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I want to write a time-travel novel and am in urgent need of good paragraphs describing the hot summer weather.

At noon in midsummer, the scorching sun mercilessly scorches everything in front of you: the concrete floors in the community and the buildings opposite are like bronze mirrors, glaring so hard that you can’t even open your eyes; the trees The children all had their heads drooped, feebly enduring the difficult time, and raised their heads from time to time, as if to see if there were dark clouds passing by in the distant sky. At this time, the ground seemed to be covered by a huge steam blanket, making people breathless and hot. Hiding in the air-conditioned room, I just hoped for a heavy rain soon.

On June 15th, it was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came up, the ground seemed to be on fire. Some gray air that looks like clouds but not clouds, like mist but not mist, floats low in the air, making people feel suffocated. There was no wind at all. Xiangzi looked at the gray-red sky in the yard, drank a ladle of cold water and went out.

The willow tree on the street seems to be sick, with leaves hanging on the branches and curled up with a layer of dust; the branches are too lazy to move, hanging down listlessly. There was not a single drop of water on the road, and it was dry and glowing white. The dust on the sidewalk flew up high and connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious formation of gray sand that burned the faces of passers-by. It's dry everywhere, it's hot everywhere, and it's stuffy everywhere. The whole old city is like a well-fired brick kiln, making people breathless.

That day, it was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came up, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like clouds but not clouds, or mist but not mist, floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.

The blazing fire umbrellas hung high in the sky, so hot that the fish in the river did not dare to come out of the water, the birds did not dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and even the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly.

The sun makes people restless and impatient even when they are enjoying the shade under the trees.

The sky was clear, with not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was scorching the ground; a gust of south wind blew up, rolling up a heat wave from the ground, making people feel suffocated. The weeds couldn't withstand the blazing sun, and their leaves were rolled into thin strips. In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they just woke up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move. Even the birds in the forest are resting on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to look for food.

Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer has come with green leaves dancing in the warm wind. ...The leaves of the tall poplar trees on the street are moving under the sunlight, emitting a layer of green light, and the blue sky upstairs is surrounded by a layer of white air that looks like mist but not mist; this layer of green light and white air makes people feel... I feel very happy, but a little bit dry.