It's easy to write a composition about 100 when the weather is sultry, but this

This passage is about the hot weather in Camel Xiangzi.

The willow tree in the street is sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are too lazy to move.

The gatherer hung his head. There was not a drop of water on the road. It was dry and white. How high the dust on the sidewalk flies, and the sky.

The gray gas on the floor forms a vicious gray sand array, which burns the faces of pedestrians. Everywhere is dry, everywhere is hot, everywhere is suffocating.

Boring, the whole old city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs crawl on the ground and stick out their red tongues, while mules and horses open their nostrils.

Others are big, vendors dare not shout, and asphalt roads melt; Even the bronze medal in front of the store seems to be getting sunburned. Street anomaly

It was quiet, except for the anxious monotonous jingle of copper and iron shops. People who pull carts know that they are not active.

They are too lazy to go shopping when they have food: some put their cars in some shady places, set up carports and take a nap in them; have

Go into a small teahouse to drink tea; Some didn't pull the car out at all, but went to the street to see if it was possible to get off. that

Even the most beautiful young men are willing to lose face and dare not run again, just walk slowly with their heads down.

Every well has become their savior, no matter how many steps they have just pulled, they will rush to see the well; Can't catch up with the newly pumped water, so he and the donkey

The horses are filling the tank with air. Also, because of the heat, or cyanosis, walking will always hit the ground.

No, get up.

I made up the following passage myself. Let me have a look.

The sun is shining, and pedestrians in the street are holding umbrellas in twos and threes. They didn't dare to walk too fast, but they were too scared. They got wet and hurried back inside. Thinking that there is always a cool place and a windy place to rest. The trees beside the street are gray and have lost the vitality and vigor of the morning. Two or three children ran into a cold drink shop with a smile, quickly opened the refrigerator and took out a popsicle. Three times, five times and two times, they unpacked the package and sent it to their mouths in a hurry. One of them put his head in front of the electric fan and tried to dissipate heat through the fan. The hula wind messed up the hair on the sideburns, but it couldn't blow away the hot air. Hot! Hot! Hot! Not worth a word "hot".

Hey ... I haven't written for a long time ... my hands are thin ...