The Turkish barbecue on the street is no better than the mutton skewers. The price of freshly squeezed pomegranate juice is very close to the people, but the Turkish black tea that is still drunk and drink is the most popular. After the night, Istanbul added a bit of warmth to the daytime. The free dancers turned into a carton and turned into a happy ball. The lonely "sculpture bronze man" lost his eyes tonight, who is in it again. Human dream?