Poetry praises mountains and valleys.

I love your camel bell, which makes the Silk Road go back to ancient times. I love your green grass buds, which cover the desolation of the Gobi Desert. I love the mud flute in your country, which scatters colorful notes in all directions. I love the tall buildings in your city. They entrust people's ideals to the sun. I love you, the rippling Yangtze River, playing the hearts of 56 nationalities. I love you. The waves of the Yellow River are always happy and often sing to the Lord. No matter what the environment, mountains or valleys, the Lord cares for them. I believe you will be blessed, pray often and wait patiently for the Lord to do things with tears every once in a while, sow with joy and harvest, believe that there will be joyful and drooping hands, a closed heart will be reopened, all worries and burdens will be put down, I will come to the Lord with joy and cold heart, and my thirsty spirit will be warmed by the love of the Lord. The Lord is my strength, Jesus will accompany me all the way, and he will never leave.