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