在我的故乡，景色优美，但我认为早晨的雾是最美的。 当我还没有醒来，雾便混着泥土的清香飞进我的房间，我接到了信号----今天有雾。
我太喜欢雾了，我穿好衣服往窗外一瞧，外面朦朦胧胧，对面的屋顶露出一点红色，整个院子被乳白色的雾罩住。当我下楼时，冉冉升起的太阳把雾变成了橘红色，周围的景物好象蒙上一层橘红色的纱，分外美丽。太阳越升越高，雾变成紫微微的了，周围的树、草透出一丝绿意。
I like fog so much. I put on my clothes and look out of the window. It's hazy outside. The opposite roof shows a little red. The whole yard is covered by milky white fog. When I went downstairs, the rising sun turned the fog into orange, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of orange yarn, which was extremely beautiful. As the sun rose higher and higher, the fog turned purple, and the trees and grass around showed a hint of green.
雾散了，房屋、树变得清晰了，人们正式投入到工作中去。 早晨的雾真美，我爱故乡的早晨。