Long summer from summer to early summer, midsummer, midsummer, summer, summer.
Summer clothes and summer nights are hot, hot, hot and sultry. The early summer season is near long summer, just in the early summer and early summer, and spring goes to summer.
Late spring and early summer, when the order was issued, midsummer happened to be midsummer and summer was over.
This is a hot summer, summer, summer, summer.
Summer, summer, summer, summer, hot summer, hot summer, hot summer, cool summer.
Summer is very hot, summer is very hot, summer is May, yellow and June are June, and June is dog days.
Summer heat is in dog days, summer heat is in dog days, summer heat is in dog days, summer heat is in summer heat.
Late summer is rainy season, rainy season and summer harvest season.
Spring planting and summer harvest, summer sowing and summer harvest, summer harvest in xia yang, hot summer in June.
Summer is hot, summer is terrible, sun is poisonous, sun is poisonous, hot, sun is blazing, summer is hot, summer is hot, summer is hot, summer is full of meaning, summer mountains are blue, Xia Shu is green, summer water, soup, summer moon and cicada are singing.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."
Summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.
The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain were so hot that they bent down and bowed their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.
The willow tree in shady street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.
It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath. In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings. There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking. Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore. The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified. The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils. Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger. I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.