By chance, I came to have an Italian meal again. I feel that I am completely used to it. I open my eyes and want to have pizza, barbecue, and Chinese food. My mother said that since the food is satisfactory, the air is fresh and the language is OK, you can consider immigration. Haha, not to mention the difficulty, the word immigration, never doubted, even the neon country that is in a fascination. If life is only air, language, food, how come this kind of vocabulary [smiling]