Excerpts of composition materials describing the heat of summer

The willow tree on the street seemed to be sick. The leaves were hung with dust and curled up on the branches, and the branches were motionless. The road was glowing with white light, and the vendors did not dare to shout. The plexiglass signs at the store entrances seemed to have been burned away by the sun.

This summer, it is so hot that walking on the street is as uncomfortable as entering a steam room.

There was no cloud in the sky, a scorching sun overhead, no wind, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

The sun is like fire, the earth is like a steamer, and it is so hot that people can’t breathe.

In the scorching summer, my heart becomes anxious as the temperature rises.

Those ironware, when exposed to the summer sun, are like roasted sweet potatoes, making people afraid to touch them.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire.

The weather was so hot, as if a spark would cause an explosion.

In the hot summer, the birds are hiding somewhere; the grass and trees are hanging their heads; the dogs are so hot that they stick out their tongues and pant constantly. In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush, the leaves of the holly trees are shiny, and the old elm branches are lush, providing people with a thick green shade.

Summer is coming so quickly, and within a few days people will deeply understand what it means to be unbearably hot. The asphalt road on the street became soft under the scorching sun, as if stepping on plasticine; the sycamore tree on the street was like a huge parasol, bringing a bit of pitiful shade to the citizens under the umbrella. It was also glowing with dazzling green light; the whole city was like a huge steamer, and the people in the city were sweating in the steamer, feeling that they were about to be cooked at any time.

I like it, I like the green summer, because in summer you can enjoy swimming in the swimming pool. Summer brings joy to children, they are the happiest angels in summer. I like it, I like the stormy summer, because the summer rain is so bold and straightforward. The lotus flowers in summer give us a smile, and the lotus leaves in summer show us their charm. 6. There was no cloud in the sky, a scorching sun overhead, no wind, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

The little bird is hiding somewhere; the grass and trees are all downcast, as if they are dying; only the cicada keeps making broken screams on the branches; it is really a broken gong and a drum. The scorching sun cheers for you!

The cicadas kept making irritating sounds on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.

There was no cloud at noon, a scorching sun overhead, no wind, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

Walking on the road, the wind blows in my face like a heat wave.