“torrid summer”

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This summer day, like a child's face, always changes. In the morning, the sky is clear and the sun is shining in Wan Li. In the afternoon, it gets dark ...

In the sky, dark clouds are rolling and rushing, coming from all directions, piling up in piles and piles, becoming more and more dense, like a horde of horses pressing down on the roof first. The distant mountains are gray, overwhelmed by the dark clouds on the horizon, and the low sky seems to indicate that a rainstorm is coming.

Sure enough, the wind was blowing hard, shaking the trees and making a strange sound "hoo-hoo-" Suddenly, the light flashed in the dark sky. Ah, it was lightning! "Pa-la-la-",lightning suddenly tore the sky, and then, the sound of "bang" resounded through the whole heaven and earth. The sound was deafening and scared me to jump, and the dazzling light lit up the sky. Then, the pouring rain fell from the sky, like a huge waterfall, covering the sky from a distance. The sky split in half and let the rain fall, and the wind rolled with heavy rain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The rain column is like a row of swords, stabbing the ground obliquely, and devouring the whole world like a dragon. The thunder roared in the middle of the low clouds, followed by

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In the midsummer of July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot, the soil in the field is smoking, and cicadas are singing desperately in the trees ...

In the hot summer, I really felt the heat and hardship. It is precisely because of this that I really noticed a group of people who once didn't care-migrant workers. They made strenuous efforts in exchange for ...

In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of "click, click" not far away. I went to the balcony and saw such a scene: a group of migrant workers were carrying bricks in full swing against the burning sun, and one of the short workers was struggling to beat the bricks, watching his weather-beaten face covered with raised dust. Every time he hit it, his body twitched and his facial muscles twisted.

The sun seems to be a big fireball, burning the earth crazily, and the heat seems to have no mercy on them. They are still working hard there, not afraid, their faces are shining with crystal sweat, some of them are naked and upright, and they have been working for a long time, regardless of everything, just to catch up with the construction period, building tall buildings with their rough and dark hands and decorating every corner of the city.

Unconsciously, the sun has climbed very high. I strolled to the east and west in the living room, and I couldn't help feeling sorry for them, as if the little migrant worker had hit me in the heart with a hammer. Why should these migrant workers suffer under the scorching sun? What do people living in villas think? I can't help thinking. ......

I returned to the balcony, and the sun was even more sinister, giving off dazzling light, and the sun scorched their bow-shaped backs.

The heat of summer and sweat have shaped the beauty and civilization of this city.

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Every summer, it is so hot. The temperature is getting higher every day, which makes people unbearable and the earth unbearable.

The burning sun scorched the earth, and cicadas cried "cicada, cicada" in the tree, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot." Dogs are so hot that they spit out their tongues; Wandering kittens are running around looking for cool shade.

At noon, I went to class. On the way, I saw many adults, wearing hats and facing the scorching sun, sending their children to class, with sweat as big as beans flowing on their faces. Some workers are not afraid of the strong sunlight, but still work in obscurity, although sweat soaked their clothes. The original vibrant plants also complained bitterly, the grass bowed its head by the sun, and the small flowers were withered by the sun.

This is summer, hot summer.

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