After enjoying the night view of Hanguan at the prospecting desk on Hanguan Hill, I got down by cable car because I saw the night view of the church area near the window and took pictures. Several church buildings were close to each other, so my friends and I decided to walk back to the hotel and take a look at the night scenery nearby. Turning to the Harristos Orthodox Church, although it was long past the visit time, the door was still open, and our two girls took courage to enter and take a look around. There was ice on the steps, and we were so careful. It was quiet and dark all around, and only the church stairs were lit with lights. We didn't even feel terrible. It's interesting to think about it now. The meaning of traveling is not just to look around, to find and experience people and things that we have never touched in our daily life, but also to feel this way.