Rhythmic youth, like young people stirring the blood pulse one by one, pressing the rhythm to rise up, the wind and rain at the head of the body, thorns and thistles swore not to return to the mountains, not an empty passionate exhausted, Cong Fei dispersed his family's wealth to help those poor students, you can say that he is just a hothead, in vain, the courage of the reckless?
Youth is a forward-looking, not a ridiculous rush.