Like leaves in the autumn wind,
Wednesday at 9
Clouds and mists lightly fill the left and right mountain peaks,
Wet, moist, shiny black fluff,
The spring breeze flutters across the plain grass,
Fluttering, floating between heaven and earth,
The petite panting meow,
From the depths of the valley and steppe,
Only the kitten meows softly,
Two weeks after the anniversary of the P.H. Fishing Port Cooperative Society,
Mei Zizhi arched her small body,
Wet down the glossy hibiscus orchid fluff,
huilian Cave,
trembling all over,
Thousands of horses galloped like a flood,
Echoing the entire golden house space,
stick tightly...
Spasmodic pleasure,
Thousands of oysters surging,
Mei Zizhi contracted and sucked unconsciously,
At this moment,
L,
The whole body twists up and down involuntarily, left and right,
Two naked sticks tightly...
The turbulent translucent milky spring water,
From the throat from time to time some meaningless characters,
Drops of water dripping down the leaves,
swarming out from the horse' s eye,
Hold tight to Chankado' s hair,
Slip through the space and become a wetland,
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Mei Zizhi was hit by Qiankaduo and flew into the clouds,
The whole person feels as if reduced to ashes,
Ten slender fingers stretched out,
The ever-flowing water droplets,
A white light flashed before my eyes, a little bit of Venus,
The sheets were wet from sheet to sheet,