Down the ropeway, along the wooden plank road to the mountainside, gradually disappearing physical strength and the beauty in front of you are proportional, the more you go up, the more you can feel the majesty and grandeur of Cangshan, the individual is becoming smaller and smaller, Cangshan autumn, not only not depression, but there is a sense of atmospheric demure, Everything here is the appearance of a dream. Cangshan does not paint ink, and the Bohai Sea has no strings and thousands of ancient pianos. With few numbers, the beauty of Cangshan and Bohai Sea is on the paper.