见多了城市的雾、乡村的雾,一直想看看山中的雾,周末终得此行。以前看书上写山中的雾最是变幻无常,亲眼所见,果然如此。晨间有雾,暮时亦有雾,晴时有雾,雨时还是有雾。雾是山的衣裳,一座座青青的山,叫雾给打扮得嫩了、绿了,就连鸟鸣声,也给雾滤得清亮悠扬。走进山里,看见远处山头上一片薄薄的雾飘来,一会儿功夫,天际、山岗,皆于雾色中消隐。渐渐地,雾越积越厚,越扯越大,翻而为波,涌而为涛,潮水般将苍松、翠竹都淹没了。此 See the fog of the city, the fog of the country, always want to see the fog in the mountains, the weekend finally get this trip. Before reading the book to write the most fog in the mountains is fickle, witnessed, it really is. Fog in the morning, fog in the evening, mist in the clear, rainy or foggy. Fog is a mountain of clothes, a green hill, called the fog to dress tender, green, and even the birdsong sound, but also to the fog filter clear and melodious. Into the mountains, saw a distant hill over a thin fog floated, while Kung Fu, the sky, hills, all in the fog in the blanking. Gradually, the thicker the fog, the thicker the more, the more the bigger the waves, turned into waves, surging and Tao, the tide will be pines, bamboo flooded. this