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