早晨,休息了一夜的太阳又迫不及待地从地平线探出了那颗火红的脑袋。我推开窗户,知了已在枝头唱起了歌,一丝风也没有,楼下菜市场内的叫卖声使人心烦意乱,又一个闷热的鬼天气开始了。到了中午,火球似的太阳将它全部的热量全都辐射到大地。它晒软了柏油马路,晒红了上下班人的脸庞 In the morning, the sun that had been resting overnight could not wait to find out the fiery head from the horizon. I pushed open the window, knowing that I had sang the song in the branches, and there was no trace of it. The cacophony in the downstairs market was upsetting. Another sultry and ghostly weather began. By noon, a fireball-like sun radiates all its heat to the ground. It is soft asphalt, sun and red on the face of people