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