A few years ago, I went to Australia to study with my classmates. It was midsummer. It is the sky that is blue and the sea is wide. In order to avoid being beaten by relatives and friends, on the last day before returning home, I ran into the street like a lost dog and took out a few hundred-dollar bills that I saved from eating instant noodles with my old dopted mother every day to squander. Fortunately, foreign profiteers have long been accustomed to this scene and have taken out items that Chinese tourists must buy with understanding. Therefore, I reluctantly sent out my only savings, carrying two boxes of milk powder, several bottles of sheep oil and several Read More …