What are the sentences that mean the weather is hot?

The sunshine in midsummer is really like dipping in Chili water, and there is no shady place on the empty street.

At noon, there was not a cloud, there was no sun overhead, and there was no wind. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

Summer comes so fast, and in a few days, people deeply realize what is unbearable heat. The asphalt road in the street becomes soft as if stepping on plasticine in the hot sun; The buttonwood tree in the street is like a huge parasol, which brings a poor shade to the citizens under the umbrella and also emits dazzling green light; The whole city is like a huge steamer. People in the city are sweating in the steamer and feel that they will be cooked at any time.

In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush, the leaves of holly trees are shining, and the old elm trees are flourishing, giving people a thick shade.

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 weather is sultry, there is no wind, and the thick air seems to be frozen.

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.

In the blue sky in July, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

The weather is unbearably hot, and it is Fahrenheit 125 degrees in the shadow of cactus.

In the blue sky in July, the sun hangs like a fireball, and the clouds can't stand the heat and quietly hide without a trace. The trees on the river bank spread thick branches and leaves, trying to block out the glare of the sun.

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.

The tireless cry of cicadas brings people a kind of summer irritability. Without a breath of wind, the earth is like a steamer.

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.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.

I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.