Heat waves(my poem, share with everyone^_^) In caky air Only music is wiping the dust on my spirit gently... Where is the cool alive wind? Why it would not like to walk in my door? Or jump into my windows? Sweat drops grow after anxious nerves What are we looking forward to? A storm with ease and verve! Leaves are not shaking any more... Close to the windows, maybe you can feel a glimmer of the peripatetic wind Some people opened their umbrella eagerly, Looks like begging for the gift of god. Roll up! Hidden clouds! Even give me a little bit comfort...