清晨的雾，

                                          真是无比奇幻。

                                          像天女洒下的白粉，

                                          唤醒了山上的草木。

                                          大车小车挂夜灯，

                                          像老爷爷走夜路。

                                          看不见山，

                                          看不见树。

                                          太阳一出山，

                                          雾就慢慢散。

                                          啊！清晨的雾写也写不完，

                                          我要把它们绘成一幅画，

                                          挂在我家的墙角下。                                          惠州市光彩小学三（3）班许跃