荒野的呼唤的读后感

荒野的呼唤的读后感

《荒野的呼唤》是一部让人回味无穷的小说，讲述的是一条名叫巴克的小狗从在主人火塘边无忧无虑、无所事事，到历经磨难成为狼群首领的一段艰辛过程。那起伏跌宕的情节和感人至深的描写，在我读罢掩卷之后，依然在我眼前栩栩重现。

读着《荒野的呼唤》，我仿佛在字里行间感觉到目光的凝注、曾经的感动，正如我此刻我心潮澎湃：巴克那样坚强，在哈尔做它主人的时候，它与同伴在冰冷刺骨的雪地里饥一餐饱一顿地艰难行进，直到实在支撑不住方才趴下稍事休息。学着坚强，做任何一件事都要尽自己力量、尽自己所能，不轻易放弃与退缩；学着成长，在成长之路上，免不了会有失败，学会利用失败磨练自己，就如一把粗钝的短刀，需要勇敢地接受磨刀石的磨砺，让自己锋利无比，闪闪发光；而最重要的是学会感恩：生死攸关的一刻桑格救了巴克，并把它当孩子来养育。在他的精心照料之下，巴克的伤势渐渐好转，而这份恩情也永远驻守在它心间。当发现小屋被印第安人占领之后，巴克疯狂地追踪主人的脚印来到河畔，主人的气息却立马消逝了，确信主人葬身河中之后，巴克加入了狼群，但它每年都会来此祭奠主人，久久守望，痴心不改。读到这里，我不由潸然落泪……滴水之恩当涌泉相报，在大街上迷路给你指引方向过的人、在你被难题困扰时给你微微点拨的同学、成长之路上给你无微不至关心的老师与家长……天意怜幽草，人间重晚晴，感恩之心会让自己有血有肉有情有义，生命变得充实与丰满！

共读《荒野的呼唤》，仿佛走在曾经走过的石板小径，依然能够听见空谷足音，穿越隧道，敲击在我的心扉，回荡在我的感悟中！

With the life half throttled out of him, Buck attempted toface his tormentors.But he was thrown down and chokedrepeatedly, till they succeeded in filing the heavy brass collarfrom off his neck.Then the rope was removed, and he wasflung into a cagelike crate.There he lay for the remainder of the weary night

nursinghis wrath and wounded pride.He could not understandwhat it all meant.What did they want with him, thesestrange men？ Why were they keeping him pent up in thisnarrow crate？ He did not know why, but he felt oppressedby the vague sense of impending calamity.Several timesduring the night he sprang to his feet when the shed doorrattled open, expecting to see the Judge or the boys at least.But each time it was the bulging face of the saloon-keeperthat peered in at him by the sickly light of a tallow candle.And each time the joyful bark that trembled in Buck's throatwas twisted into a savage growl.But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in the morningfour men entered and picked up the crate.More tormentors,Buck decided, for they were evil-looking creatures, raggedand unkempt;and he stormed and raged at them throughthe bars.They only laughed and poked sticks at him, whichhe promptly assailed with his teeth till he realized that thatwas what they wanted.Whereupon he lay down sullenlyand allowed the crate to be lifted into a wagon.Then he,and the crate in which he was imprisoned, began a

passagethrough many hands.Clerks in the express office took chargeof him;he was carted about in another wagon;a truckcarried him, with an assortment of boxes and parcels.San Diego.Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness,had found a yellow metal, and because

steamship andtransportation companies were booming the find, thousandsof men were rushing into the Northland.These men wanteddogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, withstrong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protectthem from the frost.Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa ClaraValley.Judge Miller's place, it was called.It stood backfrom the road, halfhidden among the trees, through whichglimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ranaround its four sides.The house was approached by gravelleddriveways which wound about through wide-spreadinglawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars.Atthe rear things were on even a more spacious scale than atthe front.There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad

servants cottages, anendless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arborsgreen pastures, orchards, and berry patches.Then there wasthe pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cementtank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plungeand kept cool in the hot afternoon.And over this great demense Buck ruled.Here he was born,and here he had lived the four years of his life.It was true,there were other dogs.There could not but be other dogs onso vast a place, but they did

not count.They came and went,resided in the populous kennels, or lived obscurely in therecesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, the Japanesepug, or Ysabel the Mexican hairless——strange

creaturesthat rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground.Onthe other hand, there were the fox terriers, a score of themat least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabellooking out of the

windows at them and protected by alegion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops.But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel dog.Thewhole realm was his.He plunged into the swimming tankor went hunting with the Judge's sons he escorted Mollieand Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twilight or earlymorning rambles on wintry nights he lay at the Judge'sfeet before the roaring library fire he carried the Judge'sgrandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, andguarded their footsteps through wild adventures down tothe fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond where thepaddocks were, and the berry patches.Among the terriershe stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterlyignored, for he was king——king over all creeping.·收起全部<<