At the end of July, the sun is still fierce, greedily and unbridledly absorbing the moisture from the earth.
Lu Xiaoke wiped the sweat from his temples and squeezed into the results announcement board surrounded by crowds again.
At the end of July, the sun is still venomous, hitting the human skin arrogantly.
Xiao Luo heard the factory bell ringing and put down the impact drill in his hand, "It's finally time to get off work."
At the end of July, the sun is still scorching, causing unbridled heat waves again and again.
Nan Xuan smashed the piano keys with both hands and ran away like she was dead in the surprised eyes of the professional teacher.
At the end of July, cicadas were still chattering tirelessly on the trees. After a sudden burst of sunshine and rain, the fragrance of soil was spreading everywhere. The sunshine was still fierce and wandering around in the dry air.
Intention: Growth and maturity.