When I came to Bailangtan, the sea was sparkling, a small boat rides the wind and waves, and the sun shines on the paint mottled boat. The color is very beautiful. Looking around, the long sandy beaches are full of hustle and bustle, and the houses are patchwork, and a piece of masson pine grows naturally. The sand of Bailangtan is fine and soft. We step on the fine sand and play, play and listen. Some children use small shovel to dig treasures on the beach, and cheers are heard from time to time; some people are chasing the waves, and occasionally make a cheerful scream. Suddenly, a beautiful, beautiful instrument sounded, and we curiously followed the sound. A big sister in a red dress is playing a musical instrument we haven't seen before, and the fairy flutters.