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The Enchanting Beauty of a Foggy Morning |
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I have seen tender rain, beautiful snowflakes, and gorgeous rainbows, but I have
never seen a morning as charming as this.
Early in the morning, my mother woke me up, and after a lazy wash-up, I found
out that she had not prepared breakfast yet. I had no choice but to silently
walk out of the house. As I stepped outside, I noticed a white mist surrounding
everything, and a chilly breeze swept across my face, causing me to shiver. As I
walked forward, the fog slowly parted, leading me through a mystical wonderland.
The sun in the sky seemed to be engulfed by the morning mist, conquered by its
power and remained invisible. The gentle breeze made the fog look ethereal and
surreal.
Everything in the mist was hazy. The withered yellow grass struggled to survive,
the sparkling dewdrops lost their luster, and a thin veil of white covered the
leaves of the trees. This hazy mist piqued my curiosity, and I couldn't resist
reaching out to touch it. However, it slipped through my fingers as I tried to
grab it. I also wanted to smell it, and took a deep breath, but all I could
smell was the scent of soil. I even wanted to embrace it, but it refused my
friendly overtures.
I walked aimlessly and unconsciously ended up on a small path leading up the
mountain. The mist covered mountains resembled green emeralds embedded in a
white belt, or like white gossamer on a green fairy's dress, or the thin veil on
an Indian woman's face. The quiet path up the mountain was especially serene,
and as the saying goes, "a winding path leads to a secluded spot, where the
temple is hidden deep among the flowers and trees." The temples in the mountains
were faintly visible, and a wisp of smoke rose slowly. "The mountain light
delights the bird's nature, and the pond's reflection empties the human heart."
Although I did not come to gaze upon my reflection in the pond, all my
distractions had already dissipated in the face of such a spectacle.
Occasionally, I would hear the birds chirping, perhaps also beguiled by the
charm of this scene.
It lacked the tender affection of rain, the colorful splendor of a rainbow, and
the romantic cuteness of snowflakes, but it possessed a unique beauty- a serene
beauty, a dreamlike beauty, a simple beauty, and an ordinary beauty. |
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