a layer of veil.
A week, at least three days are indoors in physical education class, I quietly sit in the seat, listlessly looking out the window, ah! How can this be, the road as if nothing can be seen, a haze, far away from the pedestrians like a small gray dots like. Today's world is like a gray glass cover to isolate us from the sun and the world.
I read the information, know a lot of scientific truth. Haze is the sulfuric acid, nitric acid and dust in the air, which is composed of a large number of tiny ice crystals suspended in the air near the ground in an aerosol system.
Especially in the winter fog, it has the name of the first big killer, a lot of car exhaust, exhaust waste in these droplets, people in their daily lives, these substances will have a strong impact on the human respiratory tract, especially those suffering from diabetes, high blood pressure of the middle-aged and elderly people, more prone to heart attacks or death.
Hearing this, you must want to ask where that pesky haze comes from, first of all, is man-made reasons: cold winter will be seventy percent of the people with coal-fired heating, this practice is not environmentally friendly, but will make the air emissions of soot, and then dry winter, the ground of the people and traffic to make the dust churning up, and secondly, is the natural causes.
Although the beautiful world produces haze, but people have countermeasures to deal with it: less go out, less open windows, away from home to go out with a mask, pay attention to personal hygiene ......
Watching the "Under the Dome" I'm very shocked, it turns out that these haze is caused by the hands of mankind, so we have to double to make up for it, because the Earth is human, only people can come to save it.
Description of the fog essay 5Now that the environment we live in is getting more and more polluted every year, we need to better protect and cherish the beautiful environment around us.
One morning in this semester, I went out of the house, a gray before my eyes, far some of the houses, trees can not see, feel the air covered with dust, as if the whole city was a big yellow veil to cover. Many pedestrians on the road are wearing masks, not wearing masks cover their mouths and noses with their hands, some were choking and coughing. I immediately also feel breathing difficulties, every time I breathe, I feel that I inhaled a lot of dust. I suddenly remembered that I saw the "haze" on TV, and I realized how seriously the haze is polluting our environment. Today I finally saw the power of the "haze"!
Back home from school, I saw today's "haze" scene told my father, my father recalled: "I was a child no haze, do not know what is called haze. At that time, the river was as clear as a mirror, groups of fish swim happily in the water, to the summer evening, adults are gathered in the river to wash clothes, the children are in groups of three to five in the river to play water; then the sky is very blue, blue, a variety of birds happy to fly in the sky, a night, the stars, every star as if they are in the smile and winking at us; air is very clean, there is no pollution, people go out to the city. The air was so clean and unpolluted that people didn't wear masks when they went out and rarely got sick. Later, due to the continuous destruction of the environment by human beings, it became what it is now."
Listening to my father's words, I secretly made up my mind: we must protect the forest, protect the environment, do not throw garbage, do not spit, start from me, only in this way, the haze will be far away from us, and our river, the sky, the air will become as clear as it was before, so blue and fresh, and there will be a lot of animals back to be our companions.
Description of fog essay 6Fog, an uncommon sight, is one of the beauties created by nature, and I like the sight of fog more than clouds and wind and so on.
In the morning, as soon as I got up, I pulled open the curtains, a beautiful picture into my eyes --- a white blanket outside the window, and the clear buildings in the distance became blurred, and the tall pines disappeared, and I thought I had not woken up, so I went to bed and continued to sleep, only to be woken up by my mother's I thought I was still awake, so I went to bed and went back to sleep, only to be woken up by my mom's roar. I realized that the white blanket was fog. I washed my face and brushed my teeth as fast as I could to eat breakfast, then went to knock on the door of my big mom's house to remind them to leave quickly, and finally ran downstairs with gusto.
Early in the morning it was not too bright, and with the fog, it was even more out of reach. So magical is trying to catch a handful to leave as a treasure. I raised my hand, to a fog thick place to grab, fog is like air, but different from air, visible, but can not catch. The fog was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, look! The budding flowers in the fog girl's dress, appearing if anything, sometimes hidden, the leaves are also well dressed, green leaves next to the thick fog, let it have a share of the clouds and fog, the feeling of floating, used things are with the fog and fade to make people can not see, I think the fog girl practiced invisibility can be really powerful ah! When to find her to learn it?
The car to see the fog scene and the ground to see the fog is different, on the ground things can not be seen, and in the car visibility is not high, but can also see a rough, the car lights flashing dark and light, like Li Bai poem written "do not know the true face of Mount Lushan, only to be in this mountain"!
The beauty of the fog can be a lot, each of which makes me remember, really admire the nature's ingenious work from the heart!
It's been a long time since I've seen a fog, and the foggy scenery has not been seen for a long time, and the feeling of being in the fog is almost forgotten.
That day, out of the door, sleepy eyes, I suddenly had a familiar feeling: fog, came. Everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in a layer of misty veil. Walking on the road, the branches of the tree hanging crystal clear (Linglong) water beads, snapping, has not fallen off the light, the remaining few pearls are still hanging there, shyly, shaking. Mist shrouded in those flowers, like a thin lace dress to the angel, so that the angel more beautiful, but also more mysterious ...... Large leaves on the few fond of the little pearl is not want to go, because there are new small partners to join, they happily slide around, there are a few also naughty dance it! Tick-tock, so lovely.
fog, light, thin, soft ...... This is a fairy tale castle only realm! Everything has changed for the better. The skyscrapers do not appear cold and scary, they are hazy, lovely. I don't know which naughty kid drew a cute smiley face on the car window! Inadvertently glanced at the small flowers hidden in the fog, they seem to have taken a bath, as bright and colorful. My ears can't help but recall Park Shu's slightly sad those flowers: they are old, where are they ah, we are like this, each run to the end of the world ....... I seem to have returned to the old world, sycamore tree leaves underfoot, the time slowly flowed through the eyes.
Fog, a person, several people; a world, several worlds.
Description of the fog essay 8
In the morning, I walked out of the house, ah! What a big fog ah.
The fog enveloped the whole world tightly. People seem to be lifted up the body, hanging in mid-air, as into the fairyland in general, resulting in a variety of mysterious feelings. Aunt and uncle to work to and fro, can only hear people's voices, footsteps and pleasant car bells, close to see people's faces; you take a closer look, you will laugh, pedestrians hair, eyebrows, beard are hanging crystal water droplets, the look is very interesting. Fog a moment scattered, a moment to gather, a moment slowly rising, a moment to roll forward. It's so unpredictable, I'm afraid that even the most talented artists can't draw it.
Fog, not as spectacular as the snow, not as lingering as the rain, but gentle as a loving mother. She gently touched our cheeks, giving us a wet and cool feeling, invigorating. Fog, never dress themselves up, there is no flower, a line, there is no trace of fragrance, but with their own milky white color diffuse between heaven and earth, so that people feel boundless and boundless majesty. I suddenly felt that I was also a fog, is with the partners together in the air floating around, I suddenly feel that a group of fog like a group of children, playing on the ground.
A short while later, the fog slowly faded, thin, like a veil in the morning breeze. The sun showed its smiling face. It looks sleepy and silly in the mist.
Ah, morning mist, I love you! I love you for your mysterious beauty and your unassuming elegance!
Description of the fog essay 9Just this evening, the fog came quietly. I stood on the balcony, but my thoughts had already flown elsewhere.
The world turned white, and the surrounding scenery has disappeared without a trace, presenting a quiet, peaceful. The fog seemed to have a unique attraction that kept drawing me in. It was as if I was standing in this white world, and some strange thoughts entered my mind, perhaps I would see floating flying fish in the sky, perhaps I would see vegetables walking independently, or perhaps I could see the sparkling and incomparable starry night sky, just out of my reach, and in this white world, my imagination of taking the sky was given a huge boost.
The fog here is not like the fog in Dalian, the fog in Dalian is more white than here, more pure, only in that kind of fog, you can experience the realm of no worries.
Fog said to come, said to go, very free, no one to limit it, and can not limit it, it must not have been like a bird in a cage over. We are also the same, some people do things only three minutes of enthusiasm, only to do a while to lose interest. But the fog is not the same, it is a short time, but it will never disappear, although it will dissipate, but it sooner or later back again.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and some of the lights around it have disappeared, leaving me standing on the balcony, admiring the white beauty.
I love fog, it allows me to forget my troubles for a short time and have a little rest, I love fog!
Description of the fog essay 10Early in the morning, pull open the curtains, "How is today another foggy day!" I put on my coat, scarf, mask, buckle top hat, and wear a pair of gloves, fully armed out of the house.
Just walk a few 歨, a turn back, the cell building almost disappeared in the haze! A quiet neighborhood, the buildings are hidden, the windows out of the dim lights make people feel cold instead, the trees can only vaguely see a bit of black shadow, people seem to be invisible, suddenly floated down in front of your eyes, before you see clearly and disappeared, heaven and earth as if by a kind of inexplicable fairy shrouded, I couldn't help but sigh: "Xi'an Ancient City is just like a The city of Xi'an is like a fairyland.
Walking out of the neighborhood, people on the street like a date, are wearing gas masks like masks, revealing only a pair of depressed eyes. It didn't take me long to feel uncomfortable, because the mask is too tightly sealed, and the breath that comes out of the mouth turns into water droplets and falls on my cheeks, which are cold and icy, and my breathing becomes rapid. I pulled off the mask, I feel a little more comfortable nose, but soon felt as if there are millions of ants crawling in the throat, itchy and dry, I rushed to fasten the mask again.
Finally arrived at the school, I could not wait to take off the mask. However, in the face of the haze so insidious killer, this whole day everyone did not dare to go out of the classroom. You see, the morning recess was canceled, the afternoon physical education class was suspended, the recess everyone can only look at the haze sigh!
Haze haze, don't bury my sunshine, don't bury my happiness! Please go quickly, quickly from the ancient city of Xi'an completely disappeared it, return me a blue sky!
Description of the fog essay 11Autumn fog fade, gloomy days floating up a little rain, the raindrops fell on my eyelashes, point on the tip of my nose, suddenly feel a touch of coolness, the street blurred in front of my eyes, the street lamps point of light in front of my eyes flashing, bright and dark, as if the stars, pattering rain in my ears, like who is playing a little song, the song ended, the plants baptized by the rain more The rain washed the plants more vibrant, as if the newborn general, and residual in the plants on the raindrops are along the grain of the leaves quietly flow down.
At this time, `I have been soaked to the skin, the wind kindly seemed to blow over, the autumn wind is really cool, like silk slipped through the smooth, I walked slowly on the street, enjoying this unique autumn charm, occasionally fall a wet leaf beside me, I have no time to look again, because I found a dream-like picturesque scenery: in front of the two sides of the street and the two sides of the trees, like the road to heaven, and some wet leaves on the road for you. The road is also accompanied by some wet leaves, isn't it wonderful?
Occasionally, a few cars drove by, and the wind driven by the mixed water swept up the wet leaves on the ground, as if the butterflies were dancing, and the leaves flipped, and as if the stars were blinking their eyes, clear and bright. I realized that it was getting late, so I accelerated my pace, suddenly, I don't know what I stepped on under my feet, so I almost slipped, looked down, it was upturned tiles, and my feet were splashed with some sewage! It's okay, these sewage as a unique gift to me in the fall.
Almost home, the original eager mood at this moment changed, I stayed up just to see the incomparable beauty of things, but also, such a view and then see it is also difficult to it, and then look back and turn to go home ......
Description of the fog essay 12Today is Monday. Since last night I have been looking forward to it, looking forward to it, looking forward to today to come quickly, because today the school organizes us to go to the Globe Theatre to see the play, which is my favorite.
In the morning, I got up early. The weather is not good ah, I looked out the window, ah, today's fog can be really big ah! Surprisingly, I saw the square downstairs, a foggy piece, can not see anything ah!
I quickly washed my face, ate dinner, and went downstairs to find my classmate Zhu Xingyu. I shouted half a day in front of Zhu Xingyu's house, Zhu did not come up. Just about to go, I saw Zhu Xingyu sitting on his dad's electric motorcycle out of the fog. "Today is a vacation, because the fog is too big!" Zhu Xingyu said. The fog is too big for a school vacation! I looked again, this fog is really big! You can't see anything from a meter away.
In the afternoon, I found that the fog gradually dissipated a little bit, but still can not see the wind much farther. In the evening I went downstairs with my dad and the fog came back. Street lamps on the street in the fog with hair, emitting a blinding yellow light, like in a fret, soon hid in the fog to go; the road car slowly creeping, out of the fog, and quickly into the fog to go; the street walking uncles, aunts, young students, children are with colorful masks ......
"Go home and take the subway, the fog is too big, too much traffic in the car, not safe!" Dad to mom on the phone.
The TV said it was hazy weather, caused by serious pollution of the atmosphere, very harmful to us humans, scientists are trying to find ways to change them. Ah, I hope tomorrow will not be such a foggy day, it is a nice big sunny day. I also hope that I grow up fast and go to be the scientist who makes the weather sunny too.
Describing Fog Essay 13Fog is not as spectacular as a heavy snowfall or a lingering drizzle, but it is very gentle.
The fog is a masterful magician, it turns the oasis into a boundless ocean; the fog is a naughty little doll, secretly hiding the sun's sharp sword-like rays; the fog rises up all around like a dream that floats in, hazy and drifting.
Fog in the breeze blowing around, like the snowy peaks of the icebergs, like Penglai fairyland, such as mirage, so that people feel floating. Milky white fog, is so deep, so thick, like flowing syrup, so that people immersed in it.
Fog to the passing pedestrians to a clever masquerade, the forehead of the black hair dyed into a strand of silver, up and down the eyelashes are full of small crystal flowers, you close your eyes a little while and then open, you feel the eyes wet with a touch of coolness, straight to the bottom of the heart, comfortable. How charming fog, I reached out to touch it, but it is mischievous fly, fly to my face, jump to my hair, lying on my shoulder. Walking in the fog, as if entering the fairyland, can not distinguish where is the sky, where is the ground, only see a white blanket, can not find a familiar background in the past.
After a while, the fog is small, the earth took off the thick velvet dress, put on a light veil. Some of the branches and leaves of the big trees have shyly from the fog to reveal the graceful figure, seems to be in the sky to greet the faint white clouds. The soft light also sprinkled down from the air, all of which constitute a peaceful and elegant watercolor painting.
As I was reveling in the beauty of nature, the sun, the brilliant painter, flicked his brush again, and in an instant, I was in a bright and clear world!
Description of the fog essay 14Fog, such as a light veil, like a ribbon. If you walk on a foggy morning, how poetic it is! White, gently ...... in a sunless morning, I pulled open the curtains, see outside the window thing white, beautiful and poetic. I quickly walked down the stairs to nature to feel this rare weather.
The fog was like a light veil, with a milky white color, which seemed to be able to be lifted up by reaching out; it was also like a snow-white ribbon, spotless, gently dancing in the air. Everything in heaven and earth is covered with milky white color, silver, beautiful and charming.
Just when I was intoxicated in this dream-like wonderland, the fog gradually faded, but did not therefore wipe out its luster. This time the fog is thin, light. It enveloped the earth, giving mother earth a layer of light veil. Everything was still a little blurry, like a reflection in the river. I waved my hand in the air, only to feel countless small beads of water rolling in my hand, moisturizing my heart.
Gradually, the fog dispersed, the sun came out, the thin veil of fog shining golden, like a silk set with many stars. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. A breeze blew through the fog through the branches, through the fields, through the white clouds ...... mist is getting fainter and fainter, like a naughty child ran to the sky sister's embrace. At this time, the fog, wearing a white gown studded with dots of gold, dancing gently in the air, with the breeze gradually away ...... I love the poetic foggy days, and more love the gentle and pure fog.
Description of fog essay 15She is just so charming and magical.
In the mountains back and forth through, and yarn general soft mountain fog, looks a little cool, smell a hint of fragrance. She is like the magical evening sunset between heaven and earth, the rainbow glittering on the dewdrops.
She is a smiling fan, it is really "pink face with spring Wei not show, Dan lips did not open the smile first heard" ah. She always has a cluster of green wherever she brushes.
The sky seems to be joking, sparse drifting a rain, decorated with a layer of white hair of the bamboo leaves immediately green and eye-catching.
The water mist in the mountains, there must be a fragrance. The umbrella in the bamboo forest through and through, brush sound. The rain slides down the umbrella cover, but can not break the thick milk-colored mountain fog, just "bar" a crunch, dripping on the ground covered with dead leaves.
The mountain fog, there is a kind of indescribable magic. She is as slippery as a swimmer, you can not embrace her, only to feel her brush your cheek. She is a sweet spring, so people always want to go to "drink" her.
The pink azaleas you see in the sunny days, not as thick as the fog wrapped around the mountain azaleas, in the hazy turquoise, there is a vaguely pink, subtle is also a kind of beauty.
Under the blue sky, a protruding mountain was masked not green, but dark green in favor of a little flower white. In this kind of deep scenery, even the birds have stopped crying. All around the quiet panic, only the sound of rain is still lonely echoing.
The leisurely mountain mist still fills the forest, the sound of rain is nicknamed, and this gorgeous color makes all creatures yearn for it, thanks to nature, with her magical hands, shaping it all.