Celestial depiction V. Fog, frost and dew

i. Kasumi

I was a child by the sea and in the mountains, and she was my most familiar and beautiful friend. She said "good morning" or "see you tomorrow" to me in the light every morning and every night. But it wasn't until decades later that I realized that the more clouds there are, the more beautiful the glow is. The glow that emerges from the clouds is brilliant and colorful.

Bing Xin "Xia"

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Sunset

Soon after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with an orange sunset. The sea, also dyed red by the glow, is even more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever the rows of waves surge, the glow reflected on the crest of the waves is red and bright, almost like a piece of burning flames, flickering and disappearing. And the row in the back, flickering, rolling, and pouring over. The glow of the sky faded, and the crimson color turned crimson, and crimson turned light red.

Jun Qing "Midsummer Night"

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Before sunset, the bridge turns gray and then the forest turns black. The clouds in the sky on the other side of the forest were like a fire. But this is a little fire that is about to be extinguished in the blink of an eye, and it does not heat up. Soon the sun went down, and the fiery sky turned into rose purple, then green, and then into a vast twilight. The hue made me feel lonely and cold. What followed was the dead silence of the night.

Zhou Weidong "Sunset"

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When the red sun sinks in the west, the sky opens up with red glow. People living in towns, densely populated villages and mountainous areas have never seen the full picture of Hongxia. Come to the grassland, here is unobstructed, looking at thousands of miles, in order to be magnificent, such a spectacular sunset. On the thatched horizon, there is a strip of twilight, from the dense distance, burning the fiery red, apricot yellow golden glow, across the north and south, straight to the clouds, brilliant and colorful.

Zhang Tianmin "Entrepreneurship"

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Just stand by the sea and yearn for the clouds that meet the sea. A large, fan-shaped cloud has changed from the accumulation of white cotton balls to golden pineapples. Then there was a hint of rose red, a hint of dark purple, like a distant flower garden, snow blue, gray-black, brown and pale yellow in and out of nowhere, mixed together. The whole sky and the sea gradually darkened with the color of the clouds, and the sun finally fell from the bosom of the clouds to the sea, as if spitting out a large duck egg yolk, from orange yellow, orange red, to bright red, from a great circle to an oblate circle, and finally swallowed up by the raging tide.

Wang Meng's Dream of the Sea

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A round sunset on the west side of the sea is swinging in a blood-colored sunset. Above the glow, there were some light brown, black, light yellow soft clouds. The sea water is shown off by the late sun, and layers of golden waves float out, encased in a deep blue glass mirror.

Wang Tongzhao "Mountain Rain"

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The dappled and colorful sunset weaves half of the sky into a glowing brocade. The blood-red sunset slowly sank in the scattered clouds, and it cast the rose-colored slanting light on the surface of the river, and the Haihe River, as if it had been burned by fire, became a golden red.

Bao Chang "Gengzi Fengyun"

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The sky on the edge of the Sand River was approaching dusk, and the gray and black clouds suddenly disappeared, and a colorful glow burned in the western sky. The fish are white, pale cyan, orange, and purple, layered on top of each other, and are intertwined. Among them was a ribbon that looked like silver, shining brightly in the colorful clouds. A few birds soared in front of Caixia, chirping triumphantly.

Wu Qiang "Red Sun"

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The sun was setting in the west and approaching the horizon, and the sky was covered with colorful clouds.

The light blue canopy, like a clean velvet, is trimmed with yellow gold. The clouds on the canopy, some like steep peaks, some like high-backed camels, some like galloping horses, and some like well-dressed girls, they are gently moving and changing.

Wu Qiang "Red Sun"

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On the western side of the skywall, a touch of sunset burned the flames of the maple forest into a scorched red, and slowly landed, and the original purple-red skywall also turned into a deep blue, leaving some dark red wisps only in the place where it connected with the horizon.

Wang Xiyan "Spring Back to the Floor Heating"

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On the horizon to the west of the city, the sunset is still burning. Heavy blue-gray clouds seemed to fall toward a crater that burned red like molten gold, showing a blood-red amber purple glow.

Kuprin "Duel"

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Glow

Oh, it's early glow. Really, how beautiful! At the end of the road, purple, red, pink, and golden clouds were staggered, clustered, and glowing. Even the gravel road, the big-leaved plane trees that stand on both sides of the road, are painted with a layer of red and gold brilliance.

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The purple one is a cluster of purple roses, the red one is a string of dazzling red agate, the pink one is a lotus flower in June, and the yellow one is a white cloud with a gold edge......

Feng Zhang "Caixia Wanli"

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The morning glow in the east turned crimson, and the sky above was blue. The red glow shattered, and the golden light shot out one by one, the horizontal is the glow, and the straight is the light, weaving a great cobweb of brilliance in the southeast corner of the sky: the green fields, trees, and wild grasses have all changed from dark green to glowing jade. The dry of the old pine was dyed golden red, the wings of the birds shone golden, and everything brought a smile.

Lao She "Camel Xiangzi"

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When it comes to the morning glow, I want to put down my pen, and I can only have wordless praise. All I can say is the change in the color of the morning glow, which is the opposite of the sunset. The color of the sunset is light and intense, from golden red to turquoise. The color of the morning glow is from dark to light, from purple to deep red. Then a round of sunrise came up from the pine ridge, and everything on the earth woke up from the dream.

Bing Xin "Send Young Readers"

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Glow

The dawn gradually showed the colors of purple, blue, and green. The first particles of the sun are revealed. I've never seen this bright red so red, and I've never seen this bright red so fresh. In an instant, the fireball soared into the air, and the gaze was covered with colorful clouds. Light and shadow are ever-changing, and a hundred pillars of light are shining down from space. The ten thousand pine forests are incomparably gorgeous, and the Yungu Temple is full of glory. Suddenly, I saw a glass treasure lamp, hanging high on the top of Shixin Peak. The strange light is colorful, and the scattered flower dock is like a fireworks. The fireworks are flying, and the dark and color-changing wind and clouds are gathering again.

Xu Chi "The Legend of Yellow Mountain"

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On the horizon, the dawn was a black velvety cloud, inlaid with a golden edge, and gradually, thousands of clusters of golden arrow-like glow burst out of the clouds. The clouds, full of glow, bright red and red, fluttered gently and slightly under the gentle blowing of the morning breeze......

Zhang Donghui "Calling the Thunder"

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There was a peach-colored glow in the sky, illuminating the few red cockscombs on the base of the wall like glowing blood clots. After a while, the glow gradually became gray, and the red of the cockscomb turned deep purple. After a while, the glow spread, one red and one gray, into many small pieces, and set up a few ears of grapes and some apples in the sky. Suddenly the grapes became blue, not gray, very thin and bright, so a bewitching color that made people feel a little frightened, and the red apples became small purple fireballs. Then, as if a flower had suddenly gone, the glow turned into a gray and black mist, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if it had fallen several feet.

Lao She "Four Generations in the Same Hall"

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After a while, the eastern sky turned from white to yellow, from yellow to red, and ten thousand golden rays of golden light pierced through the rose-red rainbow, casting a layer of broken gold on the sea, and with the microwave ripples, like a golden snake dancing.

Tao Taizhong "Tales of the Sacred Mountain"

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ii. Fog

mist

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds and mist suddenly disappeared, a blue sky on the top of the gorge, floating a few small pieces of golden floating clouds, a ray of sunlight fell on the cliff on the left like lightning. A white cloud on the summit on the right was shining like a sheet of silver, but the sun had not yet fallen. At this time, far ahead, on top of countless mountains, in the misty clouds, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared. Your purple peaks, against this fog, are so beautiful. It's like the sparkle of red gems reflected upwards in the deep valley, which makes people feel as if they have entered the realm of mythology. At this time, you look up the river and it is also colorful: the two sides of the boulders, the reflection like ink, the twists and turns in the middle, but it looks like a shining road with small shimmering waves, and the nearby mountains are as green as emerald. As the minutes passed, the red mist in front of me became redder and brighter. The boat got closer and closer, and gradually a peak pavilion stood in the red mist, and gradually the red mist turned out to be thousands of strong rays of sunlight. At 8:20 a.m., we came to this sunny golden morning sun.

Liu Baiyu "Three Days on the Yangtze River"

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What separates everyone from me is the fog in the sky. Ren is a lofty building, like a vehicle like water, crowded pedestrians, everything is gone, even the arms that he swayed when he walks have disappeared into confusion.

Jin Yi "Fog"

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Outside the house, the morning fog, which was so thick that there was no human figure on the other side, had now subsided and faded. In the slowly gaining sunshine, the white mist dots churned and drifted away, as if there was a rustling sound. Fences, mounds, and walls all show a vague image in the fog.

Wang Xiyan "Spring Back to the Floor Heating"

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Mist

Like a light veil, like a smoky cloud, hanging on a tree, and about a roof, and wandering on a mountain road, and hiding in the grass. One moment like a rushing tide, another moment like a white gull flying. The smoke came and went, and everything became hazy. In an instant, the milky white mist turned into tiny droplets. Sprinkle on the pavement, sprinkle in the bushes, sprinkle on people's heads and faces. Gentle, greasy, and a little damp. People inhale the scent of wild chrysanthemum anthers and feel a little drunk.

Qiu Zhijie "Fog Yarn Fu"

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Morning mist

The night fog slowly faded, and the color turned white, like a flowing transparent body, and the east turned white. A light veil-like mist shrouded Caoyang New Village, and the buildings and trees in the new village were absent. Let's say it has, the whole of the buildings and trees, but let's say it doesn't, where the fog opens, and the outlines of the buildings and trees are faintly revealed, and with the thickness of the mist, they change in a variety of ways, as if they were a mirage.

Morning in Shanghai

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I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, the fog rolled in from the upper reaches like a cotton ball, climbed the riverbank, climbed over the trees, and flooded to both sides...... A thick fog filled the shed, and the faces were wet and slippery;

Ye Weilin "On the River Without Navigation"

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One foggy morning, I came to the embankment. Everywhere is confused, the mountains and lakes are gone, and there is only milky white chaos in front of them. The sound of the bird is from far and near, and it is in harmony with the melodious bird's voice. There was a faint idea in the white hollow, and then the outline of a ship was revealed. This is the first yacht of the day.

Yu Min "West Lake Scene"

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In the early morning, a thick fog fills the air. Following the doctor's instructions, I took a leisurely walk along the lakefront. I only heard the birdsong in my ears, and they were all exquisite. From time to time, a dense fog with a slight chill hit his face and swept past him. The street lamp, which usually contained dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs, seemed so dim and weak today, flickering in the churning mist. It was as if I was walking into a fairy tale.

Zhang Ping "Morning Mist at Mirror Lake"

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Night fog

There was a time from the ski club to walk back to the Songxue Building, suddenly noticed that there was a layer of fog on the road, suddenly thickened, all of a sudden dispersed, that was really a wonderful experience, as if walking into a fog tent, the fog spontaneously flowed by, from the ears, from the fingers flowed, all felt; and as if the boat was in a foggy river, the sound of the pine waves on both sides could not stop, the light boat turned, has passed the Wanzhong Mountain, looking back and looking again, there has been fog, the fog has stayed here.

Lin Qingxuan "Impression of Hehuan Mountain"

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Spring mist

At the beginning of April, the primroses bloom and a warm breeze blows through the newly dug flower furrows, and the garden is like a woman, deliberately decorated to welcome the summer festival. When people look out of the empty space of the flower shed, they see that the river is twisting and turning, careless, flowing through the grassland. The twilight mist, floating among the withered poplars, seemed to hang on the branches of a tree, but it was whiter than the veil, more transparent, and misty, outlining the outline of the aspen into a violet.

Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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Summer fog

Summer nights are short, and dawn comes early. Before the sun rises, the forests and mountains and the small plains surrounded by mountains are all hidden in the thick mist. Only the top of the forest emerges above the dense fog. As the sun rose, the fainter and lighter fog drifted and disappeared without a trace. The contemplative forest, the streams that resemble the plain river, are all visible, far and near, all of which are solemnly layered and faintly shaded green, green, and green.

Zhang Jie "Children from the Forest"

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Autumn fog

It was yesterday, it was a cloudless sunny day, but on that day, the mountains and the sea were everywhere like a layer of hot mist, sticky stains, not very clean. The cicadas in the four fields are also strange, the hotter they are, the more noisy they are, and the noise makes people hot and annoying. The autumn breeze is together, and lo and behold: there are clouds in the sky, and the clouds are transparent, and the mountains and seas are clearly covered with a layer of fog, and the fog also looks dry and refreshing.

Yang Shuo "Autumn Breeze"

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Winter fog

Did the winter fog of London really protect the ancient city in advance? Wake up in the morning, roll up the blanket and carry it to the pile house with the straw mat. When I went upstairs, I felt very cold. The black curtain on the window was lifted with a wooden stick, and there was a miserable gray fog outside. Not only is there no spire of the church on Eaton Road in the backstreet, but even the pear trees in the back garden are faintly left with only a black shadow. When we were startling, there was a smell and a thump, and our tanuki sat on the back of the sofa. It glanced at me timidly, and then curled up on all four legs, like a bulging vase, and stared at the gray mist. The sound of car horns could be heard in the thick fog, sometimes short, sometimes melodious.

Xiao Qian's Three Diaries in London

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White mist

The morning light is late, and the stars refuse to leave. However, milky white vapor has risen from the surface of the river. The Liuxi River, which surrounds the gourd dam, I don't know how many ethereal and transparent white veils came from there! In an instant, a huge white tent was formed, covering the gourd dam within a radius of ten miles. This is the famous fog in the valley area of the Tuojiang River Basin.

Zhou Keqin "Xu Mao and His Daughters"

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Blue haze

A pale blue mist rose from under the grass and tea tree stumps. The fragrance of plum and citrus aurantium mixed in the morning mist, the whole mountain dock was warm and cool, and even the blue mist was like a mist that evaporated when making essence.

Ai Xuan "Biluo Spring News"

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Gray fog

Gray-white fog rose from the rocky valley, and the dark clouds on the mountain tops became lower and lower. After a while, the mountain peaks disappeared, the road was gone, and it was dark all around.

Jun Qing "Mountain Eagle"

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Cold fog

A white and cold fog enveloped the high red brick walls of the arsenal and the large road outside the brick walls, shrouded the vast airfield of the aviation department opposite the arsenal, and surrounded the figure of the ancient tower at the end of the street. ...... This thick cold fog, from the high chimney of the factory in the morning, sent out the sound of the whistle urging the workers to go to work, the flow of bicycles, the flow of people, the sound of traffic and the sound of miscellaneous footsteps, poured into the gate of the arsenal, and began to fall like a thick smoke. The sun had just revealed its round face with a halo from the chaotic frozen clouds, and soon disappeared. The sky was covered with snow like broken jade, the sharp cold air cut against the skin, the exposed ears, cheeks, fingers, and toes in worn cotton shoes were all frozen like cat bites. "It's so cold, it's cold, it's cold for the jaw to freeze!"

Cai Tianxin "The Storm of the Hunhe River"

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Foggy

Everywhere the valley was filled with a long mist, and the fog crept up the hill alone, like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but not finding it. The sticky wet and cold mist drifted slowly, clearly visible, and the waves ebbed and flowed, chasing each other, like waves on a treacherous sea. The density of the fog closed off the lights on the car, and there was nothing but the fog that twitched on its own within a few yards, and the turbid air exhaled by the tired horses mixed into the fog as if it were all caused by them.

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

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Dense fog

The drizzle, which had turned into a thick fog, enveloped the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There were a few towering buildings that only showed the highest floors in the fog, and the rows of windows like giant eyes flickered and shimmered with yellow lights,—— far away like mirages floating in mid-air, without a trace of majesty. And the fog was boundless, the car broke through the suffocating damp and forward, the glass of the windows became frosted glass, and even the people who were close at hand became a halo of weirdness, everything lost its sharp outline, everything was blurred and distorted.

Mao Dun "Midnight"

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The sun had set, and the fog was as white as milk, rising over the river, in the walls of the church, in the open space around the factory. At this time, darkness soon came, and the lights were already shining below the slope, and the thick fog seemed to hide a bottomless abyss......

Chekhov "In the Canyon"

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Mountain fog

Suddenly, the fog came up, clumping and tumbling, as if it were snowballing. Rolling and rolling, the whole world is white. Occasionally, the top of the mountain is exposed, and the forest is delicate, gentle, and has a sense of affection. Then Yamane came out. But the mountainside is still white, and it is so white that it is empty. He sighed, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and he disappeared from nowhere.

Jia Pingwa "Reading the Mountain"

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In the morning, the mountains are filled with steaming white mist, and the blue-gray Great Wall is like a giant dragon, descending with the mountains and diving into the vast sea of fog. The swarthy orchard looms in the sea of fog, like an island undulating in the waves.

Mother Country Politics "Mountain Village Song"

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The sun shines deep into the valley, and the mountains seem to line up, one direction, one posture. These unmeasurably deep valleys are now rising with white heat as thick as a cloud. It's as if under the earth, some fires are burning, and mysterious springs of water are evaporating.

Sun Li's "The First Chronicle of the Storm"

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Fog on the lake

The clouds were thick and fell on the lake, and it was fog, gray mist, water vapor, like a big smoke bubble in the wasteland, a bath in winter, a dim darkness, engulfing the distant mountains near the lake. The cool rain drifted sideways, and the ghost knew whether it came out of the sky or from the lake. It's like there's any, and it's like there's not...... Only skilled boatmen can take passengers on the lake in such weather.

Zhang Kangkang "** in the puddle"

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Looking at Taihu Lake in the south, I can't make out any shape, but I only feel that a wide place on that side seems to be woven by thousands of silver threads, there is a clear glow under the moonlight, there are silver arrows reflected by the lake waves, and there are nothing but there, like thin and thick, half transparent, half sticky and wet lake fog and lake smoke, if you jump your body hard to the south, then this layer of transparent white net, will be able to melodiously lift you up, lift you to the depths of the queen mother's harem.

Yu Dafu "Sentimental Journey"

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Fog in the woods

Every morning he walked along a snake-like path into the fog of the great forest, as if he had walked into a hazy dream. The milky white mist of the mountains and valleys was so deep, so thick, like a flowing slurry that could float people.

Gu Hua "Wooden House Covered with Green Vines"

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The fog floated and flowed through the forest. Leaves of various shapes, round ovals, slender polygonal ...... Like thousands of little green hands. The mist whipped them, leaving a layer of tiny droplets of water on the palms of the leaves. Small droplets of water flowed, converging into a large droplet in the palm of the hand, like holding a shining mercury bead. It's heavy, it's falling, and another big drop of water is growing......

Yin Junqing "Foggy Mountain Yellow"

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Fog on the PrairieEvery morning, the dense fog floods the mountains, rivers, and roads, and the clear, cool air of the prairie becomes as muddy and dirty as the spring water that a herd of horses tread!

Malachov "The Vast Grassland"

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Fog at sea

The last of the purple light had vanished from the surface of the sea, and a heavy mist rose in the water, and the stars twinkled in the sky for a while, and then they were gone. The fog grew thicker in front of my eyes, obscuring the sky, the distant horizon, and even the boats. Only the chimney and the massive mainmast were still fine now, and from a little further away the sailors looked like shadows. After another hour, everything was hidden in the white mist, not even the lamp hanging on the top of the mast and the sparks flying out of the chimney.

(Bo) Xianke Micro Branch "For Bread"

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The fog was rising, but it was coming down again, thicker. Sometimes it's completely opaque. The ship was stuck in an iceberg of fog. This terrible encirclement, which opens like a pair of pincers, gives a glimpse of a corner of the horizon, and then closes at once.

Hugo, "Maritime Laborers"

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The fog of Lushan

You, the fog of Lushan, seem to be unpredictable. For a moment, the light flooded and confused, but in the blink of an eye, there was no trace, and I didn't know where to go. You seem to be a fairy who refuses to show your face, and you are like a girl with affection - this is you, the fog on Lushan. You belong to Lushan. You dissolve into the empty mountains of Qixiu Kuanglu. It is you who nourish the majestic mountains and rivers of Kuanglu, and even the grass on the rocks is particularly slender and beautiful.

Qiu Zhijie "Fog Yarn Fu"

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Fog on the Gobi Desert

In the Gobi in May, the vines are green. The green vines are wet. It rained heavily in the morning, and fog began at dusk. Wisps of mist, like white clouds in the sky, lined up on the beach and fluttered gently. If you stand a little farther away, you will think that the whole beach seems to be moving, and the mountains in the distance seem to be moving.

Tang Guangyu "Gobi Love Story"

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iii. Frost

Morning frost

This winter, the weather was a bit unusual: there was no snow, and there was frost. The older generation said that this was a harbinger of dry winter and dry spring. Tens of thousands of acres of old forests in Lumaokeng are covered with dog tooth frost every morning, and the evergreen broad-leaved trees are like wearing silver wisps of jade, becoming a world of white flowers, but they cannot dissipate at noon. The two wooden houses, one high and one low, at the bottom of the Lumaokeng Canyon, wore a white jade crown every morning and morning. The mountain water behind the wooden house also had a hard shell, and it lay there stiffly, losing the breath of the past ding dong.

Gu Hua "Wooden House Covered with Green Vines"

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In late October, in the early hours of the morning, a white velvet blanket covered with a thin layer of jade crumbs covered the roof of every house. Although the brightness and whiteness of frost marks are not uncommon in winter, people who can appreciate the fun of this cold morning can also be said to be happy.

Wang Tongzhao "Frost Marks"

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The grass on my shore, condensed with hoarfrost, was like an endless white canvas, on which were painted very beautiful shadows, like the shadows of the trees painted with a pen of ink, and the shadows of the trees with a faint ink color.

Guo Feng "Leaf Flute in the Mountains"

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Frost

It was a little cold at night, so when I got up in the morning, I opened the door and it was frosty.

The ridge on the opposite side was snow-white, like a light snow, and the yard was covered with a layer of frost. The leaves of the tree covered half of the yard with grapes, and the fat leaves were covered with a layer of fluffy and shiny frost flowers, which made the leaves suddenly thicker. However, as soon as the wind blew, the leaves with the frost flowers fell down with a clatter. Also, the sycamore tree in the corner of the courtyard, the leaves have been falling down since last night. It had fallen even more this morning, and the yard was covered with frosty yellow leaves.

Jun Qing "Proud Frost"

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Frost

When I wake up in the morning, I suddenly see that the wires on the side of the road have turned into white velvet colored ropes, which are almost the same as the white velvet colored ropes that people use to decorate their houses or Christmas trees at Christmas. In particular, all the branches of the trees also bear silver and white colors. Looking at it from afar, it is the same as the silver flower in full bloom.

Mao Dun "Miscellaneous Memories of Xinjiang Customs"

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Thin cream

When the sun came up, we all stretched out a lot. The fog in the distance had receded, and there was a thin layer of frost on the ground, even on us and on our mules and horses. The thick grains of frost on the old man's beard were like a snow-white velvet flower.

Li Guangtian "Flat City"

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Heavy frost

Early the next morning, the dead grass and fallen leaves on the road were whitened by heavy frost, the fields were frozen, and the roofs, haystacks, pumpkin sheds by the ponds, and the springboards on the wells were all white.

Zhou Libo "Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Runsheng"

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austerity

One day, in the morning, when it was raining a big "tree hanging", I opened the window and looked at the ice cream on the window, the sky was gray with snow powder, and the trees in the yard were covered with frost from root to tip, like a plum blossom with white flowers. This kind of weather is the coldest. After breakfast, I wrapped on a white wool scarf and went out into the street, trying to find a few familiar families to interview the local situation. After walking a few steps, the breath in my mouth got on the scarf, forming hoarfrost, my eyes were blown by the wind, and my eyelashes were hard and frozen.

Yang Shuo "Spring Girl"

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Frost residue

Streams of white gas came out of everyone's mouths, and when they swirled around their eyes, they became frost residues, which were frozen against the ear fans of their fur hats. Now every warrior's fur hat, no matter what color it was, has now turned completely white. White frost hung on the eyebrows, eyelashes, and beard.

Qu Bo "Forest Sea Snow Plain"

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iv. Dew

Morning dew

The sun has not yet appeared in the east, and every leaf tip of the pine forest is hung with dewdrops, in which the night air is hidden. However, on the day when he went to the woods, the dew shone with all kinds of light, and gradually became the color of dawn.

Lu Xun "Casting the Sword"

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In the early morning, in the fields, the wheat leaves are covered with dew, and in the sun, like ten thousand pearls, shining with brilliant brilliance;

(North Korea) Lee Byung-so "Yeongbuk"

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In the early spring morning, the climate is cool and the dew drops. There is not a single cloud in the sky. Only in the east, where the fiery red light of the sun appeared, was there a pre-dawn gray cloud, which continued to fade and fade. The entire endless grassland seemed to be sprinkled with golden dust. Large, diamond-like dewdrops flutter everywhere on the lush green grass, shining with colorful points of light.

Kuprin "In the Underground"

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Night dew

The dew came down and fell in the moonlight, silently, without a shadow. It is an indispensable nourishment for all things, and the ears of wheat are drinking the dew and growing the grains, right? The sorghum seedlings are drinking enough dew and pulling out the knots? The soybean seedlings are drinking enough dew and stretching their round small leaves, right? The peach and apricot tree has drunk enough dew and is smearing color on its ripe fruits!

Haoran "Sunny Day"

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In the bright moonlight, the tips of the green wheat in the fields shimmered with bright silver light, and he could distinguish every cornflower on the side of every straw man and every path. Dew fell like flour from a sieve in the sky. The fields were boiling and bustling, as if some of the grain was being poured into a water mill.

Singh, "The Magician of Lublin"

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dewdrop

Pearl-like drops of dew fell from the leaves of the grain into the soft earth, and the earth exuded a rich aroma of field grass.

Jun Qing "Autumn Color"

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In the early morning, the fields are like a verdant ocean, and the crops are facing the wind and waving green waves. On the round leaves of Shang Ma, transparent dew drops rolled, rolling to this side against the wind, crushing the big leaves to this side. Roll to that side, and press the big round leaves to that side. The dew drops stick to the leaf hairs, don't worry about it slipping down.

Liang Bin "Sowing Fire"

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The cool wind blows in the fields, and the dew drops on the green wheat leaves emit a crystal light, and the wheat fields are like lubricated jade.

Wu Qiang "Red Sun"

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The sun interrupted his thoughts. The world suddenly seemed to change color. The distant mountains are no longer dark green, but yellowish. The dew drops on the trees, when they saw the daylight, really became countless pearls.

Zheng Boqi "The First Lesson"

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The cool breeze blew wisps down, blew down the soft willow branches, shook off the dew on the grass leaves, wet the shoes, and moistened the ends of the hair. Take a breath of air, sweet, cool: fold a blade of grass and hold it in your mouth, fragrant and fragrant...... The whole hillside was verdant and dripping green, and the mist that had not had time to dissipate was like a light silk, wrapped around its waist one by one. The sun turns the dew droplets on every blade of grass into colorful pearls.

Ye Wenling "Little Creek Nine Dao Bay"

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The green branches of these trees shed drops of dew. In the shade of the trees, the frost of the morning glows on the patterned fern leaves, like silver-white brocade. The weeds had turned brown and red, had been knocked down by the raindrops, and the grass stalks were bent towards the ground, not moving. But when the bright light shines on them, the grass can tremble slightly, maybe it is the last struggle of life.

(Su) Gorky "The World"

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On the blades of grass that unfolded under the sun, on the sprouts of the vigorous wheat, the dew trembled like glass beads strung on a thread. The wind from the west blew it down, and the droplets of water spread out, shimmering with the color of the rainbow, and fell to the rain-scented, eager, graceful ground.

Sholokhov "The Cultivated Virgin Land"