Chapter 49 watch the fog

The fog in the mountains is the most fickle.There is fog in the morning, there is fog in the evening, and there is still fog when it rains.A green mountain, covered by fog, is tender and green.The sound of birds was also melodious and clear due to the fog.Fog is the clothes of mountains. Watching the fog requires a good mood and patience.Often, when you see a thin mist floating over the mountain, you know that the fog is coming.I know that there is an invisible hand that pulls the fog bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker, turns into waves, surges into waves, and floods the green pines and green bamboos like a tide.At this time, look at the changes of the fog. Sometimes the top of the mountain is exposed, making it an isolated island. The white fog is like a vast expanse of sea waves.Such as the morning fog, when the sun rises, the fog will be dyed like multicolored silk yarn, and it will recede upward with the rise of the sun.The green leaves of a mountain retreated to be crystal clear.Even on the tip of the blade of grass, there is a round crystal inlaid with a small sun.Evening mist was burned like a flame by the sunset.If the morning fog is a kind of tender beauty, the evening fog is a kind of warm and tragic.

There is another kind of mist in the mountains that looks like fog but is not fog. It is mist.The mountain haze is light blue and rises from the foot of the mountain.Gradually cage the small mountain into a light blue sphere.At this time, the smoke from the mountain village also rose.Cooking smoke, sunset, returning crows, horned old cows, and mountains constitute a different kind of scenery. It is better to walk into the fog than to watch the fog from a distance.People in the fog can't see the world clearly, but feel that the world is extremely beautiful.One year before the Dragon Boat Festival, I went to the mountains with my friends to pick Ruo leaves. The heavy rain poured down, and the fog in the rain covered the whole valley.I can't pick the Ruo leaves, I want to find a way to hide from the rain under the cliff, but I can't lift my feet, and there is only the hazy green or white around me.That encounter left a deep impression on me. I thought, it is rare to encounter such a fog in this life.It was originally on the opposite mountain, and it lay dormant for a long time. Suddenly, with a few raindrops, it came across the sky, and in an instant, people were in the fog.To heavy rain majestic, fog thicker.At that time, I only felt that the green in the mist was like an emerald covered by a light veil, and I wished I could freeze it.There are also small yellow flowers in the fog, just a faint color, which seems to be melting.

It's really not in the fog, you can't solve the fog.In the fog, can you solve the fog again?When the fog comes, those ferocious mountains and rocks all recede, creating a peaceful world. People are completely unaware of the danger, thinking that the cliff is a smooth road.