At noon in July, the sun is like fire, and the surrounding air is hot, as if it can light a match. In hot summer, the sun is like a fire, scorching the earth. Even if you put raw eggs on the ground, they will be cooked in less than two minutes.
In the afternoon, the sky was blue and gray, and the fierce sun scorched the ground. A south wind blew and rolled up a heat wave. The cicada is chirping "know-know-know-know" in the tree. The voice is low and slow.
At this time, grandma told me an old folk story: "Once upon a time, there were ten suns in the sky, so hot that everyone died and ran away." An archer named Hou Yi saw that human beings were so miserable. He bent his bow to save them and killed nine suns at once. When he was about to shoot the tenth sun, people stopped him. Leave one! We need light, and crops need sunshine! When Hou Yi saw people begging, he agreed. At this time, the sun hid in the back hill and never came out. People ask Huamei to sing and sing the sun. Huamei thinks she is a singer, so she sings loudly. Unexpectedly, the sun refused to come out, so people asked the rooster to sing, and all his good friends came to help. They sang in unison. The sun was moved by the sound. It thinks the rooster's voice is not nice, but it has a sincere heart, so the sun comes out. As long as the rooster crows three times, the sun will rise in the east. "
At dusk, Grandpa Sun's temper softened a lot, unlike at noon, when the old people sat in the shade and shook their fans patiently, talking happily about how the weather was good for the ears of rice.
Ah! How hot you are in the hot summer!