Fanglian Bao

What travelers say:

Late autumn, it was the afternoon, and the desolate twilight came over. A castle stood in the foothills of Xu Sikeng Village, with tall walls covered with cracks, and two heavy gates closed all the thoughts of the past and the present in the lonely gatehouse. The smoke here is extremely sparse, and the empty buildings are only lonely. I can't imagine such a day, the world's stunning eyes, through the mountains, searching for the trace of the castle, then bursting out of the sound of wonder. In fact, we are just rushing past guests, only the descendants of the castle owner, will hear the leisurely echo of the long snoring of the ancestors from the back of the castle.