Country of Pastures
The Netherlands is a country of water, a country of flowers, and a country of pastures.
On the green low ground between the navy, black and white cattle, white head black cattle, white waisted blue mouth black cows, graze their heads. Some cows are covered with moisture-proof felt. The herd is very attentive when eating grass, and sometimes the calf looks like your lady, and is dignified. The old cow is like a parent of the herd, and it is very dignified. Looking far away, it is surrounded by velvet green grass and black and white cows. This is the Netherlands.
This is the real Netherlands: the turquoise lowlands are between canals, and the herds of horses are fat and strong. Except for the canals covered by deep grass, nothing can stop them from flying far. The vast expanse of wilderness seems to be zeroing all of them, they are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.
On the heavenly green grassland, the white sheep is at ease. The black pigs groaned nonstop, as if pointing at something. Thousands of chicks, long-haired goats in droves, admiring their own kingdom on the green grass where no one can see a figure. This is the real Netherlands.
In the evening, I saw someone coming in a small boat, sitting on a small bench, and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset spread across the west sky, and the whistle came occasionally in the distance, and then there was silence again. Here, no one yelled or shouted, the bell on the cow's neck did not ring, and the milker was speechless. Amidst the canal, boats filled with milk barrels were moving slowly and smoothly. Cars and trains loaded with cans and cans of milk drove nonstop to the city.
After the car and the boat passed, everything was calm again. The last touch of the evening glow gradually disappeared, and the whole world was darkened. The dog stopped barking, the cows in the circle no longer mooed, and the horse forgot to kick the stable's baffle. Sleeping animals, silent lowlands, and dark nights, several lighthouses in the distance were gleaming faintly. This is the real Netherlands.