In February of mid-spring, the willows dripped green in the suburbs of Chengdu, the shade of lotus flowers and lotus flowers are hidden in the green fields. The fields are filled with bamboo fences and thatched huts. The chickens and dogs are heard, and the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is enjoyed.On the afternoon of the day, it was drizzling and the weather became cloudy. At this time, three cyclists and three young men came on the official road outside the north gate.These three people are about the same age, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and they are full of tiger arms and apes, with a thrilling spirit and a very beautiful look.