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There is an urgent need for an English introduction about Japanese summer.
Original text:

には のよぅなが が が か ら か か か の の の の の の の の の の の 12

The sky, sky, wind and wind in midsummer are so thick and empty.

Everyone in this city. Please see ドァのてもどかしぃ for the seminar. The dog vomited on its stomach. Real red tongue, mule and horse nose.

Fire umbrella, high altitude, open space, hot air, Chuanchuan, step on it.

ぁのくてった. The sun is rising, there is fire on the ground, and there is Feiyun.

バーディーにかくれてぃたかどこにっに それだけ, とわぬばかりにそののびす shouted. I should have broken the sun difference in Taigu!

Streets are like diseases, diseases, diseases, diseases, diseases. On the road, there is no road, no road, no road, no road, no road.

Chinese:

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly.

That day, it was terribly hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun!

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.

English:

There is no air, no clouds, no wind, the round sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

The weather is terribly humid, and the windless air stinks like solidification.

The whole city is burning like a brick kiln, which makes people breathless. The dogs on the ground stick out their red tongues, and the nostrils of horses and mules are particularly wide.

Hot umbrellas are burning in the air, hot fish are rolling on the river, and birds dare not fly out of the forest. Only the dogs in the village are still stretching their tongues endlessly.

That day, a hot day. The sun and the earth are just a cloud with fire. Some clouds are like fog in fog, floating in space in a low gray way, which makes people feel breathless.

Bird: I can't hide anywhere. Trees are gloomy. If they are strangled by Yan Yan, only the branches know. Without hesitation, they let out a cry of breaking height and cheered for the broken drums!

Willow leaves, like being sick, hung on the dust on the branches, motionless. The road was covered with white, and it was hard to get to the door of the store. On the plexiglass, there seemed to be Sun's signboard.

Korean:

? ? ? ? ? Lazy.

? , ? ? It's thick

? ? . ? Mules and horses? .

? ? , ? ? ? ? .

, ? . , , ? ? Low? .

; ? ? Dying; ? Understand? ? ; Interval)? !

? , ? ? ? . ? ? .

German:

The wind doesn't exist. The wind doesn't exist. ume lustlos,tr? I don't know.

Is this a wetter war? Well, Todd, hello, Dick, Hu Ning, hello.

Burning in Ganzi Prefecture is like a background, in front of people. What would you think if you listened to his story and remembered his words? .

The room upstairs is downstairs, isn't it? Who is the fifth finance minister? He's not from Bergen. Is this the only way in the world? Let's come together.

Is this your dream too? . This brand of hat is beautiful, isn't it? Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry.

v? No one knows, no one knows, no plants know, just like Yan Yan and Andiran, no one knows Zweig's name; Beat the drum for this song!

Willow street? Like a monster, Tao Bo? What is the name of the branch in Volume II? How are you, Hill? In a Umzug. Death Street? e gl? Nzte Wei? Does Klein Ambiti disagree? Well, where is the plexiglass? Usually, children can also sing this song.