狼图腾读后感1500字（一）

好多天来，不想写，总是认为自己所写，似无病呻吟，矫情的躺在地上，等待别人哄起。看了点书，或许是自己一个蜕变的时期，变化的是自己的心得，是冷静的思维，好像自己的天空，亮堂起来，也懂得了自己所需做的事。我想，这也是我不虚度的表现吧！

对于世事，人心浮躁，不知道自己下一步将走向何方，用酒尽情挥霍自己的人生，让无聊的游戏打发，沉湎于沉沦。是的，现在的人的精神世界。的确是需要唤醒，否则，对将来的生活向往，仅变成了唯利是图，终煎熬于浅薄之中。

前些天，看到本城的现场直播公审大会，在念到一批犯人的判决的时候，很多的是有过劳教的经历，不由得思索起来，难道劳教所也不能好好的改造犯人，往往出狱很短的时间，就重蹈覆辙，是监狱体制的进步，还是世风日下的必然。

看完了《狼图腾》，听朋友说是溯源文学，我不一定能给这部小说归类，因为我只喜欢里面的情节，能从里面得到感悟就可以了。图腾，知道意思但不清晰，查了下汉典，源出印第安语，意为“他的家族”。人们以某种动物、植物或其他物体作为家族或部族的标志。其中书中得出汉族的龙图腾源于狼图腾，狼图腾的深远意义以及对华夏文明的影响。我对于洋洋洒洒的阐述，没有兴趣。我只希望能让现在的人，有一个具体的信仰，有一种图腾，能成为其精神的积极动力，现在的人迷茫的原因，就是没有具体的方向，就像很多人赞美的唯美的雾，其实就是灰尘沾上水汽的外衣。是一种见不得阳光的意境。

我还是很喜欢里面的狼和人的斗智斗勇，感受着血腥和不折的精神，读来振奋。这是一种积极的精神，是优胜劣汰的法则的诠释，是残酷的淘汰，以保持一种相对的平衡，时髦的和谐的另一种解释吧！

和对手一起成长，感谢对手，感谢在激烈环境下的竞争。即使体无完肤，也心甘情愿。活出一种坦然，也就是所谓的“亮剑”精神。即使面临倒下，仍有不屈的意志，始终会战胜自己，而主宰自己。

想起党员的学习地——党校。在追求的过程中，人就需要不断的完善，不断的充实，才能有一个鼓舞，我的学习地是什么？在书中，在平凡的世界里，在自己的积累的思考中。不需要镜子也能知道自己的模样，知道自己目前最需要的是干什么？那些高远的理想只能放在教育孩子的时候，或者酒喝多了的时候，畅想一番。做自己所做的，实际的，贮存自己的心智，我想，目前的我，这样做，是明智的，也是唯一的。

现在年轻人的崇拜，挑起了市场经济，迷乱的不仅仅是自己的温度，也恍惚了自己的心情，于是或成为钱的奴隶，或成为网的俘虏，游戏的牺牲品。当然有许多优秀的年轻人除外。青春不再的时候，再幡然醒悟。糊涂的季节出现糊涂也是正常，但美好的人生却会走偏。我不反对人生要经历教训，但我不会希望每一次经验的获得都要付出人生的种种宝贵。

看那些心动的文字，让思维穿越时空，眼界豁然开朗，也算是站起来的我的一种改变。让我的信仰日趋完善，心理变得坚强，纵横驰骋在自己的心田。

《狼图腾》看完了，没有狼这样的教师，近距离的观摩学习，即使社会上的“狼”，也披上了和善的外衣，把一切光明面敬献，而“狼”的运行程序，始终不得而知。但书中身临其境的描绘，说出的不仅仅是规则，还是一种战略方式方法，在新的环境中的演变，揭去华丽的表象，剥出最本质的东西，就是作者对人生意义的深化，是一种神话的升华。

狼图腾读后感1500字（二）

一

狼图腾，如雷贯耳，一直以来，以为这只是一本貌似描写狼的青春网络畅销小说，怎么能一炮而红，占领各大书店销售榜单高居不下，生命力如此顽强实在令人叹为观止！难道书里有什么内容可以麻醉这个麻木的人们，浮躁的世界。即使如此，我仍觉得不屑一看。

相识必有缘，机缘巧然，我无意的翻了几页，顿觉，绝非我想像的那种仅供人为之消遣的书。

一开头的两个陈阵回忆的小故事，令人倍生兴趣。不觉为作者的妙笔生花感到震撼，简直就是一部部展现在我眼前的武打电影，只是这次的主角不是杨过抑或郭靖，而是一群狼，一群令人无法摸透琢磨不了的狼。

打猎的机会是忍出来的。我给狼图腾的定义是，军事小说？

可是后来发现原来不是，不禁在看后自问，为什么一看到狼腾图的名字，自己就不想看了，为什么一听到狼图腾的名字，父母就说，这种书不值得一看。看来，这个世界有几种书不可以看，一种是类似金庸卫斯理之类的小说，一种是类似于藏獒，狼图腾之类的小说。

难道，这是我们对狼族的一种偏见？严重的偏见！

一个个恶心的关于狼的词语一下子泉涌而出，狼子野心，狼吞虎咽，狼狈为奸，狼……为什么是狼。狼真的是邪恶的吗？羊一定是善良的吗？我们为什么要用人类的眼光去衡量那些悲惨的动物？去给他们下定义，使其永世不得翻身。照狼吃羊的理论，是邪恶的，那人类要有多邪恶呢？人类还有多少分是正义的？

我们对这个社会又有多少偏见呢？狼是一种生物，他也需要生存，宝玉道。“是法平等。：”又有言道“世上总有个理！”每件事存在总有自然的理由，因为我们的政治原因，我们的厌恶，我们就去毁灭一个种族，这是一种多么冠冕堂皇的理由！试想想，狼们又是这样想，我们人类不知要被毁灭几次，就是狼知道怎么是平衡，什么是真正的中庸，自大的人们还敢妄称自己是最高等的生物吗？连狼们都不如。羞愧啊。狼就是不赶尽杀绝，因为一杀绝，自己也就灭绝了。如果这个世界的恶没有了，还哪来的善呢。物竞天择，适者生存，也许现在没什么但是什么是因果，总有一天会早报应的。

没有狼，有草原吗？没有狼会有蒙古族吗？没有蒙古，没有游牧民族，会有我们中华炎黄民族吗？

我们有多少的发明，习惯，是从狼那里学来的。狼群们懂得，做事不能做绝，给别人留调后路的同时，也给自己留一条后路。在猎取食物的时候，总是放那些幼子，有孕在身的母亲。我们人类呢？狼，会为后代造福，而我们中国人呢，一捕鱼，有去看他们是不是在产卵，还是刚刚成型，无论如何，杯酒下肚。管她生不生子，老子享福就好。后代，反正地球总有灭亡的一天，也不在乎我这条鱼！

中国自古以来可以说是一个没有宗教信仰的国家。真正信教的百分知一二，一个对国家没有信仰的社会。延续了几万年，是为什么？中华文化！孔子在论语没有教一些形而上的知识，我们连形而下都不清楚，有什么资格去了解那些超乎我们想像力的东西。

当包顺贵残忍的吃着天鹅肉，摧残着美丽若天仙的野芍药时，把一片片绿油油的草地变成金昶昶的沙地时，毁坏着这个世界的时候。()我们到底有没有责任去保护这些东西，这些文化，我们的根！？我无法料到死后的事，但是因果难道没有报应吗？！难道真的只有我们以为的1万年文化吗？难道我们不信天吗？天，腾格尔，当人们没有信仰的时候，也就是人毁灭的时候。

我们该不该为我们的国家，为我们的文化，传承出一份绵薄之力。还是为统治者唱赞歌，还是一副一心只读圣贤书，两耳不闻窗外事的姿态，做好自己，不管他人死活。就对的起社会的文明羊性格。让我们的狼文明一点一点的被磨灭。

实行真正的民主制度才是中华民族的惟一出路，而狼性不强的民族永远不会去争取民主和行使自由、

世界留给我们的时间还有多少，地球留给我们的时间又有多少。谋事在人成事在天，你可一不相信因果报应，但是你真的无愧于心而无一点点内疚吗。

你可以嘲笑我的无知，为何做出一副救世主的心态去挽救，几乎断层的中华文化。难道这不是你我的责任么？

你真的相信我们是地球上的第一批智人么？既然如此，那么，周文王，周公他们的各种知识从何而来呢？

你也许认为狼图腾所写的过于偏激。我也是这样人为，但是深究，其中没有否定中华文化的意思。而是鼓励我们去寻找孔子时代的中华文化，而不是被利用的儒家文化，那些被无辜污蔑的孔孟之道的文化。

去寻找，为中华文明寻找民主伟大复兴的道路。

天降大任于斯人，我们究竟要不要对得起我们的祖先，还是我在无病呻吟，到底要不要到造福后代呢？这些不得不引发我们的深思。

大人们没有给我们创造责任，这些责任，我们要不要为己任呢？要不要？要不要？

无论后果如何，当我们这一群为真正为中华民族伟大复兴的人们，被人们再怎么大力的嘲笑，不理解，干什么去做这些如此白痴的工作时候。我们是为名为利吗？不可否认，当然要用此而能生存，但是绝不是什么留得生前身后名，只是理想，为这个社会有所付出，做自己的责任，尽自己的本分，如此而已，问心无愧。

就像曹雪芹，他的信念，使我坚信，我们没有对社会灰心，我们也不想从政，我们只想用自己的绵薄之力，去创造一个后代更加美好的世界。

换句话说，起实现真正的社会主义，而不是在这里空谈说我们是社会主义国家。这样对不起马克思，对不起我们的先师们？

相信吧，孔子他们在向你招手！

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。