In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

The sun is lower and red as blood. On the surface of the water, a striking broad light wave extends from the edge of the ocean to the side of the ship.

The spring breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance all over the lake.

It's late autumn, and the sun is lazily hanging in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.

The sunshine in late autumn is like the orange lampshade on the quilt, which gives off soft light and shines on the body and face, which is warm.

As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.