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