Fog, long waves, waves. Oh, what a heavy fog! In the distance, fog filled the mountains, leaving only a vague outline. I don't know when, there are flying lions, leisurely camels, peacocks and sleeping tigers in the foggy sea ... Fog has such magical power, which is colorful and unpredictable, adding endless charm to the mountains; Nearby, the grass is green, Lin Ruhai is green, and indigo is solemn.

The valley is full of long mist, walking quietly up the mountain alone, like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest and not getting it. Cold fog, sticky, cold, slowly floating. Obviously, the waves are undulating and chasing each other, just like the waves on a dangerous sea. The fog turned off the lights on the car, and nothing could be seen except the fog for a few yards. The polluted air exhaled by tired horses mixed in the fog, as if they had caused all this.