我是气球,一只色彩缤纷的气球。当我还在气球贩子手里的时候,我就喜欢仰望蓝天。气球应该是要飞的,我想,如水晶般透明澄清的蓝天引出我的渴望。贩子每天拿着气球走街串巷叫卖着,气球一个个地出现再消失,我却从来没有看到一只气球在天空出现过。我有些担忧,问身边的美美:“美美,你说我真的能飞上天空吗?”那个粉红色心形的气球鼓满了气,说:“翔,你一定可以的!你要飞得很高很高。”那双明亮的眼睛透射出的光芒照得我暖洋洋的 I am a balloon, a colorful balloon. When I was still in the hands of balloons dealer, I like looking at the blue sky. Balloon should be to fly, I think, as clear as the crystal clear blue sky drew my longing. Every day, the traffickers are holding balloons and selling the balloons. The balloons disappear one by one, but I have never seen a balloon appear in the sky. I am a bit worried and asked about the United States and the United States around: “United States and the United States, you say I really can fly to the sky? ” That pink heart-shaped balloon drum full, said: “Xiang, you can! You To fly high and high. ”" The bright light of the bright eyes shone through to my warmth