太阳像个火球,炙烤着大地。人们热得实在受不了,个个挥汗如雨,大地也张着嘴艰难地喘气,鸟儿们也懒得唱歌,干脆一个劲地用翅膀散热,也不顾自己的形象。大家都一个劲地咒骂这鬼天气。在一条路上,人们向一个茶摊蜂拥而去,我也不甘落后,挤入这行列之中。大家争先恐后地把大碗的凉茶往肚子里灌,摊主一边擦着头上的汗珠,一边乐不可支地招呼大家。 The sun is like a fireball and it roasts the earth. People couldn’t stand the heat so much, and they all sweated. The earth was also gasping hard with his mouth open. The birds were too lazy to sing, and they simply used their wings to dispel heat, ignoring their own image. Everyone cursed the ghost weather. On the way, people flock to a tea stand and I’m not far behind and crowding into this ranks. Everyone scrambled to put a large bowl of herbal tea into their stomachs. The stall owners wiped their sweat on their heads and happily greeted everyone.