那时在冀中乡村,我常在清晨无边的大地上看雾的飘游、雾的散落,看雾是怎样染白了草垛、屋檐和冻土,看由雾而凝成的微小如芥的水珠是怎样湿润着农家的墙头和人的衣着面颊。雾使簇簇枯草开放着簇簇霜花,只在雾落时橘黄的太阳才从将尽的雾里跳出地面。于是大地玲珑剔透起来,于是不论你正做着什么,都会情不自禁地感谢你拥有这样一个好的早晨。后来我在新迁入的这座城市度过了第一个冬天。这是一个多雾的冬天,在 At that time in rural Jizhong, I often see foggy wandering in the boundless early morning, the fog scattered, see how the fog dyed white hay, eaves and permafrost, watching the fog as small as mustard How water droplets wet the farm’s wall and human cheeks. Fog makes the clusters of hay open clusters of frost, only in the fog when the orange sun from the fog will be out of the ground. So the earth was exquisitely carved up, so no matter what you are doing, I can not help but thank you for having such a good morning. Later I spent the first winter in this newly relocated city. This is a foggy winter, at