Died in the doomsday of countless rebirths

In this cursed high temperature doomsday, I was ultimately unable to escape the cruel arrangement of fate and died quietly. The once familiar world is now enveloped by rolling heat waves, like a huge steamer. On TV, the news anchor was reporting with a serious face: "Dear viewers, the phenomenon of global warming is becoming more and more serious, like an unstoppable beast, rushing towards us with its fangs and claws bared. This has brought many impacts to our lives that cannot be ignored, from reduced crop yields to imbalanced ecosystems, from damage to infrastructure to threats to people's health. According to the latest weather forecast, the temperature next week is expected to rise to 45 to 55 degrees. This is an extremely alarming temperature, as if it is nature's angry roar at mankind. Hereby remind the general public to take measures to prevent heatstroke and avoid heatstroke. Remember to bring a parasol when going out. Those parasols are like fragile shields, trying to resist the invasion of the scorching heat; sunglasses and other sunscreen products provide some protection for our eyes; replenish water in time, the clear water seems so precious at this moment; try to avoid outdoor activities during high temperature periods, because the scorching sun and scorching air may swallow people at any time." My name is Xia Tian, ​​a name full of vitality and enthusiasm. At this moment, I am comfortably staying in a cool room with air conditioning on. The air around me seems to be enchanted, completely isolated from the scorching hot world outside. I am concentrating on playing games. The colorful pictures on the computer screen unfold slowly like a dreamlike scroll, and the intense game sound effects keep echoing in my ears. They are intertwined to form an intoxicating virtual world, which makes me completely immersed in it. I didn't pay any attention to the important information just broadcast on TV. In my eyes, it is just an ordinary piece of news. After all, in this era of information explosion, all kinds of news are emerging in an endless stream, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, which makes people overwhelmed. Who would care about this report about the temperature? It is like one of many meteors, passing by in an instant, and it is difficult to leave a deep impression in people's hearts. As for why I am called Summer? There is a warm and interesting story behind this. Because I was born in summer, the season when the sun is shining and everything is full of vitality. At that time, my parents racked their brains to give me a meaningful name. They struggled for a long time between "Summer" and "Xia Yan". "Xia Yan" means the heat and vitality of summer, like a burning flame, full of power. "Summer" is more concise and lively. It not only represents the season when I was born, but also more like a light melody, bringing people a sense of pleasure and comfort. In the end, they felt that the name "Summer" was more in line with my temperament and could better carry their expectations and blessings for me, so they decided to call me Summer. This name, like a warm hug, accompanies me as I grow up and witnesses my joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.