雾,一直给人以梦幻的感觉。轻纱缥缈,云气弥散,一切自然的景物在这朦胧的世界里若隐若现,空灵唯美。海边的雾气清新而洁净,夹杂着东方的鱼肚白逐渐消散;山间的雾气随着高度的增加而厚积,云雾相接处融为一体;城市的雾气在楼宇间游走,随着早晨的第一缕阳光慢慢掀起它的轻纱……于是,在文学的世界中,人们创造出腾云驾雾、吞 Fog, has been given a fantastic feeling. Light gauntlets, clouds diffuse, all the natural scenery in this faint world looming, ethereal aesthetic. The fog of the seaside is fresh and clean, and the white of the white fish in the east is gradually dissipated. The mist in the mountains grows thicker with the increase in height, and the clouds meet at one another. The mist of the city walks around the buildings, A ray of sunshine slowly set off its veil ... ... So, in the literary world, people create a cloud of clouds, swallow