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The first article written by Sword Fai about "Research the compass" should have just been cut, and the bitterness of a human being can only be called out in his creation. These words are as alive as his films, not as important as the good or bad of the work, but rather as living for life.

"No new language, no new way.

There's no new power to express new feelings.

It's not pain, it's not love.

It's just a long-overdue instinct reaction."

The Night of Times.

Last year, at 5 a.m. on New Year's Eve, I left the Youth Hostel for Beijing South Station to go home for the year.

Last November, I just moved to Tunzhou. Judds came to me, and we walked a dozen miles. In the meantime, he told me that he had read "Research the compass" twice and that he liked it. What we said most of that night was "the desire to save us". That's when I realized. I went to make a documentary like this last year to save my desires. But at the same time, I wonder why I have saved my desires and why now I still need to save myself.

Some kind of self-repeats over the course of the year, and I kept going back and forth... until I realized that I had never moved forward, but had moved in a little direction. A little bit will go back, and a little bit will go back. I'm the one who's been moving, and I'm saying, "I can't recognize a precise enemy or lover, set a anchor." I have "recognised an exact enemy or lover and set an anchor".

In the film, Harbin and Auntie had a debate about real and fake. Harbin said that the auction was real, even if it was fake, as long as it was recognized by the auction rules as a whole. However, the aunt of this old school said, "It's fake, it's real, it's fake, it's fake". At that time, I gave my intuitive approval to what my aunt had said, an instinct of realism and a belief in something that could be sought. But after going to the auction, I immediately found out what Harbin said. I'm stagnating in these two "reals".

From truth to truth, and in the end I have to go back to the truth, which cannot be described as true. The true, true and unconditional truth that I know and believe in.

"The Night of Times" has the sound of fireworks at 4:40, as I hear right now outside the window. You can't just let it go this time. You've always been and always have been and always have been and always have been.