狼图腾读后感400字（一）

这是世界上迄今为止唯一一部描绘、研究蒙古狼的“旷世奇书”。只要你阅读这本书，将是他们这个年代享受不尽的关于蒙古草原狼的精神盛宴。因为它的厚重，因为它的不可再现。因为任由蒙古铁骑和蒙古狼纵横驰骋的游牧草原正在或者已经消失，所有那些有关狼的传说和故事正从我们的记忆中退化，留给我们的仅仅是一些道德诅咒和刻毒谩骂的文字符号。感谢这本书的作者姜戎。32年前，作为一名北京知青，他自愿到蒙古边境的额仑草原插队，长达11年。在草原上，他钻过狼洞，掏过狼崽，养过小狼，与狼战斗过，也与狼缠绵过。还与他心爱的小狼共同患难，经历了青年时代痛苦的精神“游牧”。

不仅这样，文学批评家—孟繁华还对这本书写道：

《狼图腾》在当代中国文学的整体格局中，是一个灿烂而奇异的存在，如果将它作为小说来读，它充满了历史和传说；如果将它当作一部文化人类学著作来读，他又充满了虚构和想象。作者将他的学识和文学能力奇妙地结合在一起具体描述和人类学知识又相互渗透得如此出人意料、不可思议。显然，这是一部情理交织、力透纸背的大书。

狼图腾读后感400字（二）

今天读了狼图腾第一章，不愧是一本好书，才看到第一章就带给人如此的震撼，其实很早以前就知道这本书了，那是去年九月份在北京，我妈妈看了这本书，跟我说这本书不错，表面写狼，实则写人。当时我很不以为然，后来又听文学院一个同学盛赞这本书，才有了想看看这本书的愿望，今天总算看了这个第一章。

表面写狼，实则写人。其实我觉得狼比人还要优秀，突出的战斗技巧，完美的团队精神，精确的作战指挥，人恐怕也比不上，其实狼好比商场上的人，商场上的战士正是需要这种精神才能战无不胜。正如张瑞敏所说，拥有狼的精神的团队是可怕的，因为他是最勇敢，最厉害的。以前总觉得江狼尊为图腾是可笑的，世界上又有什么动物比得过人呢？不过现在明白了，狼岂止是狼，他简直是神！

通过看这本书，我对草原上终日和狼打交道的人有了崇高的敬意，他们并不是一个因为闭塞而落后愚昧的群体，二是一群伟大的卫士。与狼作斗争，保卫自己的家园，在与狼作斗争的过程中，他们形成了我们自以为天之骄子的大学生所无可比拟的智慧和勇气。

向狼群学习吧，向草原卫士学习吧！

狼图腾读后感400字（三）

《狼图腾》让我了解到了游牧民族与农耕民族之间的差异，在人与自然、人性与狼性、狼道与天道之间似乎存在着追求关注和焦点。阅读此书，我了解了这个时代关于狼图腾的知识。因为它的厚重，因为它的不可再现。因为任由蒙古铁骑和蒙古狼群纵横驰骋的游牧草原正在或者已经消失，所有那些有关狼的传说和故事正在从我们的记忆中退化，而取而代之的则是人们对狼的误解。

这部以狼为叙事主体的小说，给我们展示了在宽广、辽阔、深沉、静谧的蒙古大草原上，蒙古游牧民族对狼图腾的崇拜，演绎了自然生态环境保护的重要价值，也从新的角度给我们探讨了狼性和羊性以至国民性的深刻哲理。

在环环相扣的“狼故事”的紧张氛围中，蒙古狼卓越的智慧、机警的作战、坚强的意志、忘我的忠义、浓厚的亲情历历在目，还有以毕利格老人为代表的蒙古草原的游牧文化也是文明悠长。

主人公陈阵养的小狼活灵活现，把狼性的热爱生命与顽强的忍耐力更刻画的栩栩如生：在对待食物上，小狼对喜爱的食物居然可以先观察在偷袭；对烈日的暴晒，小狼能想出用挖洞的方法隐藏身体；对脱离家园的迁移小狼可以一次次宁死不屈的和牛马车抗争也不妥协。现代社会是竞争的社会，也是合作的社会，社会分工越来越细，单靠一个人的力量是无法把工作做好的。所以我们得像狼一样有团队意识，充分的信任工作伙伴，各司其职而又互相帮助，这样才能取得最大的利益。

狼图腾读后感400字（四）

《狼图腾》这本书讲了作者在额仑草原插队期间，他观过狼战，打过狼，养过狼。主人公陈阵养的小狼活灵活现，把狼性的热爱生命与顽强的忍耐力更刻画的栩栩如生：在对待食物上，小狼对喜爱的食物居然可以先观察在偷袭；对烈日的暴晒，小狼能想出用挖洞的方法隐藏身体；对脱离家园的迁移小狼可以一次次宁死不屈的和牛马车抗争也不妥协。

对着野性十足的小狼，我却油然而生敬意与怜爱之情。()在小狼死去时，他见到了自己心中真正的“狼图腾”。以战术取胜的草原民族，曾多次统一中原，据说他们的战术战法取之狼道。正因为这样，狼的智慧、狼的勇气、狼的耐力、狼的团结再他们身上有了完美的体现，正是这样，使游牧民族所向无敌。草原狼的存在为中国名胜也做出了不可小视的贡献。如果没有草原狼，那么游牧民族也不可能如此强大，如果没有如此强大的游牧民族华夏民族也不可能修建长城防御外敌。正因为草原狼的存在使中国有了历史性的改变。

读了《狼图腾》，我的心被之深深的感染了，草原狼把我从平静的生活一下子带到了西部草原的深广与另类的生活感受，让我觉得我的血液在扩张、在膨胀、在向往

狼图腾英文读后感（一）

wolf totem

finishing reading the novel named wolf totem, i got some kind of uneasiness. perhaps it was only in a kink of my nature, strong in me even in those days. i just couldn’t help writing something for the wolf and the pasture which had vanished at the end of the novel, vanished from reality.

at first, i started to read this novel printed in english to improve my english. but once i began, i found that i quickly lost myself into the primitive grassland described by the educated youth sent to inner mongolia.

on this grassland, wolves, marmots, rabbits, flocks, herders and even mosquitoes live together as a whole. it seems that only the wolf and the herder are at the reverence of tengger among these creatures. they all worship their great mother: the land, who gives them water, food and the most important—the living land.

the mongolian grassland wolf is smart, strong and ferocious. they can make an outstanding trap for their pray, using excellent strategies tengger granted them. they eat gazelles, marmots and also the flocks herded by the people to fill their bellies. another purpose of their pray is to protect the grassland from eating up by vegetarians. on the other hand, the herders who also live on this land for thousands of years make the good use of their talent and experience to trap the mogollon wolves. the herders remove the pelts from the wolves’ bodies to sell. but they will never eat the wolves’ meat. in respect of tengger, the carcass of the dead herder will be taken to the sky—burial ground and stay for some days until the wolf eat up all his body includes the meat, the bone and even the hair. when nothing left on that ground, it means the soul of that man has been sent to tengger.

traveling in this novel, i often feel that i’m really riding a mongolia horse on the broad grassland. i can smell the fragrance sent out by the earth and the grass. i trap the marmot, enjoy the butter tea, fight against the pack of wolves, and look up into the clear sky to revere tengger greatly.

it’s a tragedy for the wolf, the herder and the country to witness the complete process, a process how a lush pastureland full of vigorous lives changed into a sandy land. i feel the pangs of heart as the writer did when the tragedy came into reality.

and the dead of that “little wolf” raised by chen zhen also broke my heart. i love the wolf deeply. chen raised it using a chain to limit its range of activity. but the wolf never gave up the attempt to roam the vast grassland freely. the wolf gradually became mature and strong as the hours passed by. he never stopped trying. the cub’s temperament eventually sealed his fate. on a windless, moonless dark night when the dogs did not bark and the stars did not shine, little wolf died. because the injury the wolf got after his suicide struggle for free was too terrible to cure, chen ended his life with a spade. the cub didn’t make a sound as he slumped to the ground, a true mongolian grassland wolf till the very end.

after 30 years, when chen zhen came to the olonbulag, to the cave where he caught the cub and his brothers, he yelled into the cave “little wolf, little wolf, time to eat.” no answer but whispers of a breath of dry wind. the admirable, lovely, and pitiable little wolf won’t run to him joyfully, wrapping his legs around chen’s, rubbing up against his knees and licking his hands and chin. perhaps the dead of little wolf was related to its own stubbornness, chen zhen or the “farmers”。 however it did die.

“little wolf, little wolf, time to eat” i have my face covered with tears. a deep sorrow rouses in my heart. as chen said that the ancient cave of the wolf cub would be buried in yellow sand one day, but little wolf will live in my mind forever.

and i will not forget that old man i admire so much. as one of the leaders on the olonbulag, billgee is venerable and wise like a wolf king.

bao shungui, a chief in the inner mongolian production and construction corps i hate very much, always said that billgee was on the wolf’s side. actually, billgee was on the grassland’s side.

because wolves on the pastureland had the function of controlling the number of vegetarians, which did good for the pastureland in the long run, bellgee always tried to keep the amount of wolves at an appropriate level. he worshiped the mongol wolf. he believed in that the sprit of wolf had helped the mongols live against the terrible environment on the grassland for thousands of years. as he often said “you chinese will never understand the mongolian wolves” we will never know about the wolf as much as him. in fact, he is one of the wolf kings on the vast grassland in my mind, smart and tenacious.

the old man suffered more than most but that he was also the luckiest, the last mongol to have a sky burial and return to tengger.

that dog named erlang makes a profound impression on me, too. i call it dog, but i am still not sure it’s a dog or wolf. perhaps it’s a hybrid of a male wolf and a female dog.

it was loyal to its master, helped watch flocks and fight against wolves. at the same time, it used to eat lambs and often walked along far away from the people. it was also much more ferocious than other dogs. when chen zhen brought back the little wolf, erlang was the only dog to go close to the wolf. during the following months, it treated the wolf as its son when other dogs always barked at the wolf. i guess there are some mutual things among erlang and the wolf.

i like erlang. i like its loyalty as a dog and its proud loneliness as a wolf. we can’t find it during the leisure time when erlang is always thinking about something in some place, but once in service, we make sure that erlang is at its post.

at last, erlang was killed by a “farmer” who didn’t belong to the grassland after it’d left the yurt and was wrapped in his own thoughts out in the grass. i will miss erlang.

i am not enough lucky as chen zhen to live on the primitive grassland for 11 years, to enjoy every beautiful thing including wolves, the swan lake, the simple herder and so on. but in some ways i am luckier than chen zhen, who also witnessed the withered process of the last original grassland in the flesh. i think it’s really cruel to chen zhen to see all the terrible things happen, but he could do nothing. i have the same sorrow when reading this novel, when experiencing the process indirectly.

finishing reading wolf totem, i learned a lot. after thinking about the wolf, the grassland and the country, i feel awfully growing up about it.

at this instant, i see my very own wolf totem.

狼图腾英文读后感（二）

"wolf totem" book

summer vacation i read "wolf totem" this novel, after i read that i benefit.

in "wolf totem", the first so i'm interested in the characters and the vivid description of wolves. protagonist, chen zhen is the embodiment of the author, 30 years ago, as a beijing youth, voluntary amount to the border of inner mongolia grassland lun jump the queue, as long as 11 years. in the prairie, he drilled holes wolf, dig over pups, or raise coyotes, and wolves fought, but also with lingering over the wolf. wolf-themed story, written at the time of the environment, has launched a coherent by the dozens, "the wolf story." but the whole book attracted me the most, or the author's depiction of thinking about the wolf. ()wolf caught huangyangchuan a trick. during the day, a wolf eyeing a gazelle, to not touch it. one dark, gazelle will find a place to leeward lying under the thick grass to sleep. moment the wolf not catch it, gazelle body to sleep, it's nose ears can not sleep, a little movement, gazelle jumped up and ran, the wolf to catch up. night wolf is not hands-on, lying dead in the near such a place, such as night, until dawn, gazelle hold a nocturia, urinary hold up, the wolf found the opportunity to rush to go after, gazelle run up and not spread urine, run as far tangutica hind leg cramp on a bumpy, it could run.

in my opinion, we humans should be a good wolf and the sheep of the combination was able, under the conditions of the limited capacity of full play to their level. so we do things, whether man or be sure to remember the same can not be trampled upon like sheep, like wolves, not greedy, we must learn to calm and stable character, like sheep, have to learn to fight the wolf as a positive, united and cooperative behavior. will be both good together in order to succeed.

狼图腾读后感英文

finishing reading the novel named wolf totem, i got some kind of uneasiness. perhaps it was only in a kink of my nature, strong in me even in those days. i just couldn’t help writing something for the wolf and the pasture which had vanished at the end of the novel, vanished from reality.

at first, i started to read this novel printed in english to improve my english. but once i began, i found that i quickly lost myself into the primitive grassland described by the educated youth sent to inner mongolia.

on this grassland, wolves, marmots, rabbits, flocks, herders and even mosquitoes live together as a whole. it seems that only the wolf and the herder are at the reverence of tengger among these creatures. they all worship their great mother: the land, who gives them water, food and the most important—the living land.

the mongolian grassland wolf is smart, strong and ferocious. they can make an outstanding trap for their pray, using excellent strategies tengger granted them. they eat gazelles, marmots and also the flocks herded by the people to fill their bellies. another purpose of their pray is to protect the grassland from eating up by vegetarians. on the other hand, the herders who also live on this land for thousands of years make the good use of their talent and experience to trap the mogollon wolves. the herders remove the pelts from the wolves’ bodies to sell. but they will never eat the wolves’ meat. in respect of tengger, the carcass of the dead herder will be taken to the sky—burial ground and stay for some days until the wolf eat up all his body includes the meat, the bone and even the hair. when nothing left on that ground, it means the soul of that man has been sent to tengger.

traveling in this novel, i often feel that i’m really riding a mongolia horse on the broad grassland. i can smell the fragrance sent out by the earth and the grass. i trap the marmot, enjoy the butter tea, fight against the pack of wolves, and look up into the clear sky to revere tengger greatly.

it’s a tragedy for the wolf, the herder and the country to witness the complete process, a process how a lush pastureland full of vigorous lives changed into a sandy land. i feel the pangs of heart as the writer did when the tragedy came into reality.

and the dead of that “little wolf” raised by chen zhen also broke my heart. i love the wolf deeply. chen raised it using a chain to limit its range of activity. but the wolf never gave up the attempt to roam the vast grassland freely. the wolf gradually became mature and strong as the hours passed by. he never stopped trying. the cub’s temperament eventually sealed his fate. on a windless, moonless dark night when the dogs did not bark and the stars did not shine, little wolf died. because the injury the wolf got after his suicide struggle for free was too terrible to cure, chen ended his life with a spade. the cub didn’t make a sound as he slumped to the ground, a true mongolian grassland wolf till the very end.

after 30 years, when chen zhen came to the olonbulag, to the cave where he caught the cub and his brothers, he yelled into the cave “little wolf, little wolf, time to eat.” no answer but whispers of a breath of dry wind. the admirable, lovely, and pitiable little wolf won’t run to him joyfully, wrapping his legs around chen’s, rubbing up against his knees and licking his hands and chin. perhaps the dead of little wolf was related to its own stubbornness, chen zhen or the “farmers”。 however it did die.

“little wolf, little wolf, time to eat” i have my face covered with tears. a deep sorrow rouses in my heart. as chen said that the ancient cave of the wolf cub would be buried in yellow sand one day, but little wolf will live in my mind forever.

and i will not forget that old man i admire so much. as one of the leaders on the olonbulag, billgee is venerable and wise like a wolf king.

bao shungui, a chief in the inner mongolian production and construction corps i hate very much, always said that billgee was on the wolf’s side. actually, billgee was on the grassland’s side.

because wolves on the pastureland had the function of controlling the number of vegetarians, which did good for the pastureland in the long run, bellgee always tried to keep the amount of wolves at an appropriate level. he worshiped the mongol wolf. he believed in that the sprit of wolf had helped the mongols live against the terrible environment on the grassland for thousands of years. as he often said “you chinese will never understand the mongolian wolves” we will never know about the wolf as much as him. in fact, he is one of the wolf kings on the vast grassland in my mind, smart and tenacious.

the old man suffered more than most but that he was also the luckiest, the last mongol to have a sky burial and return to tengger.

that dog named erlang makes a profound impression on me, too. i call it dog, but i am still not sure it’s a dog or wolf. perhaps it’s a hybrid of a male wolf and a female dog.

it was loyal to its master, helped watch flocks and fight against wolves. at the same time, it used to eat lambs and often walked along far away from the people. it was also much more ferocious than other dogs. when chen zhen brought back the little wolf, erlang was the only dog to go close to the wolf. during the following months, it treated the wolf as its son when other dogs always barked at the wolf. i guess there are some mutual things among erlang and the wolf.

i like erlang. i like its loyalty as a dog and its proud loneliness as a wolf. we can’t find it during the leisure time when erlang is always thinking about something in some place, but once in service, we make sure that erlang is at its post.

at last, erlang was killed by a “farmer” who didn’t belong to the grassland after it’d left the yurt and was wrapped in his own thoughts out in the grass. i will miss erlang.

i am not enough lucky as chen zhen to live on the primitive grassland for 11 years, to enjoy every beautiful thing including wolves, the swan lake, the simple herder and so on. but in some ways i am luckier than chen zhen, who also witnessed the withered process of the last original grassland in the flesh. i think it’s really cruel to chen zhen to see all the terrible things happen, but he could do nothing. i have the same sorrow when reading this novel, when experiencing the process indirectly.

finishing reading wolf totem, i learned a lot. after thinking about the wolf, the grassland and the country, i feel awfully growing up about it.

at this instant, i see my very own wolf totem.

《狼图腾》读后感（一）

刚开始听说《狼图腾》这本书的时候，应该是我高中的时候吧，那时候看过一篇关于狼的文章，让我开始对狼这个神秘而富有情感的生物产生了一种莫名的情愫。那时候很想通过《狼图腾》这本书来进一步了解一下狼文化以及在那片最接近天空的草原下的神秘。可是因为高考的原因，一直都没机会真正静下心来看这本书。当党课学习班上要求我们写读书笔记，并且在推荐书目中有《狼图腾》这本书的时候，我在诧异之余（当时怎么也没办法将《狼图腾》这本书和党课学习联系在一起），更平添了一份惊喜——我终于有机会、有动力能好好去了解一下狼文化了。

在草原上，人类成了名副其实的学生，人从狼那里学来了智慧、团结和勇敢。于是有了成吉思汗，于是有了横扫欧洲的蒙古骑兵。朝鲜战争结束后，艾森豪威尔告戒美国军人永远不要做两件事：一是永远不要进攻莫斯科，二是永远不要和中国军队在陆地作战。然而，他可能忘记了这组矛盾其实在一千年前就有了答案。当年火烧莫斯科的正是这帮狼图腾的血性中国人。

毫不客气地说，正是因为这样的狼图腾文化，才造就了现在的中华名族。的确，我们曾经经受了一段屈辱和不堪的过去，但是，奋勇向上的血液从来就没有从我们身上离去过。正是在这样狼文化的影响之下，团结的中华儿女能够在屈辱中奋进，在落后中成长。虽然现在我们不断提倡构建一个和谐的社会，但是这里的和谐并不是说我们放弃了团结、向上的狼文化，相反，我们更是用一种与尊敬自然的姿态，去构建一个让我们都能够和自然、和社会相处的世界。这与狼图腾中那种敬畏自然的思想是一样的。

说起草原，大家脑海里的第一幕可能就是“风吹草低见牛羊”的壮丽景象。湛蓝的天空下可以豪情万丈的纵马驰骋，可以大口吃肉大碗喝酒。可以肆无忌惮的呼吸那里的新鲜空气。但又有几人知道，狼为这幅美景所立下的功劳。

因为狼的存在使得草原鼠，黄羊的数量得以控制，有效的保护了草原。因为草原鼠和黄羊数量过多会破坏草原，进而使土地沙化。狼也控制着旱獭的数量，旱獭厚厚的皮毛是蚊虫寄生过冬的场所，所以狼也间接的控制着蚊虫的数量。可见，狼是处在草原生物链上最重要的一个环节。如果没有狼，草原也就不复存在。生活在草原的牧民是非常了解这一点的。所以他们恨狼的同时也深深地爱着狼。而这样的思想，放在我们的党课学习中来，不就是辩证地判别和吸收的统一吗？当我们看待一件事的时候，我们更应该在看到他的表象的同时，更深入地去思考他的本源。当我们看到狼不断地伤害游牧民族的羊群甚至是人的时候，我们也应该看到狼为草原文化所带来的卓越贡献。当我们能够正确看待事物的时候，我们才能够在处理事情的时候选定正确的方法和方向。

《狼图腾》读后感（二）

图腾这本书已经出了有一段时间了，但是我在最进刚读完里面的所有文字，字里行间都透露出，作者对草原，对狼，对游牧生活的回忆和难忘，开篇首先将观察狼和蒙古老人给他讲狼开始，一步步把读者带入那历史悠久的内蒙草原，使读者感受到草原的辽阔，草原生活的恶略环境，草原人的勤奋，草原人与动物与大自然的战斗中，然后将几个知青在草原的生活工作，详细的写在了里面，并使人们更清楚的更近距离的了解狼，了解了狼的团队精神狼对生活的积极拼搏，及对草原生态平衡的作用，了解狼的桀骜不驯，追求自由的精神，并写出了他们养小狼，观察小狼，对小狼的感情，草原游牧民族对狼的崇敬，对狼图腾的向往，最后，讲述了草原动物的减少，直至销声匿迹，人对草原的过度使用，对动物的过度捕杀，使草原生态环境的恶化，当几十年后几个知青再回到草原，草原已经面目全非，没有了当年的美景，没有丰美的草场，没有执掌草原的狼，没有了旱獭，没有了天鹅湖，没有了马群，没有了蒙古包，没有了游牧生活；增多的是摩托，汽车，圈起来的草场，固定的住所，人口和过度放养的牛羊，沙化了的草场。()作者也在文章中讨论了人性，并阐述了游牧民族和农耕民族的区别，民族的性格特点。

书中更多的是写草原环境的变化，人性的弱点，狼的精神，

在那个中国经济大萧条时期，中国经历转折变革的前夜，中国失去了多少的东西还换来了，今天gdp的飞速增长，人均生活水平的提高，但是中国的今天还是，超过了红线贫富差距极大，这一点也说明了中国的经济就像环境一样严重的不平衡。每一种环境都需要有一条生物链来平衡，草原的生物链的高级别是狼，地球的生物链则掌握在人类的手中，不能因为农业重要就大力的发展农业，农民大力的优惠使农民的人口大幅的增加，甚至遭成土地频繁荒化，农业人口向侵占游牧民族的领地一样在一次的大举进攻城市，带领着他们的超生游击，农民都进入城市成为城市人，他们的土地干什么，慌着吗？还是叫城市人去种。

而当环境破坏到现在这种程度人们还刚刚开始有了微弱的环境意识，很欣慰还能有一点环境意识比没有强，当沙尘暴一次次的袭击我们的生活，我们还想起那辽阔的草原应该保护，还想起那令我们心旷神怡的大草原，还开始大量的植树种草恢复植被。

当经济发展作为我们主要的目标的时候，有多少利益熏心的老板为私己的利益而破坏环境，向河道中排污和向空中排放废气，污染了我们的天空，当有人问道，你们这样干就不怕后代没有好的生存环境吗？他们的回答令人发指，我还管后代啊，我找把我自己的孩子放国外去了等我在挣两年钱，我也去国外了，那边环境好，我还管这边的环境啊。这种人大有人在这也就是我们中国人的略根性。也是农耕民族的一个特点啊。游牧民族不会把东西干绝因为他们知道只要赖以生存的东西还存在他们也将会有很好的生活。

日本那么一个小小的弹丸之地竟然现在也在世界强国的地位中正因为他们体内流着海洋游牧民族的血液，狼性的血液，无论在那都会有很好的体现，无论商场中的，商狼，还是海洋狼、草原狼、森林狼，甚至土狼都有着很强的学习力，团队精神，和智慧的头脑，他们知道如何得到自己需要的东西，知道如何控制自己的欲望，如何实际得到提升和成功。人家现在是买煤炭埋在海里留给后代用，而咱们这是为了利益大量的开采，来满足现在的私生活，书中的包主任就是一个典型的例子。现在大多先进的西方国家也多是游牧民族血统和有着狼性的民族，他们真正的讲民主，讲法律，而在中国这种方式还是需要很长的时间的变革的及使我们的脚步迈的在大，也还是需要时间的。中国的民主到什么时候还能实行起来，、从小学现在灌输孩子的思想就是要送礼，全部的班里的职务全部都是老师们内定完在走个形式叫孩子们投票最终选谁还是老师说的算。这是什么养的教育环境啊，只是简单的例子还有很多这种事情，类似这种事情在狼图腾这本书里也可以体现。