《米兰树记》是一段历时四年的观察旅程，循着从城市延伸至乡野的象征性路径，记录米兰的树木，呈现它们的美丽与脆弱，以及人类与自然之间深沉的联结。 　　Milan Arbor is a four-year observational journey through Milan’s trees, tracing a symbolic path from city to countryside, revealing their beauty, fragility, and the deep bond that ties us to nature.

纪录片以海南两大水库淹没区几棵古树的移植为切口，通过跨时四年的持续拍摄跟踪，用一个个真实生动的移植故事，重新续写了人与树木千百年来的深厚链接，用诚意和新意讲述了当下发生在中国海南的生态文明故事。

瀛洲界内，诸子百家，唐诗宋词，皆有书灵。在《唐诗三百首》中醒来的书灵顾七绝，骑着《山海经》的神兽驳， 与为了养活自己和一群妹子而努力奋斗的乐五音一起踏上了一条寻找唤醒其他书灵的道路。

瀛洲界内，诸子百家，唐诗宋词，皆有书灵。在《唐诗三百首》中醒来的书灵顾七绝，骑着《山海经》的神兽驳， 与为了养活自己和一群妹子而努力奋斗的乐五音一起踏上了一条寻找唤醒其他书灵的道路。

丈夫彼得的死让道恩伤心欲绝，就在此时，道恩的小女儿西蒙娜却告诉她，彼得的灵魂栖息在院子里的一颗巨大的榕树之上，正默默地守护着整个家庭。靠着榕树的支撑，道恩渐渐从永失所爱的痛苦和悲伤中走了出来，优秀青年乔治的出现更是让道恩重新感受到了被爱和被关怀的快乐。 没想到，道恩和乔治之间的感情遭到了女儿的强烈反对，西蒙娜无法相信除了父亲外，母亲竟然还能爱上别的男人。同时，院子里的榕树似乎对道恩身上所发生的事情了如指掌，它竟然也开始用它自己的方法干预起了道恩的生活。

丈夫彼得的死让道恩伤心欲绝，就在此时，道恩的小女儿西蒙娜却告诉她，彼得的灵魂栖息在院子里的一颗巨大的榕树之上，正默默地守护着整个家庭。靠着榕树的支撑，道恩渐渐从永失所爱的痛苦和悲伤中走了出来，优秀青年乔治的出现更是让道恩重新感受到了被爱和被关怀的快乐。 没想到，道恩和乔治之间的感情遭到了女儿的强烈反对，西蒙娜无法相信除了父亲外，母亲竟然还能爱上别的男人。同时，院子里的榕树似乎对道恩身上所发生的事情了如指掌，它竟然也开始用它自己的方法干预起了道恩的生活。

一位老人在沙漠中终其一生用珍贵的水源灌溉一颗枯死的树，这与他曾有过一个天真可爱的女儿有关。

Wrapping the audience in waves of sound, Alberi takes us on a circular journey through the Italian countryside. The marvelous natural music at the tops of the eponymous trees makes way for the rhythmic cadence of civilization--men baring axes and the natural clatter of daily life--before their unforgettable return home from the forest. The singular artistry of director Michelangelo Frammartino (Le quatro volte) is beautifully displayed in this mesmerizing homage to nature

Bianca is 23 years old, and it already feels like too much. She has left her parents' home and is supposed to be attending university, but she never goes. She has a few specific obsessions: the passing of time, cocaine, and Angelica. Ever since they started living together, everything seems to move faster, spiraling downwards. Even their friendship stumbles into addiction and becomes confused with love. 　　Bianca keeps a notebook, jotting down notes for her books, but she wishes she could write everything in it: that youth is painful and already slipping away, that friendship breaks your heart, and that we constantly lose everything — and yet, maybe, in the end — between the night streets of Rome, the boys of Naples, and the tree that stands silently, visible through the window — nothing will be truly lost.

过年回到安徽南方的老家，我见到了许多年没有团聚的家人，还有一棵长在屋基上的树。