The farm is privately owned, and there is a small lake in the middle of the farm. Looking up, you can see the white clouds scattered in the blue sky, and the clear green stream is flowing quietly on the farm. The sunset is setting, and the sightseeing car will drive us back. Nostalgia may best express my mood at this time. The air was pure, and the flowers and plants were refreshing. On the grass, the snow-white sheep and the black-and-white cattle sketched a vivid picture in the sunset.