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