The sun scorched the earth. The unfolded leaves rolled up at once. The delicate flowers become dry in an instant.

The lush grass hangs down its heavy head. The sun is like fire, kissing the earth. The old yellow dog was panting.

The wind is swaying gently, the white clouds are faint and ethereal, the blue sky is faint and far away, the sun is shining, the feelings are burning, and the heart is opening. It exudes great love, old lotus roots and melons fall, green beans and green fruits are strong, and enthusiasm is like fire. The spectrum is hot summer. The branches of cicadas are echoing and the earth is singing loudly.

Warm and gentle. Scattered in the forest. An old woman. Shake bananas by hand. Elegant hair. Kindness Sunset never sets in the sun. In the sky, there is not a trace of wind, and there is not a piece of colorful clouds. Miss Feng didn't come with her father-in-law.

It seems naughty to play hide-and-seek with us. Miss Liu, who usually likes to dress up, doesn't wear perfume or clips on her face, and her slender braids can't fly with the wind.

I can only hang motionless, cicadas in the tree are tearing at each other's throats, and take the opportunity to hold a special Xia Chan Chorus Competition on the branches. You see, the red team knows "squeak, what, what, what". Singing comes and goes, adding a layer of irritability to the sultry weather. "Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.