Fog

I admire nature and escape into nature, which has always been my eternal complex. I gradually get up early and walk. In the early morning of early winter, there was a deep chill in the air. When the door was opened gently, a thick fog and cold rushed in, as if the door was pushed open by them. As usual, take your steps as lightly as possible for fear of breaking others’ dreams. At this time, the outdoor is different from the past. The thick mist covers the whole world completely. The morning light has been scattered in the whole space by thick fog. The sky and the Earth are mixed together, and we can’t distinguish Where is the sky and where is the world. The eyes of the world are blocked by dense fog within a few meters. I don’t know where is the small mountain village in front of me? Once the magnificent mountain across people’s sight, I don’t know where to stand? I suspect that this time is not in the world, but in the legendary fairyland. Only from the depth of the fog, the murmur of flowing water vaguely reminded me that I was indeed in the world at this time. Strolling in the thick fog, the moist moisture in the air rushed towards me, washing your cheeks gently like drizzle, cold and soft, just like a young girl’s slender hands gently stroking your skin, it seems that nature gives me the most gentle, sweet and pure kiss, and I want to hug it with open arms. However, the elf who is wandering in the world cannot touch it when he is on the scene, which gives people a kind of dimly feeling. Looking up to the sky, I saw a vast expanse of white and could not see one meter of starlight. It was just like fishing for the remaining Moon, struggling alone in the sky, making me pale and helpless. I really doubt that the mist spreading to the sky is the lonely tears of Chang ‘e. Like smoke, rain and fog, dreams are lingering in my heart. The depth of the fog is no longer the mountain in front of me, but the wonderful world outside. My eyes pass through this mist and connect me with the outside world. Just like standing in the sky and looking at the Earth, everything is in my eyes. The mountains in the past can no longer stop my sight, and human nature has been flying and sublimated again in this fog. The world that was presented in front of me at first was the light, which seemed so weak in the thick fog. However, in this boundless world, only it accompanied the Cold Moon in the sky, it shows the tacit understanding between heaven and earth, which is silent. I don’t want the world after the fog to break the wonderful mood, roll up the hazy light between the Earth and the Earth, return to the shabby room, treasure this beautiful Dreamland in the bottom of my heart, and make the world in the fog unknown all the time. Praise on December 8, 2012 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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