高温之于北京就好像那个唠叨的唐三藏之于悟空,唧唧歪歪粘粘腻腻地纠缠个不休,完全不管人家受得了受不了,走在街上你会有一种随时随地要昏过去的闷热感觉,每一个因为种种原因不得不暴露在阳光下的人都一边艰难地呼吸着一边暗恨后弈:要射就射彻底一点!存了这妇人之仁倒害苦了后辈。好在 Temperatures in Beijing is like that nagging Tang Sanzang in Goku, blabby sticky and tired to entangle endlessly, no matter what people stand can not stand, walking in the street you will have a kind of anytime, anywhere to fainted Sultry feeling, each for a variety of reasons have to be exposed to the sun while people are hard to breathe while hate the game after hatred: to shoot a thorough shooting! Fortunately