Poems with words

In front of the curtain of Shuang Yanzi language, the sick guests slept all day.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.

Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace.

..... is still quite a lot.