Words:
Weigh, hilly, elegant, magnificent, green and grand, ancient and pristine, looking forward to, clear, symmetrical, solemn, palace, ancient, lush, beautiful, elegant and elegant, peaks and mountains, stately, dignified, beautiful, quiet
Intriguing, majestic, magnificent, skillful, with a long history of ghosts and axes, staggered and magnificent, with a strong wind, red walls and green tiles, famous, famous, and famous all over the world
The weather, the picturesque, magnificent and luscious, with a distinctive flavor, is very vivid, dazzling.
The weather is ancient, colorful, unique, vivid, picturesque, magnificent, luscious, chic, towering, dazzling
Good Sentences:
The sun rises from the place where the sky and water meet, and a few gulls fly over, and there is only a little wave on the surface of the sea, and the sand on the beach is illuminated as a golden one, like a grain of gold.
The Great Wall is far away and hidden in the distance, and this magnificent picture scroll makes me think, I seem to think that our motherland is just like the Great Wall standing on the top of the mountain, a thousand years of eternal existence, mighty and majestic!
The ruins of the Yuanmingyuan, as if crying out their misfortune, recounting the luxury of the year, but also as if accusing the British and French forces of heinous crimes.
The morning of the creek is charming. In the gorgeous morning sunshine, the newly awakened river rubbed its eyes and curiously looked at the fresh things around it.
The Yellow River, like countless dragons twisted together and swirling down, roared and rushed between the two narrow mountains, the snow-white waves rushing up were even higher than the mountains on the bank.
Beautiful brook, you are like a silver glittering ribbon, to the small mountain village set a beautiful lace.
The majestic mountains are overlapping and rolling, like crouching dragons and tigers, and the nearby mountains are a forest of pines and cypresses, lush and green.
Tai Shan is still shrouded in the thick night, can only vaguely see the lofty mountains and the fog surrounding the mountains.
Small Dragon Island lies in the smoky Yellow Sea, with jagged mountain rocks for scales and barren grass for feathers, it really looks like a small dragon.
The desert is flat and sprawling, spreading all the way to the sky, and at the place where heaven and earth meet, there are sand dunes that undulate in a jagged shape.
Growing Up
Good Words:
Childhood Ghostly Frolic Savage Flexible Unforgettable Infantile Memory Profound Naughty Mischief Gambling Witty Trickster Teasing Nervous Fun Dreaming Knowing Glorious Courtesy Difficult Lonely Criticism Cowardly Aggrieved Unveiled Dangerous Healthy Tears Tearful Backgrinding
Sporting Encouraging Delighted Painful Sweet Fortunate Luckily Cheerful Happy Satisfied
Naughty Mischievous Dumbfounded I quietly took one of my mom's earrings out of the drawer and buried it in a pot, watered it, and hoped that it would grow into a pot of "earrings and gold flowers".
I got discouraged and sat down on my butt, thinking, "Well, don't bugs just eat leaves? I can't find you, so I'll cut the leaves one by one for you, see what you still eat? Besides, isn't it better to cut the old leaves and grow new ones?"
Households put up Spring Festival couplets, wrapped dumplings, watched the "Spring Festival Gala" and talked about fun.
I put the knife up high and aimed at the potato's "head", but the potato like a naughty doll, rolled to the side, causing me to cut off a green onion on the plate.
When I saw the kitten's whiskers, my eyes lit up, and I found a razor, caught the kitten, and began to shave the kitten's whiskers.
Gradually, my blog and I have feelings, it is like my home, records my growth, records my thoughts, but also loaded with my heart ......
When the host called my name, I was nervous, apprehensively up to the speaker's podium, the original backward self-introduction to talk about the I was so nervous that I went up to the speaker's booth and made the introductions that I had learned by heart sound like goosebumps; the talent show was stiff and dull and very bad.
When the day "housekeeper mother", so I y appreciate the mother is very difficult, I want to be a mother to listen to the child.
Look, they listened to my once "brilliant results", with a chicken pecking like a succession of nodding, but also from time to time bitter smile a few times, probably because they feel that they are standing in front of me this "giant" a little bit of disgrace!
I put the plastic tubes in my ears and put the bottle cap on my chest, and I heard the sound of "dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong".
Good prose
1. What is a friend? A friend is a guitar on a happy day, playing the pleasures of life for you; a friend is a spring breeze on a sad day, gently brushing away the sad clouds in your heart. Friends are a good teacher on the road to success, enthusiastically lead you to the sunshine of the zone; friends are failing in the bitterness of a bright light, quietly for you to drive away the haze of the mind.
2, a seed, can be noiselessly rotting away in the soil, can also grow into a big tree in the sky. A piece of uranium block, can be mediocre in the stone to sleep on, can also produce the power of the earth-shattering. A person can muddle along in the world, or he can let his life shine brightly.
3, youth is a song, she strummed our young heart strings; youth is a fire, she ignited our boiling blood; youth is a flag, she called us bravely forward; youth is a textbook, she enlightened our wisdom and heart.
4. If life is a beautiful piece of music, then pain is an indispensable note. If life is an endless sea, then frustration is one of the sudden waves. If life is a blue sky, then disillusionment is a floating white cloud in the sky.
5, mother's love is a song of life: blame is the bass, care is the treble, hanging thoughts is the main theme of mother's love. Feelings are a part of life: affection is the preface, friendship is the catalog, love, hate, love, want is the theme of the story of feelings. Friendship is a song of life: sincerity is the word, trust is the song, understanding, respect is the main theme of friendship. Youth is a song of life: success is the word, hard work is the song, never slack off is the main theme of youth. The sea is a dictionary of water: the waves are the initials, the sound of the waves is the sequence of sounds, and the fish, shrimp and seagulls are the words of the sea.
6, there is no sunset like magnificence, there is no flowing clouds like floating, but there can be crystal-like purity and transparency. There is no mountain-like lofty, no lake-like gentle, but there can be rock-like perseverance and stability. There is no ocean-like vastness, no waterfall-like cascade, but there can be earthy simplicity and ease.
7, books are like a ladder, it can guide us to the hall of knowledge. Books as a key, it can help us open the window of wisdom of the soul.
8, time is like a ruler, it can measure the process of the struggler to move forward. Time as a balance, it can weigh the weight of the results of the struggle. Time is like a whip, it can whip us to catch up with the goal of life. Time is like a war drum, it can inspire us to speed up the pace of progress.
9, the brook is brave, it is not afraid of the mountain peaks and mountains of the barrier, not afraid of the rugged road under the feet, the courage to go forward. The tree is strong, it is not afraid of the stormy blow, not afraid of the torment of the cold and heat, standing head high. The lighthouse is fearless, it is not afraid of the boundless darkness of the surroundings, not afraid of years and years of loneliness, eternal light.
10, people need to bless, need to be happy, need to think about. If a drop of water represents a blessing, I send you an East China Sea; if a star represents a happiness, I send you a Milky Way; if a tree represents a strand of thoughts, I send you a forest.
11, if life is a grass, I would like to offer a little green for the spring; if life is a tree, I would like to spread a green shade (shade) for the earth (summer), if life is a flower, I would like to offer a fragrance for the world; if life is a fruit, I would like to leave a trace of sweetness on earth.
12. You can't change your face, but you can show your smile. You can't control the weather, but you can change your mood. You can't predict tomorrow, but you can grasp today. You can't do everything right, but you can do your best in everything.
13, the book is the key, can open the door of wisdom. The book is a ladder to help people climb the ideal peak. The book is a good medicine, can cure the disease of ignorance. Book is milk, feeding people grow. The book is your best companion, and you **** a good time.
14, nature can give us a lot of revelation: ripe ears of rice with their heads down, that is in the revelation that we have to be modest; a group of ants to carry away the bones, that is in the revelation that we have to work together; the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, that is in the revelation of the ideal of the struggle.
15, the sun is speechless, but radiates light, mountains are speechless, but embodies the lofty; blue sky is speechless, but reveals the lofty; the earth is speechless, but demonstrates the vastness; flowers are speechless, but exudes fragrance; youth is speechless, but exudes vigor.
16. Without ideals, life is like a desert, no life; without ideals, life is like night, no light; without ideals, life is like a maze, no direction.
17, life needs the call of the ideal. When you are lazy, it calls you to be diligent; when you are lethargic, it calls you; when you are arrogant, it calls you to be sober and humble (modest, humble); when you are reckless, it calls you to be cautious (careful); when you fall down, it calls you to stand up (stand).
18, appreciation is not a one-way alms, is the wisdom and wisdom of the active collision; appreciation is not an ulterior motive of cheap compliments, is a relative value of the fair recognition; appreciation is not a flattering full of despicable flattery, but rather the inherent charm of the things of sincerity.
19, maybe you can't have a deep blue sky, but you can do the white clouds; maybe you can't have a vast sea, but you can do the stream, maybe you can't have a vast grassland, but you can do the oasis of persistence. As long as you are full of confidence, you will feel the meaning of life.
20, seed, if afraid of burying, it can never germinate. Flowers, if you are afraid of withering, then it can never open. Ore, if you are afraid of burning (furnace), then it can never become steel (refined into gold). If a candle is afraid of going out (burning), it can never shine. If a ship is afraid of the wind and waves, it will never reach the other shore.
Good Sentences
01, please retain a simple, so that you have a more friendly with others, less cold and numb mind; please retain a simple, so that you have more of the joy of life, less of the spirit of the aging tired; please retain a simple, so that you have more of the power of advancement, less of some of the pretense to see through the red dust.
02, success is the red rose you dream of, frustration is that all around the needle thorns. Happy is the fruit of your hard work, sadness is that ripe before the grain.
03, the sky sheltered every cloud, regardless of its beauty, so the sky is wide. The earth embraces every inch of land, regardless of its wealth, so the earth is vast. The ocean accepts every river, regardless of its size, so the ocean is vast.
04, when Jane Eyre said: "we are equal, I'm not an emotionless machine", I know as a woman's self-esteem; when Pedrofi said: "if for freedom, both can be thrown", I know as a person's value; when Lu Xun said: "If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence", I know that people should have the spirit of resistance; when Branning said: "Take away love, the world will become a tomb", I know the importance of dedicating love to others.
05, the building stands tall, because there are strong pillars, ideals and faith is the pillar of the building of life; sailing ship breaking the waves, because there is a compass to indicate the direction of the compass, ideals and faith is the life of the ship's compass; train Mercedes-Benz thousands of miles, because there are guiding it on the railroad tracks, ideals and beliefs is the train of the life of the railroad tracks.
06, what is happiness? Happiness is the orchard farmers looking at the pressure of the branches full of fruit full of joy, happiness is the classroom students looking forward to the future of the moving face, happiness is the laboratory scientists and new discoveries stretching eyebrows, happiness is the podium athletes looking up at the flag rising when the glistening tears. Happiness is the crystallization of struggle, the monument of hard work.
07, did not experience the hardship of bumpy mud, which can know the precious sunshine Avenue; did not experience the wind and snow of the night, which can appreciate the wind and sunshine of the lovely; did not experience the test of frustration and trials and tribulations, how to experience the joy of victory and success. Frustration, want to say hate you not easy ......
08, happiness, all the time around you. If you take the rice bowl from your mother's hands, the heart of the warmth, that is happiness; if you read a letter from a friend under the lamp, taste of friendship, that is happiness; if you sit alone in a corner, quietly listening to the song, gazing at the reverie, that is happiness.
09, some people say, happiness is a star hotel in the delicacies between the gaggle; some people say, happiness is a high-grade stage hall in the melody of the dance; some people say, happiness is the end of the seat of the Audi, BMW car in the flow of people like a tide of the street flaunted; some people say, happiness is to stay in the secret room counting stacks of hundred-dollar bills; however, I would like to say: to have these, is not necessarily the true possession of the! I'd like to say, however, that having all of this does not necessarily mean that you really have happiness!
10, far away from the birds, eternal attachment is the old forest; drifting boat, always in mind is the harbor; travelers, whether it is a rush to return to the night is away from home, the heart of the inextricable strands, always thinking of the place, or home.
11, what is happiness? Is the success, admired? Is it quiet and leisurely, unattached? Is it full of friends, children and grandchildren around the knees? I say: happiness is .......
12, life is like a mountain, the important thing is not its height, but in the spirit of the show; life is like a rain, the important thing is not its size, but in time.
13, to be loaded into a cup of new springs, you have to pour out the existing stale water; to get a rose, you have to give up the hands of the rose; to have a unique experience, you have to be more than a traumatized mind.
14, "pointing to the mountains, exciting words" is a kind of magnificent dash, "born to be useful" is a kind of self-confidence dash, "fishing alone in the cold rivers and snow" is a kind of The "I'm a good person" is a kind of self-confidence, "fishing alone in the cold river snow" is a kind of high and pure dash, "not broken Lou Lan will not return" is a kind of sad dash.
15, the wind from the water, leaving sparkling ripples; sunlight from the clouds through, leaving silk warmth; years from the woods, leaving circles of years, friends, we walked from the stage of the times, leaving what?
16. I hope the sea is calm, but there are often winds and waves. I hope that the river is a river, but there are often whirlpools and rapids, and I hope that life is full of happiness, but there are often sadness and sorrow.
17. When the river dries up in winter, I believe that the spring water will come again, and then the white sail will be the idol of my heart; when the leaves wither in the wind, I believe that the dream in the soil will blossom and bear fruit in the branches.
18, the angel's wings broken, fell to earth, into our sorrow; integrity of the bag thrown, scattered to the world, into Satan's wand.
19, there is no rouge that can smear time, there is no costume that can hide the soul, there is no set of ancient books that can decorate the emptiness.
(Ba Jin "home")
Moonlight such as silver, nowhere can not be illuminated, bamboo groves on the mountain in the moonlight into a black. The sound of insects in the bushes around me is as dense as falling rain. Occasionally do not know from where, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "fall fall fall fall hush" warble its throat, soon, this little bird seems to understand that this is the middle of the night, should not be so noisy, it is still closed that little eye sleep.
(Shen Congwen, "Border Town")
He leaned against the screen window and looked out. The sky was full of stars, dense and busy, they were silent, and it seemed that the sky was only lively. A comb of the moon is like a description of a girl who has not yet grown up, but see people are no longer shy, the brightness and outline are fresh and exposed, gradually can be set against the night scene. The small insects in the grassy area of the garden are talking trivially at night. I don't know where the frogs are working in unison, like a wave of sound boiled by the fire. A few stars of fireflies swim to and fro, not like flying, like floating in the thick air, the moonlight is not in the dark, a bit of fireflies suddenly bright, like a summer night of a small green eyes.
(Qian Zhongshu, "Siege")
The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, with the full moon reflected on the surface. A few street lamps by the trees near the pool, the round light reflected in the water, like a small moon around the moon in the pool. One piece of bloated white clouds moved slowly across the surface of the pool, as if they were a group of old women, bending their backs, straining step by step to pass in front of the moon, trying to cover it up, but the moon poured its bright light through the gaps in the clouds. One white cloud joined with another like a wide irregular band, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved past and faded into the distance. The sky was crystal clear and the moon appeared bright.
(Zhou Zhou's Shanghai Morning)
The night in the north at the end of May is the most refreshing and beautiful time. The sky was as if it had been scrubbed, without a trace of cloud, blue and clear, high and far away. A round moon, from the east of the mountain beams climbed out, like a big lantern, the valley of a strange stone densely illuminated, the branches of the trees, the shadow of young grass projected on the path, flowers, dots, leisurely and swinging. The lodging birds are chirping on the branches, the little insects are jumping in the grass trees, the spring seedlings are pulling up the stalks and growing in the terraced fields; and there are thousands of lives rejoicing in the mountains and fields.......
(Hao Ran's "The Day of the Rising Sun")
The moonlight sprinkles this garden, and the woods, far away, are loaded with silvery light on their tops, and the forests are baked with thick black shadows, and the silence and solemnity are pressed there. Silence and solemnity pressed there. The spray of the fountain, the microwaves in the pool, all reflecting the bright moonlight, rippled there, and the green grass at her feet and the flowers and grass near her were also covered with moonlight, soft and silent in the trampling by her.
(Yu Dafu, "Autumn River")
The moon is coming out. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon one feels it rising from the dark abyss. A faint light rimmed the tops of the trees that surrounded the high slopes, as if they were the rims of goblets, and the sidelights of these tree peaks reflected in the shimmering light appeared deeper and darker by the minute than by the minute.
(Farrowman?). Roland: "Mother and Child")
The mist lifted, and the silvery moonlight, like a widow's mourning dress in its own dazzling splendor, covered the broad sandy beach. There was not a single boat on the river, not even a microwave in sight, and in the heart of the river, on the banks, there was a quietness that was like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering sick.
(India Tagore: "Shipwrecked")
After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared, and the top of the Gorge, a blue sky, floating a few small pieces of golden clouds, a note of sunlight like lightning fell on the left cliffs. On the right side of the peak of a white cloud like white silver sheet like bright, but the sun has not yet descended. At this time, far ahead, countless layers of mountains above the misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist. You see, the reddish purple peaks, set off by this fog, really beautiful. It is like the glitter of red jewels reflecting upwards from the deep valley, which makes people seem to enter the realm of myth. At this time, you look towards the river, is also colorful: two sides of the giant rock, reflections such as ink; the middle of the zigzag, but like a glittering road, above the swinging fine waves of light; near the mountains, it is turquoise as emerald. Minute by minute, the red mist in front of the more red and brighter. Boat more and more close, gradually see a peak pavilion standing in the red fog, gradually see that the red fog is millions of strong sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this piece of clear golden sunrise.
Liu Baiyu, "Three Days on the Yangtze River"
The fog that separates the people from me is the fog in the sky. The high buildings, the watery vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything was gone, and even the arm that swung out when I was walking disappeared into the mist.
Jin Yi, "The Fog"
Outside the house, the morning fog, which was so thick that no one could be seen from the opposite side of the house, had already subsided and become lighter. In the slowly gaining sunlight, white spots of fog tossed and drifted in bursts, as if rustling. The fence, the mound, the wall, all in the fog showed a blurred image.
Wang Xiyan, "Spring Returns to Warm the Ground"
The mist
is like a light veil, like smoke and arrays, and like clouds; it hangs on the trees, wraps around the ridges of the houses, roams along the mountain paths, and hides itself in the grass. A moment like the rushing tide of the sea, a moment like white gulls in flight. The cloudy smoke gusts, floats away and floats, and everything becomes hazy. In a moment, the milky white mist, turned into tiny drops of water. Sprinkled on the road, sprinkled in the bushes, sprinkled on the face of the head. Gently, greasy, a little moist. People inhale the smell of wild chrysanthemums and feel slightly drunk.
Qiu Zhijie's "Misty Veil Fugue"
Morning Fog
The night fog slowly faded, the color turned white, like a flowing transparent body, and the east turned white. The floating gauze-like mist covered Cao Yang New Village, the village's buildings and trees, if any. It is not possible to see the buildings and trees as a whole; it is not possible to say that it is not there, but where the mist opens up, the outlines of the buildings and trees are hidden, and with the thickness of the mist, it is changing, as if it were a mirage.
Zhou Zu "Shanghai Morning"
I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, the fog rolled in from the upper reaches like cotton balls; it climbed up the riverbank, crossed the trees, and flooded away to both sides ...... The fog stuffed the shed, and stained the face wet and slippery; none of us could see anyone's face.
Ye Weilin, "On the River Without a Navigational Marker"
One foggy morning, I came to the embankment. The mountains and the lake had disappeared, and there was only an impenetrable, milky-white chaos before me. The sound of the fog came from far and near, and the pleasant sound of the birds. There was a vague dot in the white void, and then the outline of a boat gradually appeared. It was one of the earliest yachts of the day.
Yu Min, "Scenes from West Lake"
Early in the morning, the fog was thick. In accordance with the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk along the lakeshore. I could only hear the birds singing in my ears, but I couldn't see their delicate figures. A group of slightly chilly fog from time to time on the face, swept by the body. Usually the street lamps equipped with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs, today seems so dull and weak, flickering in the tossing and winding fog. It was as if I was walking into a fairy tale world.
Ping Zhang, "Morning Fog at Mirror Lake"
Night Fog
On one occasion when I was walking back to Songxue Building from the Ski Club, I suddenly realized that there was a layer of fog on the road, which thickened and dispersed all at once, and it was really a marvelous experience, as if I had walked into a fog tent, and I felt it flowing from the side of my hair and from the side of my ears, and from the middle of my fingers. The sound of the pine waves on both sides of the sound can not be heard, light boat a turn, has passed ten thousand mountains, look back and then look again, can not see the fog has come, can not see the fog has been in this station.
Lin Ching-hsien, "Impressions of Acacia Mountain"
Spring Mist
In early April, when the cherry blossoms, a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds, and the garden, like a woman, is being groomed for the summer festival. When one looks out from the trellis, one sees the river zigzagging and flowing carelessly across the meadow. The mist of dusk, floating through the midst of the withered poplars, seemed to hang on the branches as if it were a fine veil, but it was whiter and more transparent than the fine veil, and was so cloudy that it sketched the outlines of the poplars in a cordial color.
(French) Flaubert, Madame Bovary
Summer Mist
Summer nights are short, and dawn comes early. Before the sun rises, the forests, the rings of mountains, and the small flat rivers surrounded by them, are all hidden in a thick, stagnant fog. Only the top of the forest appeared above the fog. As the sun rises, the fainter and fainter color of the fog moves and flows, and disappears without a trace. The contemplative forest, the band-like streams on the flat river all appeared; near and far, all were solemn, layered, thick and light, deep and light green, green, still green.
Zhang Jie, "Children from the Forest"
Autumn Fog
It was only yesterday that it was a sunny day with no clouds, but on that day, the mountains, the sea, and everywhere seemed to be filled with a layer of hot fog, sticky and stained, not very clean. The cicadas are also strange, the more hot, the more love noise, noise people and hot and annoying. The winds of autumn together, look ah: the sky has clouds, clouds are transparent; the mountains and the sea clearly covered with a layer of fog, the fog also seems dry and refreshing.
Yang Shuo, "The Autumn Wind"
Winter Fog
London's winter fog, is it really defending this ancient city in advance? I got up in the morning and carried a roll of blankets, along with a straw mat, to the pile room. Went upstairs feeling cold. With a wooden stick to ruffle the black curtains on the window, outside is a dismal gray fog. Not only is the steeple of Eton Road Church in the back street gone, but even the pear tree in the back garden is only a dark shadow. When I was in a daze, there was a whiff and a jump, and our civet cat sat on the back of the sofa. It timidly glanced at me, shrinking four legs, curled up like a vase with a bulging stomach, and stared into the gray fog. The sound of a car's horn came from the fog, sometimes short, sometimes mellifluous. ......
Xiao Qian, Three London Diaries
White Fog
The morning sun came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky-white vapors were already rising from the river. The Liuxi River, which surrounds the Huluba Dam, has so many misty, transparent white veils! In a flash, it formed a cage of huge white tent, a ten-mile radius of the gourd dam to the tightly covered up. This is the Tuojiang River valley area famous fog.
Zhou Keqin's "Xu Mao and His Daughters"
Blue Mist
The light blue fog rose from under the grass and tea tree stumps. The fresh scent of berry blossoms, plums and hedgehogs mingled with the morning mist, and the whole mountain dock was filled with a warm and cool fragrance; even the blue mist looked like the vapor that evaporates from the brewing of spices.
Xuan Ai's "Biluochun Newsletter"
Gray Mist
The grayish-white mist rose upward from the rocky valley, while the dark clouds that pressed down on the top of the mountain became lower and lower. In a moment, the peaks were hidden, the road was impossible to see, and it was dark all around.
Junqing "Mountain Eagle"
Cold Fog
A white cold fog, shrouded the high red brick wall of the arsenal and the big road outside the brick wall, shrouded the vast airfield at the aviation place opposite to the arsenal; encircled the figure of the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. ...... This thick cold fog, from the morning factory high chimneys next to the release to urge the workers to go to work whistle, foot traffic, people, traffic sound and miscellaneous footsteps, pouring into the gate of the arsenal, began to like a thick smoke like a thick smoke spread down, now it is almost to the small evening, it has not the slightest intention of dissipation. The sun had just shown its round face with a halo of light from a gap in the chaotic, frozen clouds, but it soon disappeared. The sky was filled with clear snow like broken jade, and the sharp cold air poked at people's skin, so that the exposed ears, cheeks, fingertips, and the tips of the toes in the worn-out cotton shoes were all frozen and painful like a cat's bite. "What a cold Laxi, Laxi, frozen off the jaws of nine cold days which!" ......
Cai Tianxin, "The Storm of the Hun River"
Dusky Fog
The valleys were all filled with a long, dusky fog, which crept up the mountain alone, as if it were an evil spirit seeking a resting place and could not find it. Sticky wet and cold cold fog slowly drifting, apparently visible, waves ebb and flow, chasing each other, as if the waves on the treacherous sea. The density of the fog closed off the lights of the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog's own bottom convulsions within a few yards; the foul breath of the tired horses mingled with the fog as if it had been caused by them.
(English) Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
The fog
The drizzle that had turned into a thick mist wrapped the landscape fifty feet away in a blurred, dusky shell. There were a few tall buildings that towered above the clouds, and only the highest floors were visible in the fog, with yellowish lights flickering out of the giant eye-like rows of window openings - from a distance, they looked like mirages floating in mid-air, with no hint of their majesty. And this fog is boundless, the car broke through the suffocating tide forward, the glass of the window into a hair glass, is close to the figures have become a halo of the strange; everything has lost the distinctive outline, everything in the blurring of the distortion.
Maodun, "The Midnight"
The sun had set; the fog, white as milk, rose over the river, in the church walls, and in the open spaces around the factory. By this time darkness was falling fast, and already lamps were flickering below the slope, and it looked as if the fog covered a bottomless abyss ......