In ordinary life, I came across a fresh red balloon, so I added a touch of red to accompany me. When they first met, they held on to the rope, refused to let go, blocked the sight of passersby, was not allowed to get in the car, and handed it over to the hospital for safekeeping. Later, naughty play tricks, not only a touch of color, but also a happy playmate. Gradually, jealousy arose, and the classmates jumped to catch you, and the wild children even tied up with ropes and hit you with slingshots. I really think that it is still not strong enough to protect you, and can only lead you through the interlaced alleys. You still get hit and lose the gas little by little and that relentless kick. At the end of the fairy tale, you still gave me a colorful dream, all kinds of balloons ran towards me, and I learned to fly~
In fact, everyone has their own colors and their own "red balloons". When seeing other people's "red balloons", it is inevitable to feel envious. However, we should learn to wait and wait for our own "red balloons". Own color and companionship. When you are jealous, you must also learn to be kind. It is reasonable to reach out and try to grab the balloon. However, the psychology of looting and destruction is a little dark. Beautiful things need to be appreciated and protected.
The picture and composition are really super beautiful, and every frame is so beautiful. French streets with a sense of age, sunshine, crowds, buildings, cars and horses, a quiet time.
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