清晨,我揉着惺松睡眼,向窗外望去。啊!窗外什么也看不清,一片浓浓的厚厚的雾,迷迷蒙蒙地充满天地之间。这雾好白,好纯,好美,不掺一点儿杂色。我打开窗户,雾轻悠悠地飘进屋中,像轻轻的纱,白白的绢,好轻柔!大街上是雾的世界。几米外根本看不见人的身影,似乎大雾把一个个人都隐藏 Early in the morning, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked out the window. Ah! What can not see out the window, a thick thick fog, misty filled between heaven and earth. This fog white, so pure, so beautiful, do not mix a little variegated. I opened the window, the mist drifted into the house, like a light yarn, white silk, so gentle! The foggy world on the street. A few meters away from the human figure can not see, it seems that the fog to an individual are hidden