High score, reward, seeking the opening poem of hundreds of surnames

# ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun # The city facing Huanglong # The old year melts in the freshness # The yellow crane never returns to the earth.

# Baiyun will never fly without him. # The path of Wugong is crooked by weeds. # Honor the war for ten thousand reasons.

# All the flowers are dying. # My road is covered with petals-I didn't clean it for others. # The tallest one hangs a long forest tip in Juan.

# There are thousands of buildings in Ande. # Endless green across Qilu .. # Bike wants to ask. # Xiao Guan is waiting to ride.

# Moon in Qin Dynasty, Moon in Han Dynasty. # The Long March has not returned. # The snow in the eighth month streaked across the Tatar sky.

# Don't use pen and paper immediately when you meet. # Tian Jia is idle. # Dingzhuang is in Nangang. # Hold your ear with your right hand.

# The left arm is hanging in our basket. # Duke Zhou is afraid of rumors. # Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne.

# Bao shame is a man.