Poetry 08. I am a hot air balloon

I am a little hot air balloon

Roaming leisurely in mid-air

Leaving the ancient and warm village

Say goodbye to that vicissitudes of life and kind face

I have, and only one direction

Never-ending upward, upward

When the forest first came into view My eyes

Only then did I realize that in this land

there were not only the rising smoke

but also the cries of chickens and the laughter of the villagers. Sound

is not the only music in this countryside

Elegant butterflies are dancing against the petals of flowers

Happy birds are chasing each other in the air

Darkness and humidity have also grown

In the depths of the dangerous forest

But I am just a little hot air balloon

I have, And there is only one direction

Up and up all the time

With the help of the wheels of the wind and the leaves of the rain

I came to the top of the Himalayas

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When I looked down

I realized that life

could actually reach such a height

Once bumping on the horseback The grassland I passed through

is so comfortable now

The mountains and rivers that once stretched thousands of miles to the horizon

also seem to be a little limited

Decay and fall I also got justice

When people raise their eyes and look up at the peak

But I am just a small hot air balloon

I have it, and there is only one direction< /p>

Keep moving up, up, and up

This time I have experienced thousands of difficulties and dangers

The storm came, carrying lightning

Warning me not to continue upward and forward

The black clouds are full of dangers all around

Thin The air brings dizziness and suffocation

The strong wind almost annihilates me

However, I am a hot air balloon

I have, and There is only one direction

Holding tightly to a rope

Holding tightly to the body of hope, finally

I broke out of these layers Confined and hindered

I saw something I had never seen before, the vast ocean

I am a little hot air balloon

Free, Flying in mid-air

I have, and there is only one direction

Upward, upward