The midsummer weather, the blazing sunshine, sweep away the crystal dewdrops in the morning, and dominate the universe until after dusk. What a heavy and boring time it is! Under this kind of oppression, people feel lazy and seem to have lost their active vitality. Especially in the afternoon, it is even more terrifying and steamy; the small stones lying on the road make a sound, and the soles of the feet are burning. At this time, in the small garden, the bowed phalaenopsis and the drunken red roses all showed their tired postures for the frightening light and heat. Only the golden and silver vines hidden deep in the leaves were still there. Blooming very luxuriantly. When a sultry summer wind passed through there, it blew the strong medicinal fragrance into the open door facing the yard.
Lu Xun's "Showing to the Public" The weather was extremely hot in the summer of this year. Although our Xiling Township is a mountainous township, it was unbearably hot during the day. You took off all your clothes and only wore a pair of shorts. The sweat is still pouring down. It wasn't until the sun set in the evening that the wind started to blow from the Beigan Mountains. It was cool and smelled of absinthe and pine resin.
"Ivory Ring" by Lu Yin There has not been a drop of rain in the past two weeks; a light milky mist fills the air, covering the distant trees; from there, there is a burning smell. Many gray clouds with hazy outlines floated leisurely in the blue sky and crawled slowly over; the strong dry wind kept blowing, but it could not drive away the heat.
"Crickets" by Ren Dalin July has passed, and the summer month has followed. This seems to be a natural aspect. Looking at the lovers in Tabuli Factory, they are so enthusiastic, especially to win against them. As if to be strong. The air in this place, which had been so refreshing in spring and early summer, had become stagnant and sleepy. The thick atmosphere always pressed down on them; at noon, the whole land seemed to be faint. The higher slopes on the grassland are all turned yellow by the scorching sun like those in Ethiopia, but here where the water is murmuring, there is still bright green grass.
(Russia) "The Noble House" by Turgenev The sun shines through the dense leaves of the elm tree, casting the round shadow of the sun on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the scent of new wheat and wormwood. Late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons, and they are the best days of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, the ground is still a bit green, and the people are not too busy.
(English) Hardy's "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" As soon as the storm stopped, the yellow dust rested on the earth. The withered yellow Shagangzi, like a dead dragon, lies in the grassland. The late summer sun peeked out from behind a thin bluestone-like cloud, like countless fireballs thrown from the sky, rolling down on the grassland and scorching almost everything on the grassland. The willows by the river drooped their leaves and lowered their tips. The wild chrysanthemums that had just bloomed also curled up their petals and shrank under the green grass. It was so hot that people could hardly breathe.
Shagangzi seemed to be on fire. On the sandy slope, the young shepherd climbed up alone. He crawled for a while, sat up to catch his breath, and resumed crawling. He stepped on the hot sand with his bare feet and climbed to the top of the sand hill. The sand he stepped on was like a trickle of river water, making a low rustling sound and flowing to the foot of the hill.