Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
n octopus pot, it expands and contracts freely,
The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,
Up and down, tightening and shrinking, like a bird flapping its left and right wings,
The big baby roams the ocean like a dragon,
Thousands of oysters surging,
swarming out from the horse' s eye,
Only the kitten meows softly,
Echoing the entire golden house space,
The ever-flowing water droplets,
At this moment,
the night is dark,
Towards the peach blossom source Shuilian Cave,
Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,
At this moment, the smooth prairie swayed frequently,
Indulge in indulgence and exude endless wildness,
Slip through the space and become a wetland,
The petite panting meow,
Wet, moist, shiny black fluff,
A soft and charming
galloping incessantly on the vast grassland,
From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,
From the depths of the valley and steppe, tick tock,
The peach blossom heart hidden in the depths, like an endless ocean,
The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
The heart of the flower opened wide, and the jade door opened and closed like an oyster shell, shrunk and tightened.
Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,
The spring breeze flutters across the plain grass,
Drops of water dripping down the leaves,