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