Before watching the amazing film Loving VIncent, my son and I listened to the song Vincent again and again . At last, my son David sung the song .
David sung karaoke of Vincent
In the afternoon of December 10，after two days the , we went to the cinema and enjoyed the film.
Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation.
也许我总是一团糟，但我的心里仍存有平静，纯粹的和弦和乐音。在最破败的室内，最污秽的角落，我依旧看见艺术和绘画。而我的思想朝着那方向而去，像无法遏制的冲动。时间流逝，更多的东西被忽视，我便越发清晰地看见了绘画。艺术呼唤不竭的动力，不断工作，永无停歇的洞见（观察observation）。
Director Dorota Kobiela began to like Van Gogh from the age of 15, and was deeply touched by Van Gogh's epistle.
Van Gogh's life has more than 800 letters, written in his creation of emotion, and the vast majority of letters are sent to the younger brother Theo who was in Paris.
In his last letter, there was a saying, "only painting can express my mind."
Therefore, Dorota has the idea: "I hope that, as he wishes, his heart, the story that happened to him, is told by his paintings."
In 8 years, more than 65000 paintings.
Every character and scene in the film,
All from Van Gogh's works,
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
There is a fire in everyone's heart.
The passing people saw only the smoke.
But there's always one person,
There's always a man who can see the fire.
Then come over and accompany me.
In the crowd, I saw his fire, and then I walked quickly.
He will be drowned in the dust of the years if he is afraid of a little slower.
I take my passion, my apathy,
My frenzy, my gentle,
And there is no reason to believe in love,
There is no breath to go up.
I stammered to him and said, what's your name?
From what name you call,
Then, there was everything.
- Van Gogh