Don't use the word "hot" to describe the scenery and express the hot weather and people's mood.

Wan Li is clear and sunny. There were no pedestrians in the street, and the air smelled of anxiety. He walked listlessly on the asphalt, just like stepping on cotton candy under his feet. Raise your eyes and look at the alley mouth in the distance. Above the ground, there seems to be a ripple-like tremor. The cicada in the distance, tirelessly calling, made him more and more anxious, and the neckline of his clothes was soaked with sweat. Cicada is still chirping excitedly. He took a deep breath, and the hot feeling made him thirsty. Listening to the endless cicadas, he finally couldn't help it. With a thud, a stone accurately broke the glass of a family. An old man stuck out his head and cursed, but he could hear nothing. He fell to the ground and did not wake up.