Before the steamships were overhauled, I happily bought my tickets on the afternoon after the snow. Walter Peak was my favorite mountain in Queenstown and was incredibly beautiful at sunset. Always looking out, this time finally kissed Fangze at the right time. The voyage was very enjoyable, the first snow outside the window in 2016 made the mountains all night white, but the cabin was warm like spring. An old lady played a soft piano, and the high school students who had traveled from Christchurch to Queenstown sat around and hummed generously with the melody. As nothing was prepared for the trip, the American sister paper I talked to on the boat for helping each other take pictures was a surprise. When we arrived at the farm, we were taken by the Scottish Highland cattle who were going to put their hands in their mouths to feed, so that the grass and mud horses on the side were snubbed. We found an outdoor location and chatted comfortably with afternoon tea. At that time, the lazy daylight gently spilled down, the lake in front of Wakatip showed a transparent milk blue, red roses full of the ground, the breeze, the flowers were fragrant, very pleasant. Afterwards, the farm staff took to see the shearing show, the first time I saw how the legendary collie drove the sheep, and the first time I found that the original sheep was so small, and I was scared to be turned over. The shaved sheep was a small circle in an instant, and after being turned over again, they ran away in shame. When the night came back to Queenstown, a bright moon rose slowly in the excellent mountain range, and recalled an afternoon trip, but I felt that it was a little unreal and seemed to escape from the world.