Today, four years ago, trapped in the Italian Embassy in Croatia, the gods sent to the window for four hours, seems to be a turning point in life. Recalling the turning point of every life in the past four years, it is like a footprint, but even if I only step on the wrong step, I rarely know the individual, even if there is a story, another thing has made another choice, today I will not I will sit here in a daze, and the development around me will follow. Everyone who appears in life has a unique meaning. Every encouragement is a small fortune.