荒野的呼喚的讀后感

《荒野的呼喚》是一部讓人回味無窮的小說，講述的是一條名叫巴克的小狗從在主人火塘邊無憂無慮、無所事事，到歷經(jīng)磨難成為狼群首領(lǐng)的一段艱辛過程。那起伏跌宕的情節(jié)和感人至深的描寫，在我讀罷掩卷之后，依然在我眼前栩栩重現(xiàn)。

讀著《荒野的呼喚》，我仿佛在字里行間感覺到目光的凝注、曾經(jīng)的感動，正如我此刻我心潮澎湃：巴克那樣堅強(qiáng)，在哈爾做它主人的時候，它與同伴在冰冷刺骨的雪地里饑一餐飽一頓地艱難行進(jìn)，直到實在支撐不住方才趴下稍事休息。學(xué)著堅強(qiáng)，做任何一件事都要盡自己力量、盡自己所能，不輕易放棄與退縮；學(xué)著成長，在成長之路上，免不了會有失敗，學(xué)會利用失敗磨練自己，就如一把粗鈍的短刀，需要勇敢地接受磨刀石的磨礪，讓自己鋒利無比，閃閃發(fā)光；而最重要的是學(xué)會感恩：生死攸關(guān)的一刻桑格救了巴克，并把它當(dāng)孩子來養(yǎng)育。在他的精心照料之下，巴克的傷勢漸漸好轉(zhuǎn)，而這份恩情也永遠(yuǎn)駐守在它心間。當(dāng)發(fā)現(xiàn)小屋被印第安人占領(lǐng)之后，巴克瘋狂地追蹤主人的腳印來到河畔，主人的氣息卻立馬消逝了，確信主人葬身河中之后，巴克加入了狼群，但它每年都會來此祭奠主人，久久守望，癡心不改。讀到這里，我不由潸然落淚……滴水之恩當(dāng)涌泉相報，在大街上迷路給你指引方向過的人、在你被難題困擾時給你微微點撥的同學(xué)、成長之路上給你無微不至關(guān)心的老師與家長……天意憐幽草，人間重晚晴，感恩之心會讓自己有血有肉有情有義，生命變得充實與豐滿！

共讀《荒野的呼喚》，仿佛走在曾經(jīng)走過的石板小徑，依然能夠聽見空谷足音，穿越隧道，敲擊在我的心扉，回蕩在我的感悟中！

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<<