The writing materials of college novels describe hot summer days.

The written materials describe the hot summer.

The weather in summer is very hot. The sun sprinkles heat on the earth, and the wind is too lazy to blow. If it rains lightly, the children will run in the light rain and take a cold bath.

Is it really hot in summer? In the early morning, there is already a trace of heat in the air, occasionally mixed with a trace of cool wind. The sun came out, shining on every tree, every grass, every flower and everyone. ...

In summer, the fireball-like sun makes ordinary people vast, and the bustling streets become deserted, because people are afraid of heat and scorching sun and hide in comfortable air-conditioned rooms.

Although the burning sun has not yet come directly, the sand on the roadside has already revealed a timid light. The grass seems to be unable to withstand the scorching sun and slowly hangs down its leaves. Only the fish in the pond are not afraid of the heat and swim freely in the water in the trees on the shore.

Listen, there are unique sounds in summer, such as the sound of beer, the sound of frogs and the cheerful songs of birds; Look, the sun is burning in the sky, which makes you afraid to look. Stand in the sun for a while, and you will be sweating all over. When you become a webmaster, you will be as black as an African.

The leaves stood there with their heads down, motionless, as if complaining that the sun was shining so strongly that there was no cloud in the sky. The sun shines on the hot ground, and the grass can't resist the exposure of the sun, even the leaves are rolled into thin strips.

There are often horns and cars on the road. Although the weather is fine, there are still many cars shuttling back and forth on the road, and many people are walking on the zebra crossing. There is air conditioning in the car, which makes it hotter outside and makes people feel very irritable and lifeless. Birds don't know where to hide, and the vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying, and only cicadas keep making high-pitched calls on 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.