绿草苍苍,白雾茫茫。经过一夜雨暴风狂的北山,青山如黛,绿茵似毯,在浓浓的迷雾和万籁静谧中慢慢地苏醒过来,云雀、百灵、叫天子一声声清脆悦耳的啾啾声,从一簇簇灌木丛中传出,唱响了北山黎明的奏鸣曲。风和雾,在北山的黎明中纠缠着、撕扯着,风一会儿把浓雾撕开一条裂缝,浓雾又马上修补了这条伤痕。北山的晨雾就是这么神奇,它不是从远处飘来的,而是从草丛中缓缓蒸发 Green grass gray, white fog vast. After a night of rain storm Kitayama, Aoyama Rude, green like a blanket, in the thick fog and Wanlai quietly slowly wake up, Lark, Braun, called the son of a crisp and clear tweet, from a cluster of shrubs Cong Cong Zhong Sheng, sung the dawn of Kitayama sonata. Wind and fog, entangled in the dawn of the Kitayama, tearing, the wind for a while torn a thick fog of cracks, dense fog immediately repaired this scar. Beishan morning fog is so magical, it is not floated from a distance, but slowly evaporated from the grass