Dutch ranch

Turquoise is embedded in the canals, and there are white sheep on the lowlands. They are leisurely on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are millions of chickens and long-haired goats, but there are none. This is the real Holland. Dogs don't bark, cows in the pen don't Cleisthenes, horseshoes don't kick the baffle of the stable. Really silent. Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly. static

Herds of horses are wild and strong, with thick legs like cylinders and manes flying in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters of this free kingdom, Duke. Only in the evening did I see a boat coming, sitting on a small bench, milking the serious and silent cows. In the canal, ships full of milk barrels are running slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains are loaded with cans of milk and transported to the city.