In the summer afternoon, cicadas croak weakly in the branches, and even the black dog under the tree sticks out its tongue. After a while, the cicada died down, and I don't know when a gust of wind blew out of the window, which made the lonely tree tremble a few times and even the girl's temples were messy. Looking up at the window, there are dark clouds in the sky, which is terrible and unique. That kind of ink seems to go from shallow to deep, especially in the center of the cloud, as if it were as black and shiny as a girl's braid. It's like someone's child knocked over the ink bottle, and it's like a painter's painting. The dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, as if they are ready to go. There is no light in the sky, and it is getting dark. Even the distant scenery is hazy. Whether it's shiny headlights, soft street lamps or a few pedestrians, they are all hazy under the mist and all blend in with the dense fog. Brilliant white clouds seem to have been rendered by thick ink, which is really like Dongpo's famous sentence, "Dark clouds can't cover mountains with ink, but white rain jumps over boats." This time of summer, although a little more depressed, but a little more heroic.
Just like the dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, that is, when they flash, the sky will be white and bright. Then it returned to the darkness. It's lightning Lightning parted the thick clouds, releasing dazzling light, surrounded by strange purple light. Like a huge demon, flashing greedy eyes; It is also like a poisonous snake, spitting its evil letter, and the aggressive beam makes people shudder. Bang, the thunder was like lightning, like a rock-breaking, and even the glass rattled, as if the world had committed a heinous crime, which provoked the jade emperor's great anger. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, mixed with dead leaves and dust, constantly beating the doors and windows, and even the temples of pedestrians are blown away, making it difficult to walk and looking flustered. Wind, thunder and electricity interweave into a symphony, making the sky dark and restless.