Then we came to the picturesque Keanae Peninsula, which some call "paradise". "paradise" lived in many residents with courtyards, farms, stables, botanical gardens, etc. on the side of the road, and some "tribals" stopped to clean the road to the village entrance. The seaside facing the peninsula is the black reefs of the Haleakala volcano, which cooled when the magma poured into the sea, and the odd dog teeth are staggered, even though the wind and waves are still angular. The waves are so unsettled that there is no sandy cushion and the swirling between the messy reefs is like a black and white mountain and sea, like a Peng Xuan symphony. On the side of the peninsula harbor, the wind and the sun are calm and calm, and the remaining cable piers on the pier abandoned by the road open like a vicissitudes of a sailor talking about the bustling and lively of the past.