Everything in this soft net, whether it is grass or trees, is not as realistic as during the day. Everything has a vague and illusory color, and everything hides its details, guarding its secrets and letting people have it.
Fantastic feeling.
(Ba Jin's "Home")
Moonlight is like silver, everywhere, and bamboo rafts on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. Insects in the grass around us are as dense as rain. Occasionally, from somewhere, a grasshopper will suddenly "fall down" and hiss at its throat. Soon, the bird seems to understand that it's midnight and it shouldn't be so noisy, so he still sleeps with his eyes closed.
(Shen Congwen's Border Town)
he
Look out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb of the moon is like a girl who hasn't grown up yet, but she is not shy to see people. The light and outline are fresh, carved and can be baked slowly.
Set off the night scene. Insects in the small garden grass talk in trivial ways at night. I don't know where the frogs, Qi Xin and Qi Xin, call together, like the sound of a boiling fire. Several fireflies swam around, not like flying, but like the moon floating in the thick air.
In the dark, a little firefly twinkles like a little green eye on a summer night.
(Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged)
The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface.
A few street lamps beside the tree, round lights reflected in the water, like a small moon, around the moon in the pool. A bloated white cloud slowly drifted across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bent back, one
I trudged in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured out bright light from the clouds. A piece of white clouds and a piece of white clouds are connected together, like the same wide and irregular belt, giving the sky a clear sky.
Split in half. White clouds drifted by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is exceptionally bright.
(Repeating Morning in Shanghai)
The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful.
Good timing. The sky seems to have been brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal clear, high and far away. A full moon climbed out of the ridge in the east, like a big lantern, illuminating a valley full of strange stones.
Tang, the shadows of branches and tender grass are projected on the path, and flowers are swaying. Birds are singing in the branches, bugs are jumping on the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces. There are thousands of lives in Shan Ye.
along with ...
(Haoran's Sunny Days)
Moonlight filled the garden, the distant Woods were covered with silver brilliance, and thick shadows were baked in the Woods, pressing there silently and seriously. The water in the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight and ripple there. The green leaves under her feet and the flowers nearby are covered with moonlight, soft and silent, and trampled by her.
(Autumn River by Yu Dafu)
The moon will come out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it is rising from the dark abyss. The faint light made a lace on the top of the tree around the high slope, like the edge of a goblet. The outline of the tree peak is getting darker and darker in the dusk.
(Falloman? Roland: mother and son)
The mist has dissipated, and the silver moonlight is like a dazzling widow's mourning, covering a vast beach. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. There is peace everywhere on the river bank, which is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.
(Tagore, India: "Shipwreck")
get through
After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. At the top of the canyon, there are several golden clouds floating in the blue sky, and a ray of sunshine falls on the cliff on the left like lightning. On the peak on the right, a white cloud is shining with silver.
But the sun has not come out yet. At this time, in the distance ahead, in countless mountains and misty clouds, a red mist suddenly appeared. You see, the crimson peaks set off the fog. It's really beautiful. Like that deep valley.
Reflecting the flash of red gems upwards, it seems that people have entered the realm of myth. At this time, looking up at the river is also colorful: the boulders on both sides of the strait have reflections like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a flashing road.
Road, there are fine waves; Nearby, the mountains are green. With the passage of time, the red mist in front is getting redder and brighter. As the boat got closer, it became clear that there was a mountain in the red mist.
Gradually see clearly, red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 20, we came to this sunny golden morning.
Liu's Three-Day Tour of the Yangtze River
What separates everyone from me is the fog all over the sky. I am a tall building, and I like water vehicles and crowded pedestrians. Everything no longer exists, even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.
Jin yi de Wu
Outside the house, the morning fog on the opposite side is too thick to see people, and it has faded, faded. In the slowly gained sunshine, the idea of white fog stirs and drifts like a rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show blurred images in the fog.
Wang Xiyan's "Warm Spring"
fog
be just like
Veil, like haze, like clouds; Hanging on the tree, bypassing the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment like a raging tide, the other like a roaring Bai Ou. The smog exploded and everything became hazy.
It's vague. In an instant, this milky light fog turned into small water droplets. Sprinkle it on the road, between trees, on your head and face. It's light, greasy and a little wet. People inhale the smell of this wild chrysanthemum medicine.
I feel a little tipsy.
Qiu Zhijie's ode to fog yarn
morning mist
The night fog slowly fades and turns white, like flowing transparent body, and the East turns white. Floating gauze is very common.
Fog enveloped Cao Yang New Village. If there are buildings and trees in the new village, we can't see the whole picture of those buildings and trees. Say it didn't. Where the fog is clear, the wheels of buildings and trees are faintly exposed.
The outline changes with the fog, like a mirage.
Repeat "Morning in Shanghai"
I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, the fog rolled in from the upstream like a cotton ball. Climb up the river bank, climb up the tree and spread to both sides ... thick fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly.
There is no navigation mark on Yede River.
One foggy morning, I came to the levee. I lost my way in all directions, and the mountains and lakes were gone. There is only opaque milky chaos in front of me. Alas, the sound is far and near, corresponding to the cheerful birds. There was an idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This was the earliest yacht at that time.
Yu Min's West Lake Scenery
In the early morning, there was a dense fog. According to the doctor's instructions, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds of slightly chilly fog swept over my face from time to time. Street lamps with dazzling high-pressure mercury lamps look so dim today, flickering and blurred in the rotating fog. I seem to have entered a fairy tale world.
Zhang Ping's Morning Fog in Jinghu Lake
night mist
have
Once I walked back to Song Xue Building from the ski club and suddenly noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly became thick and dispersed. This is really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, and the fog spontaneously flows out of your ears.
I can feel it when I pass through my finger; Just like sailing in a foggy river, the pine trees on both sides can't stop singing. As soon as the canoe turned a corner, it had already passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog has stayed here.
Lin Qingxuan's impression of He Huan
Blue denim
At the beginning of April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds. Gardens, like women, are elaborately decorated to welcome summer festivals.
Looking out from the open space of the flower shed, you can see the river winding and flowing through the grass carelessly. The fog at dusk floats among withered poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it is whiter, more transparent and more hazy than spun yarn.
Slice, tick the outline of poplar into violet.
Madame Bovary by Flaubert (France)
Summer fog
Summer nights are short and dawn is early. Before the sun rises,
Forests, mountains and small plains surrounded by mountains are hidden in dense fog. Only the top of the forest is exposed to thick fog. As the sun rises, the fog becomes lighter and lighter.
Move, flow, disappear without a trace. The forest in meditation and the stream on the plain are all exposed; Far and near are solemn, clear, thick and light, deep and light green, green.
Color, or green.
Jason's Children from the Forest
Broomes-Deom
Just yesterday, it was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountains and seas were covered with hot fog, sticky, stained and unclean everywhere. Cicadas in the fields are also active. The hotter it gets, the noisier it gets, which makes people hot and annoying. Autumn wind together, look: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent; The mountains and seas are clearly covered with fog, which is also dry.
The bleak autumn wind in Yang Shuo
Winter fog
moral philosophy
Did the winter fog in Dunham really defend this ancient city in advance? When I got up in the morning, I went to the pile house with a roll of blankets and straw mats. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. I poked the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick, and it was a sad fog outside. Not only did I not
With the spire of Eton Road Church in backstreet, even the pear trees in the backyard only vaguely left a shadow. When I was in a daze, our civet cat sat on the back of the sofa sobbing. It gave me a timid look and shrank back.
My legs curled up like a bulging vase, staring at the fog. The horn of the car came from the thick fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ...
Xiao Gan's Three London Diaries
rime
The morning came late, and the stars refused to leave. However, milky white steam has risen from the Ran Ran River. I don't know where there are so many light green transparent white gauze in Liuxi River around Huluba! In an instant, a huge white curtain cage was formed, which completely covered a gourd dam in Fiona Fang. This is the fog in the famous Tuojiang River basin.
Zhou Keqin's Xu Mao and His Daughters
Blue mist
Pale blue mist rises from the grass, under the tea tree pier. The fragrance of lotus, plum and bitter orange is mixed in the morning fog, and the whole mountain dock is warm and cool. Even the blue mist is like steam evaporated when brewing essence.
Ai Xuan's "Biluochun News"
Gray fog
Gray fog rises from the rocky valley of Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain become deeper and deeper. After a while, the mountain disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around.
Jun Qing's Mountain Shadow
Cold fog
one
A white cold fog hangs over the high red brick wall and the main road outside the brick wall of the arsenal, and hangs over the vast airport of the Ministry of Aviation opposite the arsenal; Surrounded by the figure of the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. .................................................................................................................................................................
In the early morning, the whistle, bicycle flow, people flow, traffic flow and miscellaneous footsteps urging workers to go to work are released from the high chimney of the factory. When they rushed into the door of the armory, they began to land like smoke. now
It's almost noon, and it doesn't mean anything to dissipate. The sun just showed a round face with a halo from the chaotic and frozen clouds and soon disappeared. There is fine snow like broken jade in the sky, and there is a biting chill.
People's skin, exposed ears, cheeks, fingers, and toes in worn-out cotton shoes all hurt like a cat. "It's so cold, Laba, my frozen chin is cold!" ……
Cai Tianxin's Hunhe Storm
fog
each
In the valley, there is a long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit, looking for a place to rest, but can't get it. The sticky fog drifted in slowly, clearly visible, undulating and chasing each other, as if
The waves and fog density on the dangerous sea turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen for a few yards except the fog itself; The polluted air exhaled by tired horses is mixed in the fog, as if they were all emitted.
Caused by ...
Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities
thick fog
The rain in Mao Mao turned into a dense fog, wrapping the scenery fifty feet away in a light shell. There are several tall buildings towering into the sky.
Only the highest floor appeared in the fog, and yellow lights flashed in rows of windows, like a pair of huge eyes. From a distance, it looks like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic atmosphere. The fog is boundless.
Endless, the car broke through the suffocating moisture, the window glass turned into frosted glass, and even people close at hand became dizzy and weird; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is blurred and deformed.
Mao Dun's Midnight
The sun went down; The fog is as white as milk, rising on the river, on the wall of the church and in the open space around the factory. At this time, night soon fell and the slope was brightly lit. It looks as if fog covered a bottomless abyss. ...
Chekhov is in the canyon.
Mountain fog
suddenly
Suddenly, the fog rose, a ball, first rolling, like a rolling snowball. Rolling, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed to the top of the mountain, the shadows are misty and delicate, gentle and affectionate.
Then the roots came out, but the mountainside was still white and empty. Just sigh, blink of an eye, the cloud suddenly dispersed and disappeared from nowhere.
Jia Pingwa's Reading Mountains
In the early morning, the mountains are filled with white fog. The bluish-gray Great Wall of Wan Li is like a dragon. It descended with the mountain and dived into the foggy sea. Black orchards are looming in the foggy sea, like undulating islands in the waves.
Political "Village Folk Songs" of the Motherland
The sun shines directly into the depths of the valley, and the mountains are like rows, one direction and one gesture. These unfathomable valleys are now braving white heat as thick as clouds. It seems that there is an invisible fire burning and mysterious spring water evaporating underground.
Sun Li's The Beginning of the Storm
Fog on the lake
cloud
Thick, falling on the lake, is fog, gray fog, water vapor, like a big smoke bubble in the wasteland, a bath in winter, dark, swallowed up the distant mountains by the lake. Cool rain, drifting sideways, God knows.
Tao comes from the sky or from the lake. At first glance, it seems to be there, and then it seems to be there ... Only skilled boatmen can carry passengers around the lake in this weather.
Zhang Kangkang's Wang Yang in the puddle
south
Looking at Taihu Lake, I can't tell what shape it is. I just feel that there is an open place on the other side, which seems to be woven by countless silver threads in Qian Qian. There is a clear moonlight and silver arrows reflected by lake waves, and there is nothing else.
Thin and thick, translucent and semi-viscous, if you jump south, this transparent white net will surely lift you up beautifully and send you to the depths of the queen mother's harem.
Yu Dafu's sentimental journey
Fog in the forest
Every morning, he walks along a serpentine winding path into the fog in the big forest, as if he were in a misty dream. Milky white fog is deep and thick, which can float people like flowing mud.
Gu Hua's hut covered with ivy
Fog is floating in the forest. Leaves of all shapes, round, oval, slender and angular ... are like thousands of little green hands. Fog blows them, leaving a layer of tiny water droplets on the palm of the leaves. Small water droplets flow and merge into a big water droplet in the palm, like a bright mercury bead. They are heavy, falling down, and another big water drop is forming. ...
Yin's "Fog Mountain Yellow"
Fog on the grassland
Every morning, dense fog flooded Shan Ye, rivers and roads; The clean and cool air on the grassland has become as muddy and dirty as the spring water trampled by horses!
The vast grassland by malaqinfu
Fog at sea
most
When the purple light disappears on the sea, the dense fog rises in the water; The stars flashed in the sky for a while, but they were all gone. The fog gradually thickened in front of us, covering the sky, the distant horizon and even the ship.
It's all covered up. Now you can only see chimneys and huge mainmast. Seen from a distance, sailors' bodies look like shadows. After another hour, everything was hidden in white.
In the fog, even the lights hanging on the top of the mast and the sparks flying out of the chimney are out of sight.
(Bo) Xianke in Wei Zhi's For Bread
The fog is rising, but it's falling again and getting thicker. Sometimes it's completely opaque. The ship was trapped in iceberg fog. This terrible encirclement opens like a pair of pliers. Let people catch a glimpse of a corner of the sky and close it immediately.
Hugo's maritime labor (France)
Fog in Lushan Mountain
You,
The fog in Lushan seems unpredictable. For a while, the light is flooding and confusing; In a blink of an eye, there is no trace, and I don't know where I went. You seem to be a fairy who refuses to show her face, and you also seem to be an affectionate girl-this
It's you, the fog on Lushan Mountain. You belong to Lushan Mountain. You are integrated into the beautiful scenery of Guanglu Mountain. It is you who moisten the magnificent landscape of Kuanglu Mountain. Even the grass in Yan Na is very slender and beautiful.
Qiu Zhijie's ode to fog yarn
Fog in Gobi Desert
Gobi desert in May, creeping grass green. The green creeping grass is wet. It rained heavily in the morning, and it began to fog at dawn in the evening. Plumes of fog, like white clouds in the sky, lined up on the beach and fluttered gently. If you stand a little farther away, you will feel that the whole beach seems to be moving, and the mountains in the distance seem to be moving.
Tang Guangyu's Gobi Love Story
spring
Listen,
The green curtain opened. Dressed in colorful clothes, Miss Chun walked lightly onto the stage. With a wave of her long sleeves, everything on the ground was dyed green. Miss Chun took out a beautiful flower basket from behind, which was used exquisitely.
My hand took out bundles of colorful flowers from the inside and scattered them under the stage. Flowers fly to the green earth and green trees. Immediately, the green leaves were full of flowers. Flowers bloom among evergreen trees, just like in
On the green brocade, blooming flowers are embroidered with five-color silk threads. An intoxicating spring smile appeared on Miss Chun's red cheeks. She came down gently with a smile.
The green curtain was drawn in.
summer
platform
On the green curtain, it slowly turned dark green, and then slowly opened. Ah, summer appears. Xia stepped onto the stage like a lively teenager. Xia's eyes are burning with light, and she looks around the earth under the stage. Suddenly, on earth,
The sun is like fire. The tree opened countless arms to cover the hot eyes in summer and left a shade. When the eyes of summer arrived there, it was hot and sunny.
Xia finished her stunt, closed her eyes with satisfaction and walked down. The dark green curtains are closed.
autumn
deep
The green curtains will soon turn golden, which indicates that beautiful autumn will appear. The curtain slowly opened. Beautiful autumn, wearing golden clothes, appeared in the center of the stage. Autumn pointed with a thin hand, and the earth immediately became
Golden. Qiu took out a small pocket from her side, magically took out rich fruits and threw them under the stage. There seems to be endless fruit in the bag, which is inexhaustible. Heavy fruits are flying around.
The earth is covered with golden branches. What a rich autumn scenery!
Autumn is like a shy girl, smiling shyly and walking off the stage leisurely.
winter
Winter is coming! winter
Like a clean little girl, her whole body is white, and even the curtains have changed from gold to white. In winter, she wears a white velvet hat, white velvet trousers and a pair of white boots, just like a lovely white velvet ball.
Just so-so With chubby little hands, she directed snowflakes to fly to the earth to clean up the dirt there. The snowflake obediently listened to Dong's command, dancing the beautiful hexagonal body and falling on the earth. Soon, the earth was white.
This is a snowy world.
Looking at the changes on earth in winter, I smiled happily. Two dimples appeared on her chubby little face. She jumped, jumped, patted her little hand like a happy little fluffy ball, and then rolled off the stage.
White clean curtains also close with the departure of winter.
Snow, like catkins, like reeds, like dandelions, flies in the air and with the wind.
In the air, glittering and translucent snowflakes are flying like light jade butterflies.
After a heavy snowy night, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roof of the city, standing on the flat top of a tall building and looking out, like a rolling snow mountain.
The snow on the roadside and sidewalk has melted, and only the sunny roof still has snow, just like wearing a small white hat.
There are snowflakes, small white feathers and falling pear petals in the air.
Soft little snowflakes fall down. Gradually, the little snowflake becomes bigger, thicker and denser. ) clouds and clusters of snow fly down, like countless torn cotton balls rolling down from the sky.
Snowflakes are flying outside the window, like thousands of butterflies pouncing on the window glass, hitting the glass playfully and flying to one side.
The glittering snowflake falls on my palm and looks transparent. Slowly, it snowed. First of all, small snowflakes fall gently like catkins. Then it gets bigger and bigger, and it's tight for a while.
The snow finally stopped, the vast fields were white, and the houses and mountains were covered with silver.
winter
It's coming! Winter is like a clean little girl, all white, and even the curtains have changed from gold to white. Wearing a white velvet hat, white velvet trousers and a pair of white boots in winter is like a lovely person.
White fluffy balls. With chubby little hands, she directed snowflakes to fly to the earth to clean up the dirt there. Snowflakes listened to the command of winter, dancing their beautiful hexagonal bodies and falling to the earth. Soon, they became bigger.
The earth is white and has become a world of snow.
Looking at the changes on earth in winter, I smiled happily. Two dimples appeared on her chubby little face. She jumped, jumped, patted her little hand like a happy little fluffy ball, and then rolled off the stage.
White clean curtains also close with the departure of winter.
Just when the four magic actors showed their magical powers in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the footsteps of Time Old Man also moved quickly. The winter performance ended, a year passed and a new year ushered in. The scenery on the earth changes with the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Day after day, year after year, four magical magicians are performing their own programs on the big stage of nature. ...