Poetry with mountains as its words.

(Friendly reminder; Find the first word from the first sentence of this poem, and so on until the fifth word of the fifth sentence. What a surprise! He Yinghe was drunk by the smoke, and the east wind was slowly igniting a bonfire. The reed is hidden in the tree, and the wild duck is sleeping. The stars are sparse, and the mountains (hills) are like water at night. Dew is heavy, chrysanthemums are cold, and bridges are tired. It's ridiculous to dream of catching geese and chasing them thousands of miles to meet?