A person's Prado and Sofia are leisurely. Titian's delicacy, Raphael's gentleness, Goya's changeability, Rembrandt's brightness and darkness, Milo's surrealism, Picasso's freedom and Van Gogh's madness are all displayed one by one in the limited space of the museum. Hand-held brochures, according to Tusuoji, one by one exhibition hall to find those masterpieces, found, standing quietly in front of them, looking at it. It seems to me that the museum is such a place of meditation, like the church, a place for spiritual release.