A layer of tulle

Half covering your jade body

intense heat of summer

Those summer cicadas are constantly singing

Dragon Girl's bathing sound

Step up along the cylinder edge

Fear of heights

Grab a handful of green

Knead into a floating white cloud and hang it high on the ground

Moon Pavilion

World karst first cylinder

There is no double view of human geology

An absolute, high ground

Hang in your doorway

The sight of tourists is always staring

Looking at you

Romantic, your style

Eagle beak cliff, willing to live a lifetime

Be your patron saint

Yingyue cave

Add your charm to the world

Fraction

Between steep peaks

One floor

Purple mist

It's like putting a bride's wedding dress on you

Like a "dream order":

The sound of bathing enters the body,

The Dragon girl laughed frequently.

The poet is near the edge of the cylinder,

Reach out and touch your waist.

But pretty,

But pretty,

It's better to tear purple clothes!

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