On the second day in Venice, I saw the rushing boat on the Grand Canal, watched the sunset over the Rialto Bridge, talked to the Italians about the antique culture, and counted the pigeons in St. Mark's Square... Suddenly I feel that Venice and Xiamen Gulangyu seem to have a rare water in the city. There is still love in the water. I feel that every building has its own story. The inner island is really too resistant to strolling. Ai Cui said that the sky will go from south to north and from east to west. You must not let the two empty boxes brought by the hard work go back empty, Amen...