It is like the location of the late-night canteen. It is not Kyoto. It is Xiaozun. The river in that beach has long disappeared in the long river of time, but the name Xiaoxiao has been passed down. Fading away from the once prosperous clothing, Otaru retains the aesthetics of the Japanese tradition, and retains the unique romantic opening of the port city. The beauty of Otaru lies in her bleakness, just like a shy woman, in the snow at night. In it, the beautiful flower buds are opened.