Please praise the Yellow River prose, not poetry, please indicate the author and appreciate it, thank you!

Yellow River Yellow River, Yellow River, Yellow River flowing eastward day and night. Go, jump, a dragon goes forward. Looking at Qian Shan from afar, the mountains and valleys are rough and the waves are like the sea. Breaking waves, impact, impact, passion, the clanging sound of pig iron hitting bronze. A trickle, flowing from the grassland, full of deep affection for the grassland; A trickle, melting from the snow-capped mountains, filled with the crystal purity of the snow-capped mountains. Thousands of trickling rivers converge, from plateau grassland, plain lake, mountain stream and deep valley, flowing eastward, ups and downs, stretching for thousands of miles, winding and magnanimous. Deep quality, consistent with Changhong, fearless setbacks, tenacious struggle, and create a majestic momentum. A goshawk soared, overlooking the moment when the sky was pierced by fire and electric shock. Its wings struck sharp thunder and looked sideways at the river. Sunlight shines into the depths of the river, polishes the yellow background, deposits on our skin, engraves the permanent skin color, and shines with leisurely thoughts. The kindness of maternal love fills every drop of water and gently blows away the heavy sadness, helplessness and sadness in my heart; The broadness of motherhood shines in every underwater sound, containing the world, secular and complex. Life is tense and calm. The Yellow River, like Jing, flutters with the wind. Full of sunshine, listening to the vicissitudes of the Yellow River. The unfathomable height is still persistent, releasing life, and the sun is banging on the bones deep in the soul. Heroes, the eternal theme of the Yellow River. Standing by the river, life is passionate by the river. Chinese sons and daughters, for five thousand years, they have been working tirelessly along the Yellow River, which flows from ancient times to the sea. Dock with the sea and bear the broad mind of the sea. I want to go upstream, cross every drop of water and every river, return to grassland and snow-capped mountains, dive into the source of life, dormant into a bright flower, feel the beating pulse of the Yellow River, feel the kindness of the vicissitudes of the Yellow River, pour out my deep attachment to my mother's Yellow River, and stubbornly stick to my pride in her mother's Yellow River.