Sometimes, Chaoyang is like a little doll, naughty and cute. One minute it was here, and the next minute it was there. Sometimes, Chaoyang is like a beautiful girl with a beautiful face and long hair. Sometimes, Chaoyang, like a handsome young man, makes sincere contributions to the motherland. Chaoyang is like a girl's euphemistic song, a soldier's loud military song, shining rubies and golden silks and satins. Everything changes because of the viewer's mood. He is in a bad mood. Chaoyang looked at the company of green hills and white clouds, and was in a bad mood. It seems that the morning sun only has gold.

Chaoyang also disappeared with the passage of time. Although short-lived, it once gave light to everything, and also lit up the long and dark road of life.