The wind rolled snowflakes, violently sweeping Shan Ye and villages, shaking ancient trees, knocking down other people's doors and windows, tearing off the thatch of broken houses and lifting it into the air, scattering cold snowflakes in people's houses and growling in strange voices on the bare treetops, as if everything in the world was its tame slave and could be trampled on at will.
Jun Qing party member Registration Form
The wind at the mountain pass growled like a dragon, venting its crazy power to everything it could touch. Snow balls hit its head like ice cubes, making people stumble. Several tall larches shook their fuzzy branches sadly, as if they were timidly telling their misfortunes under the ravages of snow and wind.
Fang Wei coagulation
It's getting dark and the wind is getting tighter. Dark clouds are pressing harder to the ground, covering vast fields, roads and villages. Let the early spring dusk on the plain immediately turn into night. It began to snow. First, small snowflakes fluttered gently like catkins; Then it gets bigger and bigger, as tight as a burst. The wind moved the snow, and the snow fragments swirled. In an instant, the sky and the earth were one color, and snowflakes filled the whole Yuan Ye. ……
The Discontinuous Story of Ji Fang
snowstorm
The Great Northern Wilderness called the snowstorm a big smoke bubble. It is an ironclad rule that big smoke bubbles will be blown on the third day after it snows. At the beginning of the smoke bubble, the fierce cold wind screamed sharply, blowing the snow on the snowfield into dragons and rolling against the snow. The wind roared, like a million lions roaring and rushing, rolling thousands of white dragons into the sky. The whole space is filled with white powder, like smoke and fog, but it is not as soft as smoke and hits the face like a needle. Suddenly it was dark, and the people walking on the opposite side only saw a hazy figure. The snowstorm created the strong character of the people in the Great Northern Wilderness. They are not afraid of tyrants this winter. When they meet them, they will step on wasteland, build canals, cut down trees, hunt, break ice and fish nets.
Pingqing's "Melissa Zhou sent me back to my hometown"
The snowstorm that blew at night was extremely violent at that time. Winter comes too early and almost always begins with an ominous snowstorm. The wind and snow ravaged everything on the ground, piled up snowdrifts on the lowlands and licked the last grass stems on the mountain. Dust as hard as glass crumbs rotates with the wind and snow. The house leaned and groaned under the pressure of the wind. Everything is bent, curled up, trembling, screaming in pain, and polyphony.
(Su) Fei Ding's Extraordinary Summer
A snowstorm suddenly struck. Gray clouds are low on the ground, moving and filling the sky. Heavy snow fell one after another. In the evening, there was a strong wind, and the chimney made a whining roar. The wind chased the snowflakes circling rapidly in the forest, flashing left and right, screaming and stirring the whole forest.
(Su) ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered.
accumulated snow
We ran all the way to the last sea pavilion. There, the stone steps are covered with foam-like snow, and the trees in front of the pavilion are covered with snow, and ice cubes are formed under the snow. There are several camellias next to them, with pink flowers. Some flowers fell, half hidden in the snow, red and white set each other off, and the colors were gorgeous, which made us feel flashy, clear and not cold, so we remembered the beauty of "forgetting her thin sleeves and cold, leaning against the sunset next to a tall bamboo".
Snow Scene of West Lake in Zhong Jingwen
The layers of pine branches on the surrounding mountains are covered with thick white velvet snow, hanging heavily, and from time to time, one or two pieces of snow as big as palms fall and pile up silently in the snow.
Bing Xin's To Young Readers
Snow in the north
The snow on the Loess Plateau is beautiful. It is more noble, elegant, magnificent and magnanimous than the snow in the south; The snow in the south makes people feel that winter has really come, but the snow in the north makes people think of beautiful spring. Snow is the real winter jasmine on the Loess Plateau.
The field is open, and the snow seems to have swept away all the superfluous things on the ground. Hills, dams, gullies, towering branches ... all angular places have become extremely smooth and round, with velvety fluff, as if the snow field under the clear sky is not cold, but warm, which always makes me want to stick my cheek on it.
Zhang Xianliang's Green Trees
Snow in Jiangnan
The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Lu Xun's Snow
I grew up in the north and never loved snow. The poem that teenagers like to recite is still fresh in my memory: "I am afraid of poetry, so I jumped on the ice." Lu Xun described the snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the north in detail: "The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the snowflakes in the north always fly like powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. " But I think the snow in the north written here is winter snow. As for Chun Xue in the north, I think it's quite snowy in the south of the Yangtze River! Isn't this the case with the first Chun Xue on the third day of the first lunar month? I live in a tall building and look out of the window. There is a thick pile of velvet on the balcony fence. A layer of snow, moist and moist, brings the fresh news of spring. It's sunny and sunny. From my window, I can see the green western hills. On this day, Beijing is white, with rows of endless snow tops, black and white, forming a very unique painting, very beautiful.
Liu's Chun Xue
snowflake
Jade butterfly-like snowflakes fall on New Year's Eve. It dances with the scraps of paper exploded by firecrackers. In a short time, the tiles of the house are white, the streets are white, and the farmyard is white. The old tree in front of the window is covered with flowers and jade strings, all made of shiny silver. At first glance, it looks like a charming snow fairy with different shapes and shapes.
Li Yaokui's annual sacrifice
In fact, snowflakes are ice crystals formed by condensation of water vapor in the air below zero degrees Celsius. People call snow "flower", which is also very scientific. Because the shape of snowflakes is really as beautiful as flowers. Under the magnifying glass, you can see that every snowflake is a beautiful pattern: some are crystal flakes, some are like white silver needles, some are like open fans, and some are like stars in the night sky ... According to statistics, there are more than 10,000 snowflake patterns observed now! Although snowflakes are in various shapes, their basic shapes are the same, and they all have hexagonal characteristics. Gao Pian, a famous military commander in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote in Selected Poems of Snow: "Six flying flowers came into the house and sat and watched the bamboo turn into lovely branches." These six flying flowers refer to snowflakes with six petals.
Sun Shuqing's Six Flying Flowers
The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess.
Lu Xun's blessing
There is almost no snow here, only a thin layer is sprinkled on the ground. It's still snowing at the moment. Snowflakes fall timidly, dry and light, like fluff. When the wind blows gently, it blows the snow on the roadside into the ditch, from the mountain to the valley and to the edge of the forest.
Ivan Shamikin's snowy winter
At this time, it began to snow lightly. This kind of snow is often seen when there is no wind. Sparse snowflakes seem to be meditating-is it good to fall or not? And almost stopped in the transparent air, hanging there, as if suddenly, lost weight, and then fell to the ground, giving his space in the air to the same harsh and gentle snowflake.
(Su) Fei Ding's First Love
Before dark, wet snowflakes began to fall on the wet ground, and everything was silent. At first, just a few fluffy snowflakes-beautiful transparent hexagonal crystals flying in the air, Ran Ran floated to the ground. It began to snow heavily in the back. In the evening, wet snowflakes fell all over the floor, covered with branches and thickly stuck to the heads, shoulders and sleeves of the soldiers.
(Sue) Vasily zhukov's "Live to the Dawn"
Snow fog
Snow, too impatient, tore the loneliness of the night in a hurry and stumbled down. Instantly held by the earth, melted in the humid atmosphere. It has been falling for a morning, leaving only a little trace of exquisiteness, but it also reveals the stubbornness of unyielding, still drifting around with the wind and turning into a misty snow. Qi Anqing's Fire Holder
snowscape
The night after the snow stopped, the houses were covered with white clothes, the willows turned into bloated silver bars, and the city walls stretched out like a giant snake with a white back into the gray twilight haze in the distance. Looking at Guandi Temple from a distance. It is a green building that cannot be seen clearly; Nearby, the rugged ground in the western depression was covered with snow and turned into a large flat land.
Li Yingru's wildfire and spring breeze hit the ancient city.
Snowflakes, touching and touching, long and gentle, like the feathers of white cranes, decorate the world with thin water and cold mountains. Suddenly, the earth is like a sea of silver, the mountains are like jade dragons, and the trees are like white corals and scales. You reflect me, I'll help you line up. What a beautiful jade carving!
Han Jingting's Snowflake
It snowed heavily all night. The next morning, it cleared up and the sun came out. Push open the door and look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees and houses are covered with a thick layer of snow. Looking from a distance, Wan has become a world of makeup. Look around, those trees whose leaves have all fallen off are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, and those evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook gently, and the beautiful silver bars and snowballs shook off. Jade chips, like snowflakes, fluttered with the wind, reflecting colorful rainbows in the early morning sunshine.
Jun Qing's "Map of Xue Rui"
Just arrived in early winter, elm, willow and locust trees have not fallen leaves, and suddenly it snowed heavily. Snowflakes fell on trees with thick branches and dense leaves one by one, and gradually turned into piles, bending the branches of big trees and the trunks of small trees. Finally, many branches and trees the size of teacups could not bear the weight of the snowdrift, and finally they broke one after another.
Wang Jiabin of Liu Qing
Lawn, in fact, has long been as strict as snow. Maple, oak and hexagonal maple all lost their leaves, and their branches stretched out into the gray sky like charcoal sticks. The snow is covered with a layer of light blue silver light, and the thin lines of small footprints printed on it (which must have been left by chubby squirrels in winter) are more purple in the dents. From a distance, it seems that someone has inadvertently sown a string of fragrant petals. Su Wei's graveyard
The sun has just risen, red and big. The new snow covered the world with a layer of white, outlined the outline of the distant mountains with soft and dazzling curves, and turned all the visible trees into huge or exquisite silver corals. There is still a thin layer of morning fog on the river. The sun is so bright that the morning mist is soaked like an unfolded transparent red yarn, almost motionless and not floating for a long time. Snow gives off dazzling light. The scenery is really beautiful. Liang's documentary "Border Village"
What a gentle little snowflake. However, if you look around, what a vast and beautiful world snowflakes make up. Usually dilapidated farmhouses, dry walls, fences and well platforms have become marble structures and a magnificent building; At this time, all ordinary trees proudly bloom bright silver flowers. Shan Ye is integrated with heaven and earth into a white whole, and people's hearts are also condensed with holy and flawless feelings.
Wu's Memories of Snow
snow field
The dark sky, the snow all over the ground, reflected the pale clouds at dusk, and layers of spring silkworms retreated like cocoons, slowly withdrawing from the bright and serious cold light and passing through the sharp and cruel cold wind in the whispering dwarf forest. An empty winter plain and rotten grassland are hidden in the snow, and occasionally some heads are exposed everywhere, rustling in the wind. Up and down, light clouds and light snow, like a secret confession.
Qu Qiubai's Snow.
Snow is flying all over the sky, white and foggy, regardless of heaven and earth. Heavy snow piled up, the mountains increased and the ground became thicker. The dense thorn branches on the roadside hillside are condensed with white snow, hairy like antlers, intertwined into various patterns, and the Yushu silver flowers are picturesque. On the steep cliff beside the road, several tall tassels stand proudly. Snow-covered branches and a few moss under the white brocade canopy are particularly beautiful in the endless silver world. How much ice and snow has Jinsong experienced? How many wind knives and frost swords have you tasted? However, it is used to growing up in a harsh environment. After a period of cold, it gained the ability to resist cold, and after a frost and snow, it increased the fun of fighting frost and snow. Look, how tall and mighty it looks in the snow! Standing in the snow like a soldier in white armor.
Liu Ziwei on the day of the decisive battle.
In winter, on the steep bank slope along the Don River, there is a prominent hillside, which is called "thief cliff" by everyone. The cold wind in winter dances and growls on this hillside. The wind blew a snow fog from the bare hill on the top of the mountain, which piled it up layer by layer. Snowdrifts hung high on the cliff, shone like sugar by the sun and turned pink at dusk. Before the melting heating gradually melted from the snow below, or before the thick snow layer was blown away by the fierce crosswind, the snowdrift was already hanging there silently and fearfully. At this time, the snowdrift always sinks, sending out a low and soft thunder, rushing down, overwhelming the low thorns on the road, shamefully smashing the small hawthorn tree hiding on the hillside, and soon dragging a huge silvery white snow fog behind it, foaming at the sky. ...
Sholokhov's The Silent Don
After snow
The wind has completely stopped and the air is as cold as before. Night came, but it did not bring darkness. Above is a gray sky, and below is a slate with snow. A big yard is covered with snow. In the middle is an aisle with a raised square slate. There are several pots of plum blossoms on each side of the aisle, and the branches are covered with snow, turning white and beautiful as Yushu.
Bajin's home
The toad beach after the snow has become a vast world. In the morning, thick snow blocked all the farmyards. The farmers are busy cleaning the snow in their yard and in front of the door. From the outside, the residents in the rice fields seem to have died under the heavy snow. Only all the farm dogs ran out, running in the wild, chasing each other, fighting and rolling in the snow. Guanqu, Fanshen Canal, Tuanjie Canal and Zaolong Canal are steaming like Tanghe River, and the black water is surging in the snow.
After breakfast, after a lively snow-sweeping activity, the traffic between the crop yard and the crop yard was quickly restored, and the exchanges between farmers were also restored. People become extremely active and life becomes extremely active. Everyone feels happy that he can't stay indoors after the snow. "A Leng Xue, next year's wheat is delicious" is not the only reason.
Liu Qing's entrepreneurial history
snow melt
The blue sky is like an ocean, and the gorgeous sunshine shines on all kinds of snow-covered objects. Everything is shining like silver, dazzling. After a while, the snow on the roof began to melt, and the snow water dripped down the icicles on the thatched eaves, and the water droplets slammed on the ground under the eaves, and the frozen soil was gradually washed away and expanded. The sparrow on the right, staring at the small round eyes and the cracks in the green icicles, swished out of the nest under the eaves, stepped on the bricks at both ends of the roof, shouted a few times, looked at the people, spread its wings, pecked the feathers under its belly with its mouth, and soon flew away screaming. As a result, several small white feathers fell off.
Feng Deying's "Kucaihua"
When spring comes, people will feel this way when they walk on the grassland. The sun is shining in the sky. Surrounded by pure purple snow. But under the snow, there is an invisible and magnificent work-the work of liberating the earth. Sunlight gradually melts the snow, permeates water from below, and soaks the snow on the ground. A foggy night-the next morning, the thin ice will sink with the creak and rumble, green mountains and rivers will appear on the road and in the rut, and melted snow will splash in all directions from under the horseshoe. The weather is very warm. The hills of sandy soil are melting, and the fields of mud and rotten grass give off the initial smell. In the middle of the night, many ravines roared violently, the cliffs covered with falling snow roared, and the bare fields as black as velvet gave off sweet heat. At dusk, the river on the grassland buzzes, breaking the hard ice on the river, and the tidal river quickly washes away the hard ice like a mother's swollen breast; The sudden end of winter surprised a man. He stood on the sand embankment, looked for a shallow place with his eyes, and whipped out a sweaty horse with his ears trembling. However, the surrounding snow is unconsciously and irresponsibly flashing blue light, and it is still a dull and white winter. ...
Sholokhov's The Silent Don
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"Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend. Fog: fog
After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There is a blue sky at the top of the canyon, and a few golden clouds are floating. A ray of sunshine fell like lightning on the cliff on the left. On the right peak, white clouds are like silver, and the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains and misty clouds suddenly appeared a piece of red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off the fog. It's really beautiful. It's like the flash of a red gem reflected upward from a deep valley, which seems to make people enter the realm of myth. At this time, you look up at the river, which is also colorful: two huge rocks, reflecting like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but there seems to be a shining road, which is swaying on it; The nearby mountains are as green as jade. As time goes by, red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the boat approached, it became clear that there was a mountain peak in the red mist, and the red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 20, we came to this sunny golden sunrise.
Liu's Three-Day Tour of the Yangtze River
What separates everyone from me is the fog all over the sky, whether it is high-rise buildings like vehicles and crowded pedestrians on the water; 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 rising sun, the idea of white fog churned away like a rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show blurred images in the fog.
Wang Xiyan's "Warm Spring"
fog
Like a veil, like a haze, like a cloud; 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. Xia Yan bursts, gone with the wind, everything, everything becomes hazy. In an instant, this milky light fog turned into small water droplets. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on your head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People get a little drunk as soon as they inhale the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine.
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. A veil-like fog floats over Cao Yang New Village, where there are no buildings and trees. Say it does, but you can't see the whole picture of those buildings and trees; Suppose not. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly revealed. With the shadow of fog, it changes like a mirage.
Repeat "Morning in Shanghai"
I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like cotton balls; 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. Everywhere, mountains and lakes are gone, only opaque milky chaos. The sound of sobs from far to near corresponds to the pleasant sound of birds. There was a vague 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, the fog is very thick. Following the doctor's advice, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds with a little chill pass over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury lamp bulb looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the rolling fog. I seem to have entered a fairy tale world.
Zhang Ping's Morning Fog in Jinghu Lake
night mist
Once I walked back to Song Xue Building from the ski club, I suddenly noticed a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dissipated. This is really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, and the fog flows spontaneously, from ears to fingers. Just like sailing in a foggy river, the sound of pines on both sides can't stop. 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. When people look out from the space of the flower shed, they see the winding river flowing through the grassland carelessly. The evening mist floated in the withered poplars, as if spun yarn hung on the branches, but it was whiter, more transparent and more hazy than spun yarn, which made the outline of poplars violet.
Madame Bovary by Flaubert (France)
Summer fog
Summer nights are short and dawn is early. Before the sun rises, forests, surrounding mountains and small plains surrounded by mountains are hidden in dense fog. Only the top of the forest appeared in the dense fog. With the rising of the sun, the increasingly pale fog color wandered, flowed and disappeared without a trace. The forest of meditation will all appear like a stream; Far and near are solemn, clear, thick and light, deep and light green, green or green.
Jason's Children from the Forest
Broomes-Deom
That was yesterday. It was a cloudless sunny day in Wan Li, but that day, the mountains and seas were covered with hot fog, and there were sticky and dirty things everywhere. Cicadas in the fields are also at work. 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
Did the winter fog in London really defend the ancient city in advance? Get up in the morning, take a roll of blanket and carry it to the pile house with the straw mat. I felt very cold when I went upstairs. Poke the black curtain on the window with a wooden stick. It's a sad fog outside. Not only does the back street lack the spire of Eton Road Church, but even the pear tree in the back garden is just a shadow. When I was in a daze, there was a smell and a movement, and our civet cat was sitting on the back of the sofa. It gave me a timid look, then its four legs shrank and curled up like a bulging vase, watching the fog. The car horn sounded in the dense fog, sometimes short and sometimes melodious. ……
Xiao Gan's Three London Diaries
rime
Dawn 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 transparent white gauze in Liuxi River around Huluba! In an instant, a huge cage with white curtains was formed, and the Huluba in Fiona Fang Shili was completely covered. 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 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 in Ran Ran, and the dark clouds on the top of the mountain are getting deeper and deeper. After a while, the peak disappeared, the road was unclear, and it was dark all around.
Jun Qing's Mountain Shadow
Cold fog
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 the ancient pagoda at the end of the city street. ..... This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, sends out the whistle to urge the workers to go to work, and the endless stream of bicycles, people, cars and miscellaneous footsteps. When it poured into the door of the armory, it began to fall like a thick smoke. It's almost noon now, and it doesn't mean to dissipate. From the chaotic and frozen clouds, the sun just showed its round face with a halo and soon disappeared. There is fine snow like jade in the sky, and the biting cold stings people's skin. The ears, cheeks, fingers and toes exposed by wearing old cotton shoes hurt like being bitten by a cat. "It's too cold, Laqi, barak. The frozen chin is so cold! " ……
Cai Tianxin's Hunhe Storm
fog
The valley is full of long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest and not getting it. Cold fog, sticky, cold, slowly floating. Obviously, the waves are undulating and chasing each other, just like the waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this.
Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities
thick fog
The drizzle that turned into a dense fog wrapped the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There are several tall buildings standing in the sky, only the highest floor is exposed in the fog. Rows of windows and holes twinkle like huge eyes, giving off yellow light. From a distance, they are like a mirage floating in mid-air, without any majestic spirit. And this dense fog is endless, the car broke through the suffocating moisture, the glass of the window turned into frosted glass, and even people close at hand became dizzy and strange; Everything has lost its sharp outline, and everything is blurred and deformed.
Mao Dun's Midnight
The sun went down; Thick fog, as white as milk, rises on the river, in the walls of churches and in the open spaces around factories. Shortly after dark, the slope was brightly lit. The dense fog seems to cover a bottomless abyss. ...
Chekhov is in the canyon.
Mountain fog
Suddenly, the fog started, and it was a mass. First, it rolled like a snowball. Roll, roll, the whole world is white. Occasionally exposed at the top of the mountain, the shadows of the trees are misty and delicate, gentle and affectionate. Then the roots of the mountain came out. But the mountainside is 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 Great Wall of Wan Li, which is blue and gray, is like a dragon, descending with the mountain and diving into the vast sea. The black orchard looms in the foggy sea, like an island undulating 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 steaming in white clouds. Just like under the earth, there is an invisible fire burning and a mysterious spring water evaporating.
Sun Li's The Beginning of the Storm