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Sixty days of summer vacation
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There was not a breeze on the hill, the sun was even more poisonous, and the leaves of all kinds of trees were baked and wilted, without the kind of vitality in the past. The birds, which usually love to sing loudly, were hiding in the forest, and were so sunburned that they didn't even have the strength to sing, and anxiously hoped that the sun would soon set. On the whole hillock, there were only a few mockingbirds crowing at the top of their voices: "Thirsty--thirsty...".