绵绵的春雨,灼人的夏日,萧瑟的秋风,漫天的冬雪,历来都是诗人笔下常见的题材,而诗人对那漫天的雾,更是情有独钟。瞧,那若隐若现的轻雾多么像一层轻薄的帘帐,又像花仙子那白得透明的裙子。模模糊糊的,让人有一种“不识庐山真面目”的感觉。阳光透过雾气在路旁洒下一抹光晕,鲜花在阳光下如同一颗颗小星星一样闪着光芒。苏味道曾在他的《咏雾》中这样写:“氤氲(yīn yūn)起洞壑,遥裔匝平畴。乍似含龙剑,还疑映蜃(shèn)楼。”不错,雾充满了神秘感,给世界增添了无限的生机。 Rainy spring, scorching summer, bleak autumn wind, the sky of winter snow, has always been a poet’s common subject matter, and the poet on the sky fog, it is a soft spot. Look, how looming mist looks like a thin curtain, and looks like a flower fairy that white and transparent skirt. Obscure, people have a “do not know the true colors” feeling. The sun shines through the mist on the roadside, and the flowers shine like stars in the sun. Sue flavor in his “Wing of the Mist,” wrote: “氤 氲 (yīn yūn) from the hole, remote descent Pingchou. At first glance containing the Dragon Sword, but also suspected Mirage (shèn) floor.” Good, fog Full of mystery, to the world has added unlimited vitality.