早晨上学的时候,我刚打开房门,一股白烟便向我袭来。我抬头一望,哇,好大的雾呀!雾把周围笼罩得严严实实的,远处的山呀、村庄呀、房子呀,都看不清了。雾白白的,像一个个棉花团飘浮在空中,一会儿分散,一会儿聚拢,一会儿徐徐升腾,一会儿滚滚向前。看着看着,我似乎被托在了半空中,进入了童话般的世界。 When I went to school in the morning, I just opened the door and a white smoke hit me. I looked up, wow, a big fog it! Fog around the tightly enveloped, distant mountains, the village ah, the house ah, can not see clearly. Fog in vain, like a cotton group floating in the air, while dispersed, while gathering, while slowly rising, while billowing forward. Looked at it, I seem to be asked in mid-air into the fairy-tale world.