Speaking of enjoying the sweat.

The mood of enjoying the sweat steam is as follows:

1, what a nice day, not to mention the heat, you can sweat at home, you can sweat when you go out, you can sweat everywhere, and you can evaporate viruses and fat. What a good thing, this is called empathy ~

I just arrived in America at that time, and I was "tired and tired" all day. The elevators in the school are also crowded. I don't like it, and I'm afraid people will dislike me. The high temperature at work makes me sweat, and I can even smell the restaurant in China. I always walk upstairs, and the stairs are always desolate and quiet. I always take out a wooden comb to comb my hair calmly, or calmly, between climbing stairs. I don't want American students to know that China students all run more than ten blocks in one breath and go directly to school from the restaurant, which is an animal stubbornness.

3. It's all sweat. Am I in a sauna now?

Summer is a fire, the building is a stove, I am meat, steaming steamed bread in the room.

5, thousands of miles of steaming, Wan Li stew, inside and outside the city, wave after wave, every street corner, basic baking, indoor sauna, steaming, lying is teppanyaki.

6. When the lights on the stage are on, dreams will come on stage, fragments of memories will suddenly appear in your mind, and how many tears and sweat will slowly evaporate. Now I want to shine for myself. If I had my life to live over, my choice would still be the same.

7. I always feel that summer is the season with the strongest sense of existence, and the sweat that evaporates all the time proves this. We all complain about the aggressive arrogance of overheated summer in various tones, but we cherish spring, autumn and winter.

In the hot summer, the fiery red sun hangs high in the air, desperately squeezing light and heat to every place in the world. The air gives people the illusion of being in a sauna, that is, at night, the temperature is still so high, and the steamed sweat rolls down from people. The willows on the roadside are listless and sometimes roll down some "sweat". At this time, only cicadas are tirelessly calling for summer.