The three movies I like are difficult to choose. There are too many good movies. Mencius said, "Enrichment is beauty." As far as aesthetic enrichment is concerned, I think that in the twentieth century, movies surpassed literature. Kafka, Joyce, Proust and Lu Xun are quite substantial, but entering these texts also requires strong patience. Modern art is too poor, leaving only some boring ideas. Cheng Hao said: "If you can’t keep it, just talk." Art can’t kill time if it can’t be preserved. I can stay in the Louvre all day. I have also been to Pompidou many times, each time for no more than a quarter of an hour. For twenty years, I watched a movie almost every day. Not Hollywood movies, of course, but those so-called "art movies". The word "art film" is not frivolous, it is a bit like the position of "novel" in the 19th century.

Sitting in a dark room for two hours can get the sense of fulfillment brought by Cao Xueqin, Jinling Xiaoxiaosheng, Joyce and Proust. Only Ferini, satyajit ray, Bresson, Abbas and antonioni can do it. Tell me about three recent movies.

Movies are obviously the metonymy of the world. Taoism is natural. This sentence of Laozi is directly the essence of the film.

There is always a "nature" hidden in the cinema.