It's very hot.

Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun is scorching the earth. A hot wind blew, rolling up a heat wave from the ground, and the fire made people feel suffocated. Weeds can't resist the exposure of the sun, and the leaves are rolled into thin strips. ...

In the evening at the end of July, the weather was extremely sultry, there was no wind, the branches were motionless, and only the tireless cicadas made a crisp sound.

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.