Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

But after we left the mountains behind us, there was hardly a cloud in the sky.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.

They climb the Great Wall, hike the Huangshan mountain, leave their indelible resonance in valleys and mountains.

I sat there, letting loose a long sigh. I lifted my eyes upon Great Wall lying quietly among the mountains which ran up and down with apparent seperation of diffrent levels.