人是有感情的，動(dòng)物也是。 最近，我看了一本動(dòng)物小說，叫做《野性的呼喚》。 古代的主人是一只名叫巴克的狗。 它聰明、忠誠、忠誠，面對(duì)困難不屈不撓，吃苦耐勞，對(duì)工作忠心耿耿。 它在雪地上受盡折磨，然后遇到了新的主人，終于擺脫了世俗的束縛，回到了荒野。

小說中的主人公巴克讓我感觸頗深。 我有三種感覺。

第一種感覺：巴克不屈不撓的精神。 巴克面對(duì)困難永不退縮的精神值得我們學(xué)習(xí)，因?yàn)槲彝ǔＳ龅嚼щy就退縮。 小時(shí)候，幼兒園老師讓我們跳舞。 我覺得跳舞肯定很累，所以沒有參加。 巴克在冰天雪地的極地奔跑，比起這支舞蹈要辛苦得多，但他從未放棄。 我很慚愧，決定以后不管遇到什么困難，我都不會(huì)輕易放棄。

第二感：巴克的吃苦耐勞的精神，巴克那種不抱怨痛苦不抱怨，永遠(yuǎn)努力的精神，也值得我學(xué)習(xí)。 因?yàn)樵趯W(xué)校，每個(gè)人都要值班，我總是抱怨，說起又臟又臭的垃圾，一天要去好幾次，飯又累又重，手總是油膩膩的。 但是巴克，即使在他又餓又熱的時(shí)候，在他受傷的時(shí)候仍然努力工作，日以繼夜地奔波。 我又臉紅了，心里在想，和巴克比我硬一點(diǎn)有什么用？

第三感：巴克的忠誠。 巴克被主人救出后，悉心照料，與主人的關(guān)系也很親密。 一旦他的主人落入洪流，巴克就會(huì)不顧自己的第一時(shí)間去找他的主人，受了重傷的他也不關(guān)心自己，他只關(guān)心他的主人。 當(dāng)師父被兇猛的伊哈野人殺死時(shí)，巴克二話不說殺死伊哈野人為師父報(bào)仇，但他仍然悲痛欲絕。 這件事讓我明白了一個(gè)深刻的道理。 如果你和一個(gè)朋友真的是好朋友，就應(yīng)該互相信任，互相理解，互相溝通，互相忠誠。 在我們班，同學(xué)之間、朋友之間都缺乏這種忠誠。 我覺得在其他同學(xué)背后議論他，在朋友和同學(xué)之間是非常不恰當(dāng)?shù)男袨椤?/p>

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<<