The wind speaks a language, how low and gentle, how quiet no tourists can see or understand, but I realized that Yi's eyes reached out to shake my hand, it was the arm of the windmill and the sky-wide evening sun Sands Ans Windmill Village, Zaanse Schans, in the direction of the northern suburbs of Amsterdam, A beautiful ancient village about 15 kilometers from Amsterdam, where villagers live, is also an open museum and reservation area. Public transportation to the windmill village has trains and buses. Train: Get off at Zaandijk-Zaanse Schans Station and follow the road signs for about 15 minutes. Bus: Take No. 391 (Industrial Heritage Line) from Central Station to Zaans Museum-Zaanse Schans Station and walk into the village. There is a Sands Ans Museum at the entrance of the village, Zaans museum, and praise the Thurs Museum for showing the residential culture and industrial culture of the Sand River Valley. The cafe in the museum is worth a try, and you can taste coffee and pastries under the beauty of the fields and windmills. Not far behind the museum, there is a watchtower that overlooks the fields, streams, trees, houses, and windmills that stand in the fields and next to the cottages. The windmill village, with European-style houses, small museums, shops, and small windmills scattered around the village (such as the drainage windmill De Hadel), is colorful and distinctive. The main windmill attractions, by the lake in the village, are arranged in order with the chic windmill workshops: the crowned Borenburg (The Crowned Poelenburg), the cat (De Kat), the pursuer (De Zoeker), the sheep (Het Jonge Schaap), the bull (De Os). Some windmill workshops are still operating, some windmills no longer work, showing traditional style to attract tourists. Along the way, the beauty seems to bring its own fragrance, intoxicated in the wind that can penetrate and wash the body and mind. Returning out of the village, I couldn't help but board the observation deck again, I could not wait to finish the endless twilight spring color, and take away the import bag. "Ziqi: 'The late spring, the spring clothes are made, the crown is five or six, the children are six or seven, the bath is almost squatting, the wind is dancing, and the wind is returning.' Confucius sighed: 'I am with the point.'" Under the sunset, standing on the observation deck, the golden glow and the invisible hand of the breeze ironed the green waves on the field. The grass is like the water; the stream reflects the blue sky and white clouds, instantaneous blue, a swaying green, pure bottomless; the windmill in the distance stands proudly, as if it has been so quiet, thought-out and harmonious for thousands of years.