这个骄阳似火的季节。正值盛夏.一连两个月滴雨未降,土地龟裂。人一走进这无遮拦的太阳底下,就如同进了蒸笼一般,牛羊们自然耐受不了这高温,都躲藏到树阴下或者屋檐下了,而这些不会走动的农作物只有立在这裹着热风的田地里受着折磨。远远望去,整个的庄稼地仿佛被剥夺了生命一样,被炙烤得萎黄,像玉米这样的需水肥量的作物都卷起叶子.仿佛立刻要成为枯枝败草,一切的东西似乎见火就着,真跟古诗中描写的毫无二致. This sunny season. Positive midsummer. Dropping rain for two consecutive months did not drop, the land cracked. As soon as one walks into this uncovered sun, it is as if he were in a steamer, and the flocks naturally tolerate this high temperature, hiding beneath the trees or under the eaves, and these crops, which do not move, stand only in this package The hot wind in the field tortured. From afar, the whole crop seems to have been deprived of life, and is browned and browned, and the need for water and fertilizers such as corn rolls up the leaves, as if to become dead twig immediately, and everything seems to see the fire With, really with the description of ancient poetry is no different.