Describe the weather and people

The sky is like a pot cover, there is no cool breeze in the air, sweat can't stop flowing down my cheeks, clothes are stuck on my back, even the dogs on the side don't listen, and cicadas on the trees are noisy ... I long for even a little bit of coolness, just like the dry earth longs for rain and dew.

Outside the window, the cicada in the tree cried desperately, and there was no wind. The air seems to have solidified and become sticky, making people feel chest tightness, unable to breathe, and breathing becomes difficult.

At this time, there was no one in the street, and the sharp blade of the sun shone directly on the ground, dazzling people. The asphalt road seems to have lost its former hardness and become soft, and stepping on it is a footprint. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, sighed, and threw the pen on the desk full of books.