Love is a colorful balloon, and no matter how gorgeous the color is, it can't stand the sting of the needle tip. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the water is flowing, which is more than a friend of a gentleman. Love is different, it is called water, heaven and earth. ...

Tradition is a thick rope tied to a hydrogen balloon, which is tightly attached to the ground. It still allows you to face birth, illness and death in a simple way. It allows you to breathe with spring flowers, autumn moon and winter snow, your feet can still step on the soil, your hands can still touch the trunk, and your eyes can be an ancient poem. ...

Two balloon people fell in love. They had a good time, cheering for each other every day, and then they got fatter and fatter, flying higher and higher. They are floating in the air, their love makes each other fatter and fatter, they can't control themselves, floating in the wind, gradually.