What are the sentences that indicate the hot weather?
. The sunshine in midsummer is really like being dipped in pepper water, and there is no shady place on the open street.
At noon, there was not a cloud, there was a scorching sun overhead, and there was no wind. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
Summer comes so fast, and in a few days, people deeply realize what is unbearable heat. The asphalt road on the street became soft as if stepping on plasticine under the scorching sun; The buttonwood tree on the street is like a huge parasol, which brings a poor shade to the citizens under the umbrella, and it also glows with dazzling green light; The whole city is like a huge steamer, and people in the city are sweating in the steamer and feel that they will be cooked at any time.
In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush. The leaves of holly trees are bright and shiny, and the old elm trees are flourishing, which gives people a thick green shade.
I don't know where the bird is hiding. The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only the cicada kept screaming in the branches; It's really broken gongs and drums cheering for the scorching sun!
it's sweltering, there's no wind, and the thick air seems to be frozen.
that day, it was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas, like clouds and Feiyun, like fog and fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
. It's unbearably hot, and it's 125 degrees Fahrenheit in the shadow of cactus.
. In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky, and the clouds could not bear the heat and quietly disappeared without a trace. The trees on the river bank spread thick branches and leaves, trying to cover the dazzling sun.
In midsummer, it's so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.
The tireless cry of cicadas brings people a kind of summer irritability. Without a trace of wind, the earth is like a steamer.
The willows in the street look sick, their leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on their branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, vendors are afraid to shout, and the plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to be sunburned.
The clods on the ground were scalding, and a few dark brown crickets with big bellies were jumping around like springs.
even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go, but it will be sunny before summer is deep.