Publisher's Synopsis
The moon is like a silver plate hanging in the sky, sprinkling a layer of silver on the earth, and the thin clouds are floating from time to time, like a naughty child, blindfolded. That night. Fan Yangcheng, originally a small county, but he has a very long history, there have been many celebrities in China, legend, here is the outstanding people, legend, here was a beautiful eight scenic spots. The old man said that Yanjing has eight major scenes, Fan Yang has eight small scenes, the old man said ..... "Hey! There are still some words that don't come up, forget it, don't write it, anyway, today's task is completed, maybe there will be inspiration tomorrow." Fang Mo screamed with some distress, stopped the hands of the keyboard. Looked at the time, it is already half past eight. "Oh, I almost forgot." Fang Mo hurriedly got up and took out a mobile phone. He laughed and said to himself: "This time, Qingman must be happy." Then he washed his face and hurriedly went out.
