I have read some memoirs of stowaways and self-reported experiences of exiles. The people who write these things are all Chinese. When I read their stories, my heart felt sour and mixed with excitement and excitement. I also want to experience a life of exile or smuggling. They left the country at the risk of starvation, freezing, being bitten by dogs, being bullied by little pink, being poisoned and sleeping in the wind. I really admire them. I think, one day, I will follow in their footsteps. Because I want-human rights, dignity, a more decent life, understanding and experiencing all kinds of practical feelings and difficulties brought to me after exile.