Changyao's poems are known for promoting the consciousness of life in spiritual predicament, integrating perception and passion;The imagery is dignified and magnificent. The feelings that have experienced the vicissitudes of life, the vast and far-reaching humanistic background, and the strong sense of life constitute the author's grand poetry as a whole.
The Moon and the MaidenThe moon, the moon, the secluded valley, the girl, the girl, the horse, the Xu Xing, the long road, the long road, the Danfeng Bailu road, the long road, the sun of the Changyin Mountain, the moon, the moon, the wildfire, swayingContrasting colors of the plateau summerHighland mountains under the great heat. Backlight. A plateau mountain outlined by a generous polygonal outline. Layers of backlight. Layer by layer push towards the plateau mountains in the far-reaching background. The further you go to the northwest corner, the mountains are getting deeper and heavier, and the more you are piled up, the colder and thicker they are. In the cold northwest corner, an eagle-clad warrior spreads his wings and holds his breath. Walls that reflect red in summer. Portrait of a woman reflecting red on the wall. Colorful beating market street. A row of sleeping Qinghai scaleless fish on the long table of the market. A basket of gnats carried by a foreigner. You Ran felt that the noisy folk sound was still in the green treetops of his hometown. A plateau in a pink pleated skirt. A plateau in a blue long-distance running tracksuit. A plateau wrapped in white cloth from the day of Judd. 
Si peopleJingji - whose sigh?The Mississippi River is stormy at the moment, and it is climbing and walking over there. On this wall of the earth, a man sits alone speechless. Weekend hustle and bustle city with cosmos with girlsThe cosmos fence wall connects the bright dusk of the suburbs. The street car swelled and lost its toes in a ninety-degree turn on the street corner, and the lines slid like a noisy thin smoke. A drop of sunset dew fell quietly from the crown of the ancient elm, like a bird's arrow, burning on the old man's forehead. The high cheekbones are thick, and the dust of the years is softened like wax. Ignoring the street cars and the city and the hustle and bustle and the elderly, the girl walked along the cosmos fence wall and stepped one by one to the bright sky street. The burdens glimpsed that her innocent god was a two-line pigeon whistle, and the enigmatic trance was as timid as a thin mirror that was easily frightened. 
Zhuang languageI will be dignified. Dusk makes me reckless. Smoke, guard driftwood. The Immortal Age of Pottery. Immortal clay makes man. The naphtha carcass chief ,—— or the wine holder rises and falls along the stairs, and the wax of the dusk is overflowing, and my sorrow is made for the heart, and the sound is far away. Between the curly eyebrows, I will be solemn when stepping on a string of white horses' hooves. The rivers and lakes are far awayRivers and lakes. The summer of distant people is as clean as the white paint of a wooden house. The spring ripening here is in the early morning of rain, snow, thunder and lightning. Is it the last spring snow or the end of winter?The horse of time said that it was fast and fast, and it was too late, and it was too late. I feel that I have a lot of obsessions in my life, and now I still have no change. Once a year, I listened to the eaves gutter water leakage, and suddenly woke up. I seem to hear the window grass grow and the trees return to green and canna red. The summer insects cried incessantly in the Jinjing jade fence. It also sounded like a young lady playing the horn to the wall in the corner of the court, and the bronze rhyme was like a panya, and it was warm to write a wise elder for me. The magnificence of life sighed, and the tired mood was suddenly filled with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and tears swirled in the corners of the eyes but were inconvenient to overflow. Life is tortuous like walking in a long corridor with no end in sight, and there are mottled blood stains under your feet, and you are the first batch of life?The rivers and lakes of the distant people have long been homeless, and a sword with a blade plays the ** of heaven for him. Like a coal-fired puff into the water, the sword is just opened, and it plays the ** of the kingdom of heaven. 
MemoriesWhite desert. White dead light. The Dao Han of the Western Regions made Zhang Qian hollow like Kankan and Tan. The Jin monk sought the law to travel westward, trapped in the violent cold in the small snow mountain, and cared for the frozen body of his companion - life is helpless!The desert sunset, there is no shortage of anxiety. The pillow is the dock where the landing is placed. There is fire in the heart, but the flesh does not burn**, leaving an undissolved skull. The red dust fell to the ground, and a white horse galloped deep in the desert. LingxiaoThe crescent moon sets. The wild language of the mandrill. The breeze flutters from time to time. The quiet steps became the existence of the alien self, and it was suddenly frightened. At this time, the goddess on the cliff has emerged naked from the stone fire, bright, slender, and covered with beautiful hair. She spun into the air, stretched out her arms, and leaped headlong into the deep lake that was burning in anticipation. In an instant, the firebirds flocked, and a thousand transparent bamboo shoot roots spewed from the ground, and the glory of regeneration rose in the grand world. My closed pupils suddenly went black. Lifting the cloak, he heard that his ears were gone, and he had long been one with the light......