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