Some Thoughts on Films I don’t know how long I’ve loved watching movies. When I was still a little kid, my father always told me his story about his youth. When he was in his twenties, he and his friend bought a mini cinematograph, and then went around southeastern provinces on his Cub to film and make money. ‘It was a great time!’, he recalled. At that time, there were only Soviet films, Chinese films and Indian films because the government was having a ban on American and Western movies, but wherever they arrived, they would always attract many audiences because there were very few people who could own a TV set. Even when he was settled and started a family, his passion for movies never really dies. My father bought many film CDs whenever he could afford, most of which were Hollywood and Western movies; he also bought many animated movies CDs for me. My childhood are filled with colourful visions of those fantastic stories. I laughed when watching Tom & Jerry, I cried a lot while watching Jumbo and The Lion King. Even until now I still love watching movies, like my father. I love the “Story about love” in “500 Days Of Summer”, the journey in “The Motorcycle Diaries”, the inspirational story in “Forrest Gump” and the way how Rowan Atkinson make people laugh in “Mr. Bean’s Holiday”… Each film is an incredible story about everything: life, love, happiness, sadness, joy and even desperation. Those stories do not only offer me a chance to experience different shades of emotions, but they also provide me with precious lessons of morality and humanity.