生于石海,长于石海的我,对雾总有那么一种难以割舍的情怀。石海的雾,美在她的情韵,美在她的意境,一丝丝、一缕缕、团团簇簇,无不透着她独特的魅力。那薄的雾、浓的雾、静的雾、动的雾,似乎是有了魂,千变万化、若隐若现。石海是雾的表演地,是雾的舞台,她在石海中尽情展示着自己的风姿丽采,谱奏出了一曲曲清纯美妙的音符,跳动出一个个靓丽悠柔的舞韵。石海的雾,四时不同,春夏秋冬各有 Born in Shihai, I am longer than Shihai, the fog there is always a kind of hard to let go of feelings. Stone sea fog, beauty in her charm, the United States in her mood, a trace, a plume, lined, all showing her unique charm. That thin fog, dense fog, static fog, moving fog, it seems there is a soul, ever-changing, looming. Shihai is a foggy show, is the fog stage, she enjoyed in the stone sea show her grace Li Cai, the music played out a beautiful melody notes, beats by dre, a beating out a beautiful and delicate soft rhyme. Shihai fog, four different, spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own