You can't long for how cool the July wind is, because it carries energy, big or small, and it's a temperature exclusive to summer! It rains in July, it has a bad temper! Riding on the dark clouds, pulling the thunder and lightning, the momentum is coming fiercely, big or small, t

You can't long for how cool the wind in July is, because it carries energy, whether large or small, and it is a temperature exclusive to summer!

The rain in July, it has a bad temper! Riding on the dark clouds, pulling the thunder and lightning, the momentum is coming fiercely, big or small, the formation must be in place! It is also very chic, can be retracted and released freely, and can be taken away at any time. The curved rainbow has been impressed by it, put on charming neon clothes, and stepped onto the stage in the air. The pigeons fluttered the water vapor on their wings, hovering in the air to dance with it.

The sky in July is more romantic than usual, with white clouds always floating on the blue background. He is like a great magician, sometimes turning clouds into torn cotton wool, which fills the sky plumply and arranged regularly like fish scales, making the blue in the gaps even more soft.

When you are in a good mood, "white clouds rise far away, swaying into the clear sky." Freedom moves with your heart, such as "Riding the wind as it rolls, without any intention of letting it go."

The most spectacular thing of the day is the western part, with the golden armor. The sunset, the sun that is about to set in the west, seems to leave all its last energy to the world before night falls. The clouds carry this glory and show its glory to the fullest!

In July, the enthusiasm for all things is irresistible! Like a grumpy little old man, he is calm and gentle when he is quiet, and is not difficult to get along with. When you lose your temper, your anger soars, even the wind is arrogant, and a rolling heat wave hits. The trees dare not raise their eyes when they see it, and the ground becomes angry along with it. The songbirds on the trees scream feebly, I just hope that night will come soon, and a little bit of dew can moisten the throat that is about to burst into flames!

This strange old man finally calmed down after struggling all day. The bright white moon hung in the sky early, urging the sunset to get off work.

The breeze is bright and the moon is shining, the vast starry sky, frogs and insects are singing, the dew is soaked in the fragrance of flowers, and the waltz begins under the night.