The fog of the good city

(Saturday, October 26, 2013)

On the 20th, 21st, and 22nd days of October, there was fog in the good city.

When I got up in the morning, I walked to the window of the north house, looked outside, and saw that the fog was sufficient, and the sky was still only a little twilight, and the fog was so confused that the building opposite was not clearly distinguishable.

At six o'clock, I put on my back bag and went to the fine textile market as usual.

I walked in the fog, and the fog wrapped around me tightly, as if I was in a shackle.

Looking ahead, left and right, there was fog.

The fog is not pure as milk, but misty.

It is said that it is white, not as snow, but as gray, and not as gray as gray.

The sky is not blue, but gray and gloomy, and I don't know where to hide in the blue tiles of the past.

But that day, mixed with the fog, it was impossible to see which was the sky and which was the fog, and there was no obvious definition. You can only look up at the high place, and think that it is the sky, and when you look down and look down, it is the mortal dust and the earth.

The fog, floating, foggy, like a caged dream, could not see through it.

I really want to grab it, hold it in my arms, and play with it in my hands, but you can't catch it, even if you grab it hard, maybe it's a big wisp into your palm, and then, clench your hand tightly, but it's the impact of your fingers and palms, and there is not a trace of fog in your hands, let alone in your arms.

The fog, it teases you, seduces you, plays with you, but you don't have the slightest way to deal with it, you are teased by it, you can't love it, you can't hate, you can't hate.

Looking ahead, there was confusion in the distance, and between heaven and earth, there was a gray and white.

Nearby, the building is hidden from time to time, even if you see the building, you can't see its whole, you only see a corner of it, or a section of the waist, a piece, like an irregular reef floating in the river, horizontal and vertical.

The confused piece is not like the blue sea spreading on the earth, but like the turbid Yellow River, standing sideways under the firmament.

And the tall trees, I can't see their whole, only their branches, and those branches and branches, just like the coordinate points and coordinate lines in the coordinate system.

The branches and trees, as if they were in the pattern on the gray-white curtain, are half-suspended in the air, without support, but they can stand without slipping.

On Friendship Road, in the middle of the cross section, is the roadway.

On the flat and smooth road of the past, there are still large and small vehicles. The small cars coming and going, the long flatbed trucks, were all in a hurry.

However, the front and rear of each car have their lights on. The headlights are always flashing, like a ghost blinking, glowing with a cunning light, and like a star every day, falling into the red mortal world, blinking and flickering, as if in the blink of an eye, squeezing out crystal clear tears, deploring his own debasement.

Walking to the section of Handsome Park, I only heard the melodious song "The Beautiful Girl with Sanger Flowers on the Prairie":

You have a flower name, beautiful girl Dolmara

You have a beautiful girl with a smile on your flower, Dolmara

You are like a cup of sweet wine, drunk with the sun, drunk with the moon

You are like a melodious pastoral song, which beautifies the snow-capped mountains and the grasslands

Ah Dolma

Gesang flowers on the steppe

You dedicate your song to the snow-capped mountains that nurture you

You dedicate your beauty to the grassland that nurtures you

You dedicate your beauty to the snow-capped mountains that nurture your snow-capped mountains

You dedicate your beauty to the grassland that nurtures you

This song, in this quiet morning shrouded in mist, is so beautiful, bringing infinite interest and beauty, making people feel refreshed and happy.

This song is the beat used by the people who do Jiamusi happy dance steps aerobics every morning in Yingjun Park.

But at this time, you don't see them, only hear their voices, they are all hidden by this thick morning mist, occasionally see a few white hats, floating on the fog, but still "ordinary invisible, occasionally dewful"!

Actually, I was very close to them, but the thick walls of the fog prevented me from witnessing their graceful dancing and handsome faces.

The fog envelops everything, fills everything, whether it is the sky high above, or the earth under the feet, or even the buildings and trees that exist in mid-air, all under the care of the fog, faintly, flickering and dark, really like a fairy land in mythology, so illusory, so hazy, so graceful, giving people a mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

This is naturally reminded of the TV series "Journey to the West", in which Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

So, at this moment, the pedestrians, and all the people who are moving in the fog, aren't they just stepping on auspicious clouds, shuttling and walking, and driving the clouds in the ethereal heavenly palace?

People are in the fairyland, and the fairyland is also among the people, true and false, trance-like, confused, swaying, as if it is a dream, it is the kind of deep dream in a deep sleep!

This heavy, wet, thick, thick fog also gives people a kind of coercion, dullness and depression, heart palpitations, no choice, no place to follow, no refuge......

In the evening, at six o'clock, my husband and I still went out to do Jiamusi happy dance step aerobics.

When I walked out of the building, I was greeted by another beautiful scenery.

The night was thick, and there was fog and encroachment everywhere.

The fog at this time is very different from the fog in the morning.

It is not thick, but thin, faint, like cicada wings, thin and transparent, and in the night, it is not simple, it seems to have the intervention of smoke, and the color is not gray and white, but blue, and the blue is very indifferent.

The night sky in the sky, the buildings on the ground, and the trees can all be seen, and they can be seen as a whole, but they are not distinct, there is fog bathing, there is a kind of fog, giving people a hazy feeling, the angular fixed objects, shrouded in thin smoke, are really as Zhu Ziqing said: the dream with a light veil is also a dream with a blue color, the dream is crystalline, the dream is mysterious, the dream is intoxicated, and the dream is comfortable.

At this time, the night world, the sky, deep blue, dark blue, there is no moon, and there are no stars to be seen, in fact, the stars still dot the deep blue sky, but it is too small to be obscured by the smoke.

On the ground, on the buildings facing the street, there are flashing colorful changing electric batons, street lamps, hanging high in the air, emitting bright light, and the dark and mottled trees are gently swaying, the lights from various shops, and the red, yellow, blue, green, and purple colored lights on the plaques are all covered with a thin transparent light veil, forming a mysterious world that is both bright and confused, especially beautiful, full of infinite charm.

At this time, the fog is also different from the morning fog, that is, it has a smell of smoke and dust, and it chokes directly into people's throats, making people feel stuffy, itchy and dry.

However, this did not affect the appreciation of the smoke in the night.

The faint, gentle, thin, blue-blue fog is still fascinating, everything is in the haze, everything is in the embrace of smoke.

The body, held in the arms of this smoke, is it happy, is it happy, is it pleasant, is it depressed, is it suffocating?

Everything is not clear, the fog is not only shrouded in heaven and earth, but people's hearts and souls are also embraced by this light veil dream, bathed in this light mist, and their hearts are also foggy.

At this moment, the heart does not feel blank, let alone blocked, as if there is something and nothing, wandering and wandering, lost in this light fog, neither joy nor sorrow, the usual miscellaneous thoughts, desires, ideals, struggles, and struggles...... Everything no longer exists, honor and disgrace are forgotten, maybe it is the Taoist inaction and selflessness.

The heart, led by the fog, taken by the fog, bewitched by the fog, became a captive of the fog, and the heart was full of fog......

Where does the fog come from, where does the fog go, what is the benefit of the fog, what is the harm of the fog?

This, on the contrary, is to see the scenery and love, wander in the heart, and wander away from the underworld.

Fog is a condensed consultment of water vapor made up of small water droplets or ice crystals floating in the air.

It is the evaporation of the atmosphere that increases the water vapor, the air itself cools, the saturated air continues to increase or continue to cool, and condensation occurs, and the condensed water droplets reduce the horizontal visibility by less than 1 km, and the fog is born.

The shape of the fog is gas-like, floating and uncertain.

The appearance of fog gives the impression of beauty as well as a mysterious fantasy.

Fog, in addition to giving a beautiful appearance and a mysterious feeling, is a harmful gas in the final analysis.

The existence of fog has always been the most serious visual obstacle in transportation, which directly has a great impact on transportation (easy to cause car collisions and accidents) and can cause a series of social and economic problems.

The fog contains a variety of chemical corrosives, which can easily lead to the decline of the insulation performance of power transmission equipment, create communication power outages, and seriously affect industrial and agricultural production and people's lives.

There will be a pollutant in the fog, and the long-term foggy weather is very bad for human health, and the pollutants in the fog can induce and aggravate asthma, chronic bronchitis and other diseases.

The foggy sky can make people depressed, depressed, depressed, and depressed, causing psychological depression.

Since fog has so many hazards, people should be defensive against fog, reduce going out, try not to go out in the fog for morning exercises, wear masks, and when you come back, wash your hands and face to eliminate the germs carried in the fog.

The fog, beautiful as a dream, like a light veil like a cloud, can make people pleasing to the eye.

The fog, erratic, and hazy, gives people a sense of mystery and makes people think about what is wrong.

However, fog, after all, is a harmful gas, and this cannot be ignored.

How will people treat fog, will they like it or dislike it?

This question is urgent and thought-provoking......