How to evaluate the movie "Little Forest"

A good movie. Large expanses of green lie tenderly sprouting in the eyes. The trickling stream just walks along the blue sky and white clouds, and after turning a few turns, it quietly flows into my heart. The little girl riding a bicycle, wearing a hat, rolled over the ancient stone road. The slightly cold air held her neat short hair in her arms, and every step she took would see her thin back flying in the wind. It's so beautiful. It turns out that freedom is something that can make people shine like this. Warm spring, fresh green, severe winter, white snow, rain and dew in the morning, and insects chirping in the middle of the night. Komori is so small, but it perfectly encapsulates all the beauty and gifts of nature. Like a child, he opens his little fist and sticks out his tongue to happily show you its magic weapon. Such a peaceful and far-reaching day, a day when there is no need to toss between material desires and human hearts. The days spent leisurely pondering over firewood, rice, oil and salt, the days spent roasting sweet potatoes and chatting with neighbors about homely things. As long as I can lie down, I will lie down all over the field of stars. I am getting old and sleepy. It's so beautiful. When I was a child, I didn't know how to chew the food carefully, so I complained that my mother was too casual in cooking. It's always such a simple recipe that I can't bear to put in any effort. Later, when I grew up, I tried my best to study and figure it out, but I could never make it taste like that. It's not that there's a lack of salt or soy sauce. There's obviously no lack of anything, so why can't such an ordinary dish be cooked well? After trying everything, I suddenly got inspiration. Looking at my mother’s back in my memory, I started to learn to pull out threads and tendons. After spending so much effort, the plain green vegetables finally had a familiar fresh and tender taste, but I couldn't help but keep silent and wet my eyes. Only then did I realize that when I was young, I couldn’t understand deep feelings and couldn’t understand the word love. How many years later, when I look back on it with tears in my eyes, I will be moved and annoyed at the same time. Fortunately, when the sun rises tomorrow morning, I can still receive letters from you from afar; when I finally learn to cherish things in a daze, you can hold the phone and laugh at my confusion and willfulness. You are still here.