晨雾

2023-02-13

早上，我透过窗户往外看。啊！起雾了，外面浓雾弥漫，一片苍茫。

In the morning, I look out the window. Ah! It's foggy. There's a thick fog outside. It's all grey.

我走在大路上，仔细观赏着这白茫茫的大雾。近处的花草树木，远处的楼房在雾中若隐若现；阳光一点儿也不耀眼，路上的行人来来往往看不清他们的面孔，只听到杂碎的脚步声和自行车的铃声。

I walk on the road, watching the white fog carefully. Flowers and trees nearby, buildings in the distance looming in the fog; the sun is not dazzling at all, pedestrians on the road often can't see their faces, only hear the noise of miscellaneous footsteps and bicycle rings.

我忽然觉得自己也在仙境中漫游，在我的眼前不时的飘来了一阵阵轻纱似的雾。我伸手去抓雾，让我抓到了，可是又从我的指缝间溜走了。雾像一位化妆师，把我的黑黑的头发也染成了一缕缕银丝。

I suddenly felt that I was wandering in the fairyland. From time to time, there was a mist like gossamer in front of my eyes. I reached for the fog, let me catch it, but slipped through my fingers again. The fog, like a makeup artist, has dyed my black hair into silver threads.

过一会儿雾小了，大地脱下绒衣穿上了轻纱，大树已经露出它那婀娜的身姿。太阳出来了，放出了耀眼的光芒。

After a while, the fog was small. The Earth took off its flannelette and put on the light yarn. The tree had already revealed its graceful posture. The sun came out, shining brightly.

刹那间，我又置身在明亮清晰的世界。

In a flash, I was in a bright and clear world.