一part one我住在海拔一千七百米的地方,四周青山环绕,溪水潺潺,万千葳蕤包裹。如果起雾,感觉自己就是神仙了。但我毕竟不是神仙,雾模糊了万物,让人看不清真相,稍偏离一点儿,就有可能迷失。所以我谨记母训,在雾天从不敢到处瞎跑。今早,又起雾了。我靠在院门口,看着一坨黑影缓慢移动,还时不时飘出一股白烟。近了再看,是老向。只见他嘴里叼着 One part one I live at an altitude of 1,700 meters, surrounded by green hills, gurgling streams, packed with thousands of people. If the fog, I feel it is a god. But after all, I am not a god, fog obscures everything, people can not see the truth, a little off, it may be lost. So I remember mother motto, run blindly in the fog from everywhere. This morning, it’s foggy again. I rely on the courtyard door, watching the shadow slowly moving, but also from time to time floated a white smoke. Near look, is old. I saw his mouth dangling