In jack London, wrote the book-the call of the wild, I went into a dog in the world. This dog called buck, is a the saint Bernard dogs and Scottish collies hybrids. The difference is, buck is not full of human fantasy mythology dog, also not be thrust deep into the human society as a friend of the role of dogs, but in the north to the life of the snow, deeds shocked readers mind dog.
Buck from the life of a judge in the south at home, where the buck enjoy clover, universal respect and take full weight status, but for all mankind in the north to find a yellow metal and change.
Aristocratic breath with the buck suffered first impolite treatment, it was sold to a abducted in red wool unlined upper garment guy there. And then a big meal and hilarious, once again played it unconscious. From then on buck understand that a truth: in that big stick with the man he is no hope. I want to stick is a key, a let buck understand the original nature of the key, let it learning to the law of the jungle of the original ruling law, but also let the body hidden in buck wild gradually awaken.
If the big stick is a key, then buck companion is professor of this course of text. Buck was again trade. It has joined a sled team, and from the structure companions so many of the way of existence.
The dog park church it how to steal food consoles going. In fact buck is don't like stealing, in order to eat satisfied he is not stolen. From the dog Billy there, buck soon learned how to break the ice in the snow kap shui skills such as thirst. Here I want to mention a dog's, horse, because from its body, buck "learning" a lot, let the buck in hazy remembered the original of the killing.
Horse is sled team, at the top dog, also is the leader. It buck as potential opponents, always provocative find fault, the surface is gentle, real ferocity. At first, for horse watts, buck always everywhere tolerance, try to avoid direct conflict. On one hand, to learn from them, on the other hand the instinct of the body with the provocative again from the dead. Finally the ancestors of gritting teeth, wolves tearing and the type of assault on it warmed up, put a horse down, watts.
Once the feral awaken, that comes from the depths of the forest will always cry entice buck, that is a desolate weird, call a person spooky cadence, but buck but very happy to follow to whine. The original animal tough habit on it more intense, in a hunting, buck taste that bloodthirsty and the desire of for killing a happy...... Finally became king of the Wolf.
The human society there are competition and humans have the spirit of the up is a kind of old haggard reflect it. Wild, is it brought conquer all things desire and brutality. Like buck, when all the facts are in the world only to tell it conquerors and be the conqueror, from the depths of the nature of the unyielding spirit is aroused, because it knows all this is the value of life.
In today's highly competitive society, the outcome is in a flash, causes the human can't a little breathing and hesitation, facing the crisis only brave accept, and finally conquer......
But haggard is not only to cruel, it also brought old friendship, can saying is the crystallization of civilization and old. When buck finally a host John died, he look to the heavens, a long growl. This is the worn-out sad, is loyal, is astonishing. Buck was John thick love wild is another way of.
So I want to say life is MAO dun's, the world is complex, but this complex world it is natural the simplest method made. Let the world is full of vitality, is it, but at the same time, the world push into the hell of it-is vice versa wild. It has a cunning, also have loyalty; It brings savage, also it with friendship. Ok, this is real life, colorful and bright, the endless.

中文：
野性的呼唤是一本很好的书，不像童话那样可爱生动活泼，有时候甚至是让人感到恐怖，其实这不是它的缺点，而是它的优点。班上大部分同学都喜欢恐怖的故事，我也不例外，大家应该看题目都有点起鸡皮疙瘩了吧？！那就让我来简单说一下吧：巴克（注意：巴克就是主人公，它是一只狗）在冰天雪地里面拉雪橇，不到一个月就瘦了足足15斤，只好卖掉巴克买其它的狗。和：南极的温度是零下50摄氏度左右，每天要拉12个小时的雪橇。从这两个地方就足以看出有点恐怖了，不用像后面就比前面还有让人胆战心惊了！
每人心中都有一分狂野，正如那条银色的狗，或者说是狼。
人的内心是很隐秘的，我们无法了解他，许多人甚至不知道他的存在。等到我们经历了很多，许多沧海变做桑田，自己的心也累了，甚至连跳动的力量也没有了，猛然做梦时发现了自己祖先也与狼一般于禁林中召唤，我们会义无返顾的回到本就属于也是我们本影在的地方吗？
野性不光在呼唤我们的心，甚至灵魂也为他屈服。忽的想起了那句“随风奔跑自由是方向”原始的自有他的美丽。这个复杂的世界正是由自然用最简单的方法造就的。这只是个时间问题，时间可以改变坚固的山石，清明的流水，让世界毁灭又让它重生。但他永远不能磨灭生命的骨髓——野性。因为他是不可改变的。没有他则生命也无从谈起，他有无穷的哲理。唤起了野性不是重生就是涅盘。也正是他的矛盾让人们渴望野性之火的燃烧又惧怕他焚毁自己。
野性的呼唤，来隐秘的深处。

英文：
My Call of the Wild
------ Enlightenment of The Call of the Wild
" He sings a song of the younger world, which is the song of the pack." (Chapter VII The Sounding of the Wild) When the last sentence vanished from my eyes, I can still perceive an echo of a song - a wild song, which knocks up my dizzy mind that always cheerfully sink into the so-called civilized world without questioning. Wild, is no longer a symbol of the law of jungle but a headspring where streams out love, passion, bravery, loyalty, friendship, venture, competition and tolerance all these virtues can easily be found in the Call of the Wild.
Jack London (1876-1916) is a worldwide renowned novelist. His stories successfully reflect the contradictory views of man’s nature and destiny in and against the wild, and his "fight to survive" notion has gained him and his works timeless popularity, particularly, the Call of the Wild
It tells a story of a gigantic dog, named Buck, who is stolen from a rich and comfortable home and forced to learn to survive as an Alaskan sled dog. Buck, at first, is too savage for the company of man until he coincidently encounters his beloved master-kindhearted John Thornton. Finally, John’s incidental death breaks Buck’s last tie to the man and drives him into his long-desired wild with his pack. In the story, Buck and John simply adopt themselves to answer the call of the wild. When it comes to Buck’s mind that one day he will eventually leave John- his master, all he wants to do is just to help him finish the gold-rush-trip. He " from then on, night and day, never put a halt, in desperation, he burst into long stretch of flight, did not to stay him (John)…" (Chapter VII The Sounding of The Wild) Buck wished to remember John’s image forever, he "for two days and nights never left camp, never let Thornton out of his sight. He followed him about at his work, watched him while saw him into blankets at night and out of them in the morning…" (Chapter VII) When I read these words I just could not hold my tears bursting. Can a real man devote himself to loyalty and friendship in such a way? On the other hand, John Thornton is not only a dog-lover but also a brave and venturous man. He is so straightforward and simple that makes him an accommodating man. Once he firmly roots a goal into his heart, it seems that nothing could prevent him from accomplishing it except death. I do not know whether the persistence is the most vital element to make a man successful, but what I know is that you are not far away from success once you occupy it.
It is Jack London who plunges me into the animated wild from the hustle-and-bustle and from desperate city. There, I merely cannot deny the attraction of Buck’s bark, which enlightens me to pursue another lost half of the nature in mankind, and to dig out a true meaning of life. Dare we imagine that London intentionally employs Buck to set us a model with perfect characters (count barbarity out)? The answer is affirmed. We, as animals, are from the wild but shedding off more and more wild signs, which demonstrate us as the "uncivilized". However, who can fully guarantee that we have not overlooked some essential wild-endowed virtues? Especially, nowadays, it seems more crucial for us to stop looking at the post-industrialized world and to ponder for a while. When cheats, betrayals, lies, lusts and crimes stuff a materialized society, whether London uses this novel to help himself escape the reality or warn the earthy people, to us, modern man, is all the same. It appears horrible that in modern society many people are enthusiastically talking about how to build up "special relations" to the authority, deceiving and lying to each other. To them life is a mask-wearing process rather than a hard work. Every time, you browse WebPages, scandals in politics, business, the entertainment circle and even on campus crowd into your eyes. Oh, what is the essence of human beings? What is the civilization to us? Do we need to look back at where we came from? Is it good or bad for us to speak out what we think and to do what the consciences demand us to? Are we wasting talents given by the mighty nature? Be an honest, straightforward, warmhearted, emotional and responsible man or be a shrewd, cold hearted and astute hypocrite? While embracing the "civilized" rubbish, we are losing those good virtues, which are the calls of the wild. Once we lose them, we are to lose ourselves, and we will get nowhere. I wish this dreadful thought is totally a fallacy, but, now, it is chilling me hard. One day when I happen to stand on the top of a grand mountain to observe a boundless prairie enveloped by the sapphire firmament and combed by gusts of the rhythmical west wind, a morning sun sprinkles me her warmth and brilliance in a graceful way, however, at that moment, I am afraid that I cannot appreciate these beauties, I am a lost " civilized man" then.
Please, please do not let come true while we are still able to answer the call of the wild.