A good word for summer.

Four words or idioms: scorching sun, dog days, scorching sun, sweating like a pig, sweating like rain, unbearable heat, torrential rain, dark clouds rolling, stormy winds, summer trees green, lotus flowers reflecting the sun, summer heat transpiration, and scorching sun like fire. The scorching summer sun is scorching. The sun is scorching. The sun is scorching. The gale is burning. The fiery red sun is burning. The fiery red sun is burning. The burning umbrella is high. Flaming clouds are like burning sea, sky, clouds and hot air. Summer in xia yang is terrible. Summer is like blue.

The sun is like fire, the heat is unbearable, the sun is in the sky, the sun is burning, and the storm is raging.

No winter, no summer, no matter winter or summer. It means never stopping all year round.

Xia Yuyu is a metaphor for helping others in time.

The metaphor of summer furnace and winter fan does not meet the needs of the times, and it takes efforts to get benefits.

Summer insects compare ice to people's knowledge.

Summer insects are far from ice. Time limits everyone's knowledge.

Warm in winter and warm in summer: the same as "clear". Warm quilts for parents in winter and fan seats for parents in summer, which means taking care of relatives. It means warm in winter and cool in summer.

Warm in winter and cool in summer make parents warm in winter and cool in summer. This refers to the filial piety of the Son of Man. Now it is also called warm in winter and cool in summer.

The metaphor of winter fan and summer furnace is not appropriate. It is also a metaphor for useless things.

The sun in winter and the clouds in summer in Xia Yun. Metaphor is gentle and amiable, which makes people willing to approach.

Dongge refers to beautiful clothes.

Spring breeze, summer rain and spring breeze: spring breeze; Summer rain: Mao Mao rain in summer. Spring breeze is warm, and summer rain moistens and nourishes everything. Metaphor is to teach and help people.

Holding ice in winter and holding fire in summer describe hard work and self-encouragement.

Reciting Xia Xian's original meaning in spring requires different learning methods according to the season. Later refers to reading and learning.

Spring is long and summer is long, autumn harvest and winter storage are spring germination, summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage. Refers to the general process of agricultural production. It is also a metaphor for the occurrence and development of things.

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Lush spring has passed, with a flick of a finger. June 22nd arrived, and the sun stood directly on the Tropic of Cancer. Summer, the season of filariasis, is coming again.

Summer is a season of changing faces. It sometimes cries and sometimes laughs. In a short time, Wan Li was clear, the blue sky was like washing, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun was like fire; For a while, the sky was low and dark, the clouds were gathering and the wind roared; After a while, the weather went on the rampage, with lightning and thunder; It will rain cats and dogs later. It rained for a while, and Hongqiao flew north and south. Summer is like a child's face, changing without warning.

Summer is a season of rapid development. Everything is growing wildly, especially the green in that summer, which was thick and deep and occupied all over the mountains. Although it is a flower, it is actually green, fat, red and thin. After the rain, bamboo shoots sprang up overnight, bamboo grew rapidly, its joints stood straight, the original grass grew in pieces, and the towering trees in the forest added a circle of rings.

Summer is a hot season. In the scorching sun, the fireball of nuclear fusion, dogs sticking out their tongues, cicadas chirping testily, the asphalt road is soft and the fish come out for air. The people who worked in the hot summer sweated like rain, and the crops were wilted by sweat. They stood there lazily. Some fields that have been waiting for nectar for a long time have cracked, and farmers are cooking soup and busy pumping water for irrigation. The water hibiscus in full bloom in the pond is like the burning Olympic torch, some are in bud, the river is showing sharp corners, and dragonflies are standing on it. In the shallow rivers, lakes and seas, leisure people enjoy sunbathing on the beach and occasionally swim in the water. It's raining, and it's ticking. The rain hits the green plums, flicking the bamboo windows and blooming the scenery of this beautiful city. At night, the clouds collect rain and rest, the moon is thousands of miles away, the sky is full of stars, crickets play, frogs croak and have a beautiful melody, which constitutes a symphony.

Summer is a changeable, ever-changing and magnificent season, and it has been performing an exciting and magnificent history. Life has the same summer, and now we are in such a summer. "Don't wait, white boy, empty sorrow!" We should cherish summer, constantly enrich ourselves, make life better and welcome fruitful autumn.

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is full of sweetness and intoxication.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

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.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on.

It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

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.

It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.