我曾赞美过茫茫的大雪、如丝的细雨,却从未发现过晨雾是这样的迷人。今天走出家门,便陷入一片白茫茫的晨雾之中。晨雾把大地笼罩得严严实实,没有一丝缝隙。可当你向前走上几步,面前的雾却像顽皮的孩子一样,向两边躲开了。晨雾虽然没有大雪的壮观,没有小雨的缠绵,但它温柔无比,像一位慈祥的老妈妈.爱抚着你的面颊。它不但温柔,而且还 I have praised the vast snow, silky rain, but never found the morning mist is so charming. Today out of the house, they fall into a vast white mist. Morning fog to the earth enveloped a tidy, there is no trace of cracks. But as you walked forward a few steps, the fog in front of you, like a naughty child, dodged to the sides. Although there is no spectacular snowfall in the morning fog, there is no rain lingering, but it is very tender, like a kind old mother. Caressing your cheek. It is not only gentle, but also