To play Xuqiao, on the way back to the hotel, I took a short cut and bumped into the park by mistake. It's like picking up a wallet. The willow leaves along the river are flocculent and chorus is singing, just practicing, but it adds a lot of color to the tranquility. There are lakes, boats and benches in the park. It's no wonder that they feel so similar to Chinese parks. Flowers only tulip blossom, all kinds of color, meaning that Hokkaido summer is coming. There are few people in the park, and there are no bear children. I really want to stay in silence.