A burning revolution, a poverty thought, and the poor and the needy forget when wealth comes, so the party turns a blind eye to what he or others committed from errors, he monitors the facts of the fall but does not care, until he falls between the clutches That he is rebellious, the features of the old revolution, but saturated with fear. Can he stand up and stand the revolutionary thought, or is it lost in the crowds of the crowd? No one can know his foot, so where is the rebel go?