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