"do not know the true colors

fog, and the window is not the birth of the hot sun, overcast day.
filled with fog, a vast. Opened the window, thick fog smart drilling room, instant warm occupy the space, the slightest cold hit,glance over the product name again, could not help tightening arm and hold their own. Looking around, the whole world seems to have been enveloped in a huge smoke in the distance appears only a few steps away daily in the high-rise buildings have been looming like a mirage-like, do not see real; fog, so big Oh!
on the way, the old familiar flowers and grass, a tree, a wooden Juyi change Yingyingchaochuo. Road vehicle back and forth, sobbing Diming the instantaneous already close, look back, as if a regiment had stormed the purple smoke, into the misty beauty of fairy-like. Oh, remember that the first well-known poems: sunshine incense Health Zi Yan. Ziyan pale eyes flying around, the suspect in a dream, but I know but true, this is a dream outside.
so in this "paradise" in Mission Hills a, veil-like mist curl floated here and there in front of Nana, blurred world, dim eyes, mischievous fun of it the sleeves, floating body sway in the air with a moist fragrance, with a distant church bell, whistle song car, flowers, the whisper of the waves beat rock sound, spread around the ears. Inadvertently's on his face, in the lips, in the eyelids, hair covered floor in the mist, wet and cool, very badly! Shrugged, watching mist filling the palm, rapidly close, you want to take it. But it had calmly away from fingers, proud of dancing in the air. Song Su Shi wrote: "do not know the true colors, only from within the mountain," is not a thousand years ago, Su Shi also had this been filled the misty forward, forget Cheng pulls back, forget who and where are in any Department of experience, so was able to write this classic poem then?
days, gradually brighter. Fog, gradually faded. . . Soft sunshine, the earth and reveal shy posture, often said that rain is water, past life, water is the wind of the previous life, the wind is the fog of past life. Fog then? Fog Who's past life? ? ? Oh, the fog will slowly cemented drops, crystal clear; fog will slowly evaporate into water vapor, misty without a trace. I know, sky fog, after all, is to shrink in the sunlight convergence type, gradually dissipated, too,. Then the collection of this season's beautiful, gentle embrace fog into the Wye, as the beautiful scenery must be an unexpected fortune. . .