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