The mountains here are rolling and rolling, thousands of competing shows, touching the sky; the terraces here are stacked, thousands of layers of waves, carving the earth; the bamboo sea here is endless, the mountains are everywhere, and the mountains are decorated; the sea of clouds here is white and flawless, light and fluttering, and the blue sky is dancing; the mountains and rocks here are suddenly empty, A pillar of the sky is like a stone; the overpass here flies over the clouds, transparent and quiet, and the sky is flying. This is the southern tip rock, a beautiful oil painting that nature uses the pen of God. I actually absorbed the spirit of the heavens and the earth, and merged with nature and trees outside the body, into a huge sculpture, surrounded by clouds, lush trees on the chest, and clouds on the chest, standing between the heavens and the earth, competing with the feeling of mountain gods.