Chapter 8 Chapter 8

The work of filling the ball with hot air is finally over.Know-it-all ordered the pot to be removed, and he tied the rubber tube tightly with a small string with his own hands, so that the hot air would not escape from the balloon.Then he ordered everyone to sit in the baskets.Little Impatience was the first to climb up, followed by Little Bun, who almost fell on the heads of the other dwarfs.He was chubby, and all his pockets were filled with all kinds of sundries: some filled with small sugar cubes, and some contained small biscuits.And, just in case, he was wearing overshoes and carrying an umbrella.Everyone worked together to put the buns into the basket, and the other dwarfs followed and climbed up.Tanglin, Tanglin, and Little Syrup were busy watching the baskets, helping others to serve them.

"Go up, please," he said. "Make it comfortable. There's enough room on the balloon for everyone." "You go too." Someone said to him. "I can make it in time," replied Little Syrup, "the important thing is that you go up." He graciously held everyone's arms and pushed them up from below. Everyone finally climbed into the pipe.There is only a small syrup left below. "Why aren't you up yet?" Everyone asked him. "Maybe I won't make it?" said Syrup. "I'm fat. There's room for you if I don't. I'm afraid I'll be overloaded."

"Don't be afraid, it won't be overloaded." "No, brothers, you fly, don't wait for me. I'm waiting for you here, why should I squeeze you!" "You won't be crowded with anyone," said the know-it-all. "Come on up. Since everyone decides to fly, let's fly together." Little Syrup reluctantly climbed into the basket.At this time, an unexpected situation happened suddenly: the basket and the balloon fell to the ground at once. "Look at how they fly!" said the little bacteria laughing on the wall. "Why are you laughing!" Little Masthead reprimanded him, "When misfortune happened, you're still laughing!"

"No misfortune," said Splinter Glass, "just because the balloon is only designed to hold fifteen dwarfs. It can't carry sixteen." "So it can't fly?" asked Little Masthead. "You have to leave one person, and then you can fly," said Glass. "I'll probably stay in the dark," said Xiao Zhanxing. Little Syrup, who was afraid of riding a balloon, said happily: "How about it? Didn't I say that it would be overloaded! It's best I don't go." He had already picked up a leg and was about to climb down, when Passenger picked up a sandbag and threw it out of the basket.The balloon immediately became lighter and rose again.Only then did everyone understand why Master of Everything ordered sandbags to be placed in the basket.Everyone applauded, and Know-it-all threw up his arm, and said to the little ones, "Good-bye, brethren!" he cried, "We're flying far away. We won't be back until a week later. Good-bye!" "

"Good-bye! Good-bye! Safe travels!" cried the little ones, waving their hands and hats. Know-it-all took a penknife from his pocket and cut the string that tied the basket to the tree.The balloon rose up steadily, hung on the branch beside the balloon, and then left immediately, flying to a high place quickly. "Hurrah!" cried the Dwarfs, "Long live Know-it-all and his mates! Urrah-!" Clap your hands and throw your hats up!The little girls hugged happily.Little Sight and Little Pushpin even kissed each other.Little Matricaria cried. The balloon rose higher and higher.It was blown to one side by the wind.It soon became a barely visible speck in the blue sky.The piece of glass climbed up to the roof and looked at the speck with the binoculars.The poet Xiao Hua stood next to him on the eaves.He put his hands on his chest, watching everyone's jubilant scene, and seemed to be thinking about something.Suddenly, he spread his arms to the sides and shouted loudly: "Poetry! Listen to poetry!"

The surrounding immediately quieted down.Everyone looked up at the little flower. "Poetry," murmured the little dwarfs, "there will be a poem soon." Little Hua waited for a while, until it was completely silent.He stretched out his hand to the flying balloon, coughed a few times, and said again, "Poetry." So he read out the poem he just made: A great balloon blown up by steam, He ascended to heaven without reason. Our dwarf is not a bird though, But still able to fly. Anything can be done, heck, As long as you are good at starting your mind! Look at everyone shouting!They all applauded again.The boy pulled the little flower off the roof and picked him up and walked home; the girl pulled off the petals and sprinkled them on the little flower.On this day, Xiaohua received great praise, as if he had figured out the way to make the balloon himself, and he was the one who flew up to the clouds in the balloon.People learned his poems by heart, made them into songs and sang them in the street.For a long time, for a long time, I can still hear everywhere:

Everything can be done, ouch As long as you are good at starting your mind!