Sapporo's urban charm

Sapporo, lying quietly outside Honshu Island, Japan, is the fifth largest city in Japan, but it is obviously not so dazzling and overbearing. Sapporo is beautiful, and it is implicit and convergent. You must swallow a few mouthfuls deeply and savor it carefully before you know its fragrance. Ice and snow in winter, cool in summer, red leaves in autumn, green in spring, different seasons and different scenery. Every year, more than13 million tourists come to Sapporo to spend wonderful winter and summer, loving its quiet beauty in late autumn. Walking in the gloomy jungle extending from the urban area to the countryside, simple and fluent modern sculptures leisurely support a few maple leaves blown by the north wind, which is unintentional but natural. This is a paradise for lovers, and this is the hometown of writers and artists. No wonder Junichi Watanabe, a sapporo-born writer, went to medical university after graduating from Sapporo South High School and left Sapporo for many years to write Paradise Lost, which became famous for a while. It is no wonder that Nobu, one of the three famous Japanese sculptors after World War II, used his life and steel knife to carve many touching legends and immortal works for the generous and simple people of Sapporo. His former residence is now crowded with tourists, and his name will become the pride of Sapporo folk songs. Composer Kuranosuke Hamaguchi is not from Sapporo, but his artistic head has long been fixed on the famous sheep mound in Sapporo. When the fat sheep walk beside the stone carvings every day, Sapporo in Binkou, a town of love, is singing all the way in the Japanese archipelago because of Ishihara's sentimental interpretation.