The handover ceremony of autumn and winter was held in the fog. There are no bright lights, no grandiose ceremonies and music, only misty mist. The breezy northwest wind blows the branches as if welcoming the arrival of winter.

Fog hangs over the earth, and everything is as foggy as a shawl. The hills in the distance can't see the top of your head, and the Woods seem to hide, hide, hide.

The breeze blew, bringing a little coolness. Ruthless leaves have fallen, spreading a thick layer on the earth. Beauticians and cleaners in the city still get up early, carrying brooms and facing the city. It is not a broom, but a huge brush, which depicts a beautiful working environment and learning environment for people. Look, all the other trees have fallen leaves, and small yellow leaves are falling in the rotation. Only the green bamboo leaves remain delicate and tall. In the morning mist and breeze, Binbin nodded as if welcoming the early arrival of his classmates. A group of primary school students are walking in the morning fog, giving out sweet laughter from time to time.

Fog, crawling slowly, came to our school and was among us like a walking doll. The campus is still foggy. There was a loud sound of reading in the classroom, and the lights flashed in the fog, like countless stars beating.

Dispersed, the fog gradually dispersed, and the sun showed less than half of its face, red. The light and heat from its proud face bring us vitality and all the beautiful things.

In the morning, a beautiful morning, Xin Wei, who has just been unearthed, looks up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, and picks up the pen of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, Lang Lang's reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.