Arrived on the nine curves and eighteen bends of wetland park sightseeing tower, the vast forest sea, running to the bottom of the eye. People often say poetry and distance, right in front of you. The poets of Tang and Song Dynasty were not strong enough. Da Hinggan Ling did not have their pens and inks. Only the contemporary Lao She once wrote a poem here: "The sound of the sound is not Hinggan Ling, the clouds and cold wind are clear and the heat is collected. The kaoling is vast and the green mountains are green, and the young forest is bright and the mother forest is quiet. The golden season is snowy, and the jasper stream is May autumn. In the words of Songtao people, good materials are all over Shenzhou. "Listen carefully, only the wind blows the tree, and it does not smell the cicadas; but the logging scene in Laoshe's poetry environment has been traced many years ago. The sound of logging is gone, the forest is surrounded, and tourists from all directions come, and the seasons are lively. The Emuer River in front of you floated from the depths of the dense forest, wandering around the world of trees, and spawned a nine-curve and eighteen-curve wetland. Stepping up the top floor of the sightseeing tower to see, there is only one curve in your eyes. I hate to fly into the air and count how many curves and bends there are. A rumbling from far and near, a train through the forest. Railways and rivers, artificial and natural, seem to be in harmony.