There are several movies I like, and I will never watch other people's reviews, and most of them will not write my own reviews.

So I pulled out a short preface to The Hobbit published by ballantine Book Company, which I bought in 2005. Peter Bigger wrote in Watson, California on 1973. He may also like Tolkien and refuse to write a long preface.

It's been fifteen years since I stumbled across the Lord of the Rings trilogy by Tootkin in Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh (Peter wrote this preface at 1973). Before that, I searched for four years, all because I read Auden's book review published in The New York Times. At that time, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy was not so famous, and it was not so easy to explain its goodness to people. I often miss that era now. At that time, there were not so many magic novels, but just like that, Frodo became a unique treasure and little secret in our hearts. For many years before Long Live Frodo appeared in the new york subway station, the parenting fund was always my secret hero.

It is no accident that it took ten years for the work of the child-care fund to become popular overnight. The sixties were no more chaotic than the fifties, although the sixties inherited some beautiful things from the fifties. But it was not until the 1960s that people generally realized the corruption of industrial society-paradoxically, it was unsuitable for living, inevitable immunity and eventually death! To say the key word of the 1960s, it is probably that the word "progress" has completely lost its sacredness, and "escape" is no longer an eccentric concept. Although we now call that impulse "rebellion", for those of us who love Middle-earth, we sincerely yearn for that world, and if we can, we really want to be in it in an instant!

Because, after all, we love Middle-earth and its inhabitants, not the genius demonstrated by the Child Care Fund. I want to say again that the world existed before the conservation fund was written, and I deeply believe this. The parenting king is the greatest magician. He turned out all our daydreams, nightmares and fantasies under the stars, but he was not the creator: he just gave these fantasies a shelter and built a safe haven for them in this corrupt world.