野性的呼唤

The story begins in the home of a judge in the Southern United States. Our hero is a St. Bernard/Collie mix dog, Buck, a pampered aristocratic dog. But there was also a background, the Alaskan Gold Rush, and a large number of people rushed to that frozen land, and they needed helpers -- dogs, so a large number of dogs were sold to Alaska; And that includes Buck. He is sold by the gardener's assistant and clubbed by a man in a red sweater in a place where he learns the "law of sticks and fangs." Here, too, is the first step in his wild awakening. If the man's stick was the key to his wild life, then the fate of Curly behind him and the habits and suffering of his companions were the true dogma that taught him the rules of existence. Curly's death, let him understand the polar survival law: can only stand, never fall, fall is dead. Parker's theft, let him understand, in this place, only survival is the most important, this is not the South, morality has no use; His first successful theft was a sign that he had adapted to life here. And, of course, there was the one dog that was so important to Buck's transformation -- the silky. As he continued to try to provoke, Buck began to take it easy to avoid confrontation. It was he who kept Buck learning, and made him really cunning: he could cause internal coax, he could form his own party. In the end Buck got the better of him. It was he who made Buck try the thrill of killing, the bloody satisfaction. He took Buck, literally, back to the wild. At this time buck, there is no benevolence and morality to speak of. He adapted to the cruel living environment in the north and got used to the life of the law of the jungle. He killed off the silk-haired dogs, replaced them as lead dogs, and kept a team of dogs in good order. He's, like, totally transformed. Into a beast as cunning as the local Eskimo, even more so. He passed through the hands of many masters, and in the hands of his last master, John Thornton, who had saved his life, and his dog, he felt love and warmth, and began a period, and a last period, of peace. But by this time the wildness had come back to Buck. He felt a call from the depths of the forest. He ran into the woods again and again, but came back again and again for Thornton. In the process, he meets a Wolf. On his way back to camp that time, he sensed something unusual. He found that the camp was already full of local natives, the Yehaz, and that they had killed Thornton and his friends and his dog. Buck rushed upon the Yehaz in a rage full of rage, like a raging beast, and without mercy he slit their throats without hurting them. He chased them all the time, all the time venting his anger. Finally, he returned to the camp and found Thornton's body. He looked up at the sky and gave a long cry. The howl was sentimental, it was faithful, it was stirring. Buck's deep love for John was another expression of wildness. Thornton died, the human society for Buck no longer care, he walked into the Wolf pack, became the Wolf king with strength, and was regarded by the local aborigines as a ghost beast. Every year, he would visit the spot where Thornton had died, observe a moment of silence, and then return to his pack. Buck was originally a civilized dog, but in order to survive, he broke free from civilization. He has a strong ability to adapt, he can quickly recognize the change of environment and the change of people's beliefs and make timely response. Isn't our current society also in such a state of the law of the jungle? Survival of the fittest, this is an immutable truth, in the animal world, and even in the human world, is true. Buck grew into an unrivalled dog and even transformed into a Wolf. And we, also should in the life of suffering, continue to learn, continue to grow. From a flower in a greenhouse to a tree in the sky that can withstand the test of wind and rain. Even, can shelter others from the wind and rain. Grow into a real mature person. In the story, dogs also have different personalities: some are gentle and easy-going, some are friendly, some are sharp and outgoing, some are dignified, some are sinister and vicious, some are timid, and some like to be lazy and pretend to be sick. These dogs, in fact, are like a microcosm of human society. There is competition between humans, there is competition between dogs; Humans have responsibilities, and they do. They are also a reflection of the human soul. They're wild, they're human, they're wild. In the depths of every man's heart, like Buck's, lurks the deepest, most primal, undetectable wildness. Modern man's life, suppressed by all kinds of rules for too long, can no longer see the wild, only to see a domesticated animal.