沉沉的大雾,似乎永远也不会消散地弥漫着,笼罩在石湖上空。迷迷蒙蒙,混混沌沌,任什么都看不出来,若不是咿咿呀呀的桨声,船头逆浪的水声,和远处湖村稀疏的、不甚响亮的鞭炮声,真会以为是一个死去的世界。那劈脸而来的浓雾,有时凝聚成团,有时飘洒如雨,有时稠得使人感到窒息难受,有时丝丝缕缕地游动着,似乎松散开了,眼前留出一点可以回旋的空际。但是,未容喘息工夫,顷 Heavy fog, it seems that will never be dissipated filled, shrouded in Shihu over. Fancy, chaos chaos, anything can not see it, if not Baba Yeah oar, the sound of the boat against the waves, and the distant Lake Village sparse, not very loud firecrackers, I really think it is A dead world The dense fog that splits his face sometimes coalesces into groups, sometimes drifting like rain, and sometimes it feels suffocating thick, sometimes sloshing around, it seems loose, leaving a little empty space to maneuver around. However, no breathing room, are