又一次到了冬天,又一次看到了晨雾。初冬的天气还不是很冷,但窗户上已经蒙上了一点霜花。早上起来向窗外凝望,我就被一片白色震撼了。不是窗花,而是雾。我没料到这雾来得如此汹涌,但仔细看看,又像梦境中新娘的裙摆,看着厚重,实则轻盈飘渺。它白得太过忧伤,像一层层白色叠加在一起。我突发奇想,若是水彩晕染在上,会不会整个天空都是一片彩色?不 Once again in winter, I saw the morning fog again. The weather in early winter is not very cold, but the window has been covered with a little frost. Up in the morning, staring out the window, I was shocked by a white. Not window grille, but fog. I did not expect this fog to be so turbulent, but closer look, like the bride’s skirt in the dream, looking thick, but in reality, light ethereal. It is too white and sad, like layers of white superimposed together. I suddenly whim, if watercolor blooming in, will the entire sky is a color?