狼的传说 狼的品种有哪些

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双语散文:狼的传说

A Wolf’s Tale

With all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place for our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed for play**tes. Cattle and horses were too big to cuddle and farm **chinery dangerous for a child so s**ll. We promised to buy her a puppy but in the meantime,“Pretend” puppies popped up nearly every day.

I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement.“Ma**!” she cried,“Come see my new doggy! I gave him water two times already. He’s so thirsty!”

I sighed, another of Becky’s i**ginary dogs.

“Please come, Ma**.” She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading,“He’s crying― and he can’t walk!”

“Can’t walk?” Now that was a twist. All her previous **ke-believe dogs could do **rvelous things. One balanced a ball on the end of its nose. Another dug a hole that went all the way through the earth and fell out on a star on the other side. Still another danced on a tightrope. Why suddenly a dog that couldn’t walk?

“All right, honey,” I said. By the time I tried to follow her, Becky had already dis***eared into the mesquite.

“Where are you?” I called.

“Over here by the oak stump. Hurry, Ma**!”

I parted the thorny branches and raised my hand against the glare of the Arizona sun. A numbing chill gripped me. There she was, sitting on her heels, toes dug firmly in the sand, and cradled in her lap was the u****takable head of a wolf! Beyond its head rose **ssive black shoulders. The rest of the body lay completely hidden inside the hollow stump of a fallen oak.

“Becky,” My mouth felt dry.“Don’t move.” I stepped closer. Pale-yellow eyes narrowed. Black lips tightened, exposing double sets of two-inch fangs. Suddenly the wolf trembled. Its teeth clacked, and a piteous whine rose from its throat.

“It’s all right, boy,” Becky crooned.“Don’t be afraid. That’s my ****, and she loves you, too.”

Then the unbelievable h***ened. As her tiny hands stroked the great shaggy head, I heard the gentle thump, thump, thumping of the wolf’s tail from deep inside the stump. What was wrong with the ani**l? I wondered. Why couldn’t he get up? I couldn’t tell. Nor did I dare to step any closer.

I glanced at the empty water bowl. My memory flashed back to the five skunks that last week had torn the burlap from a leaking pipe in a frenzied effort to reach water during the final agonies of rabies. Of course! Rabies! Warning signs had been posted all over the county, and hadn’t Becky said,“He’s so thirsty?” I had to get Becky away.

“Honey,” My throat tightened.“Put his head down and come to Ma**. We’ll go find help.”

Reluctantly, Becky got up and kissed the wolf on the nose before she walked slowly into my outstretched arms. Sad yellow eyes followed her. Then the wolf’s head sank to the ground. With Becky safe in my arms, I ran to the barns where Brian, one of our cowhands, was saddling up to check heifers in the North pasture.“Brian! Come quickly. Becky found a wolf in the oak stump near the wash! I think it has rabies!”

“I’ll be there in a jiffy,” he said as I hurried back to the house, eager to put Becky down for her nap. I didn’t want her to see Brian come out of the bunkhouse. I knew he’d have a gun.

“But I want to give my doggy his water,” she cried. I kissed her and gave her some stuffed ani**ls to play with.

“Honey, let Mom and Brian take care of him for now,” I said. Moments later, I reached the oak stump.

Brian stood looking down at the beast.“It’s a Mexican lobo, all right.” He said,“And a big one!”

The wolf whined. Then we both caught the **ell of gangrene.“Whew! It’s not rabies,” Brian said.“But he’s sure hurt real bad. Don’t you think it’s best I put him out of his misery?”

The word“yes” was on my lips, when Becky emerged from the bushes.“Is Brian going to **ke him well, Ma**?” She hauled the ani**l’s head onto her lap once more, and buried her face in the coarse, dark fur. This time I wasn’t the only one who heard the thumping of the lobo’s tail.

That afternoon my hu**and, Bill, and our veterinarian came to see the wolf. Observing the trust the ani**l had in our child, Doc said to me,“Suppose you let Becky and me tend to this fella together.” Minutes later, as child and vet reassured the stricken beast, the hypodermic found its **rk. The yellow eyes closed.

“He’s asleep now,” said the vet.“Give me a hand here, Bill.” They hauled the **ssive body out of the stump. The ani**l must have been over five feet long and well over a hundred pounds. Bullets had mutilated the wolf’s hip and leg. Doc did what he had to in order to clean the wound and then gave the patient a dose of penicillin. Next day he returned and ed a metal rod to replace the missing bone.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got yourselves a Mexican lobo,” Doc said.“He looks to be about three years old, and even as pups, they don’t tame real easy. I’m a**zed at the way this big fella took to your little girl. But often there’s something that goes on between children and ani**ls that we grownups don’t understand.”

Becky named the wolf Ralph and carried food and water to the stump every day. Ralph’s recovery was not easy. For three months he dragged his injured hindquarters by clawing the earth with his front paws. From the way he lowered his eyelids when we **ssaged the limbs, we knew he endured excruciating pain, but not once did he ever try to bite the hands of those who cared for him.

Four months to the day, Ralph finally stood unaided. His huge frame shook as long-unused muscles were activated. Bill and I patted and praised him. But it was Becky to whom he turned for a gentle word, a kiss or a **ile. He responded to these gestures of love by swinging his busy tail like a pendulum. As his strength grew, Ralph followed Becky all over the ranch.

Together they roamed the desert pastures, the golden-haired child often stooping low, sharing with the great lame wolf whispered secrets of nature’s wonders. When evening came, he returned like a silent shadow to his hollow stump that had surely become his special place.

As time went on, although he lived pri**rily in the brush, the habits of this timid creature endeared him more and more to all of us. His reaction to people other than our family was yet another story. Strangers terrified him, yet his affection for and protectiveness of Becky brought him out of the desert and fields at the sight of every unknown pickup or car. Occasionally he’d ***roach, lips taut, exposing a nervous **ile full of chattering teeth.

More often he’d simply pace and finally skulk off to his tree stump, perhaps to worry alone.

Becky’s first day of school was sad for Ralph. After the bus left, he refused to return to the yard. Instead, he lay by the side of the road and waited.

When Becky returned, he limped and tottered in wild, joyous circles around her. This welcoming ritual persisted throughout her school years.

Although Ralph seemed h***y on the ranch, he dis***eared into the surrounding deserts and mountains for several weeks during the spring **ting season, leaving us to worry about his safety. This was calving season, and fellow ranchers watched for coyotes, cougars, wild dogs and, of course, the lone wolf. But Ralph was lucky.

During Ralph’s twelve years on our ranch, his habits re**ined unchanged. Always keeping his distance, he tolerated other pets and endured the activities of our busy family, but his love for Becky never wavered.

Then the spring came when our neighbor told us he’d shot and killed a she-wolf and grazed her **te, who had been running with her. Sure enough, Ralph returned home with another bullet wound. Becky, nearly fifteen years old now, sat with Ralph’s head resting on her lap. He, too, must have been about fifteen and was gray with age. As Bill removed the bullet, my memory raced back through the years. Once again I saw a chubby three-year-old girl stroking the head of a huge black wolf and heard a s**ll voice murmuring,“It’s all right, boy. Don’t be afraid. That’s my ****, and she loves you, too.”

Although the wound wasn’t serious, this time Ralph didn’t get well. Precious pounds fell away. The once luxurious fur turned dull and dry, and his trips to the yard in search of Becky’s companionship ceased. All day long he rested quietly. But when night fell, old and stiff as he was, he dis***eared into the desert and surrounding hills. By dawn his food was gone. The morning came when we found him dead. The yellow eyes were closed.

Stretched out in front of the oak stump, he ***eared but a shadow of the proud beast he once had been. A lump in my throat choked me as I watched Becky stroke his shaggy neck, tears streaming down her face.“I’ll miss him so,” she cried.

Then as I covered him with a blanket a strange rustling sound from inside the stump startled us. Becky looked inside. Two tiny yellow eyes peered back and puppy fangs glinted in the semidarkness. Ralph’s pup!

Had a dying instinct told him his motherless offspring would be safe here, as he had been, with those who loved him? Hot tears spilled on baby fur as Becky gathered the trembling bundle in her arms.

“It’s all right, little... Ralphie,” she murmured.“Don’t be afraid. That’s my mom, and she loves you, too.”

哥哥姐姐都去上学以后，对我们三岁的女儿贝基来说，农场就成为一个寂寞的地方了。她渴望伙伴。牛马太大了，她无法抱在怀里。农业机械对这么小的孩子也太危险。我们答应给她买个宠物，不过同时，“虚构”的宠物每天都会出现。

我刚洗完午饭的盘子，纱窗门就砰地被撞开，贝基跑了进来，**地满脸通红。“妈妈!”她叫着，“快来看看我的新狗狗!我已经喂他两次水了，他都快渴死了!”

我叹息了一声，又是一只贝基虚构的小狗。

“来呀，妈妈。”她使劲拖着我的牛仔裤，棕色的眼睛里透出乞求的眼神。“他一直在叫――他还不会走路呢!”

“不会走路?”这倒是一个预想不到的变化。她以前编造的狗狗都会做令人惊异的事情。其中一只会在鼻尖上平稳地顶着一个球不让它掉下来，另一只挖洞穿越了地球，从另一端掉到星球上去了，还有一只在能在钢丝上跳舞。怎么突然有了一只不会走路的狗狗呢?

“好吧，宝贝。”我说。还来不及跟上她呢，贝基就已经消失在豆科灌木丛中了。

“你在哪儿啊?”我喊道。

“就在橡树桩这儿。快点呀妈妈!”

我拨开带刺的枝叶，抬手遮住亚利桑那州的太阳。突然一种麻木的寒战擢紧了我。她就在那儿，蹲坐在脚后跟上，脚尖陷进沙子里，紧抱在腿上的明明是一只狼的脑袋!脑袋下面是巨大的黑色肩膀。身体的其他部位完全**在一颗倒下的橡树的中空的树桩中。

“贝基，”我觉得嘴里发干，“不要动。”我走近一些。淡**的眼睛眯起来了，黑色的嘴*绷紧了，露出两排两寸长的犬牙。突然，狼有些战栗。牙齿噼啪作响，喉咙里发出令人怜悯的哀鸣。

“没关系，宝贝，”贝基轻柔地安慰他。“不要害怕，那是我的妈妈，她也爱你。”

接着令人难以置信的事情发生了。当她的小手抚摸那颗硕大而毛发粗浓的脑袋时，我听到从树根深处传来狼尾巴的轻微撞击声，砰，砰，砰!这个动物到底怎么了?我感到奇怪。为何他站不起来?我不知道，也不敢再朝前迈一步。

我瞟了一眼空空的盛水的碗，我立刻想起了上周在从一个漏管子中咬破粗麻布挣扎着要到达水边的经历着*后痛苦的患狂犬病的五只臭鼬。是的!狂犬病!**都张贴了这种警告标志，贝基不也说过“他快渴死了”吗?我必须让贝基离开。

“宝贝，”我的喉咙变紧了，“把他的头放下，到妈妈这儿来。我们得去求助。”

贝基很不情愿地站起来，又在狼的鼻子上亲了一下，才慢慢走进我的怀抱中。悲哀的黄眼睛跟随着她。接着它的脑袋就堕落到了地上。看到贝基安全地回到了我的怀抱，我赶紧向牲口棚跑去。我们的牧牛工布赖恩正要备马去北方牧场查看小母牛。“布赖恩!快来。贝基在洼地附近的橡树桩发现了一匹狼!我想它一定染上了狂犬病。”

“我马上去，”他说。我赶紧回到屋里，希望贝基能快点午睡。我不想让她看到布赖恩从简易住处中出来，我知道他有枪。

“但我想给狗狗喝水，”她哭起来。我吻了吻她，给她一些填充玩具让她玩。

“宝贝儿，现在让妈妈和布赖恩去照料他。”我说。片刻之后，我又来到橡树桩那里。

布赖恩站在那里看了一会这个**。“这确实是墨西哥大灰狼。”他补充互说，“而且是个大个。”

狼发出哀叫声。接着我们都闻到了坏疽的味道。“哟!不是狂犬病，”布赖恩说。“但他肯定受了重伤。你觉得我结束他的痛苦不是*好的吗?”

我马上就要说出“是的”，这时贝基从灌木丛中出现了。“布赖恩会把他治好的，是吗妈妈?”她把狼脑袋又拖到自己的腿上，把脸埋进粗糙而缺乏光亮的毛皮中。这次不仅我一个人听到了大灰狼尾巴的砰砰声。

那天下午我的丈夫比尔和我们的兽医来看望狼。看到这只动物对我们孩子的信任，医生对我说，“你就让贝基和我一起照管他吧。”

“他现在睡着了，”兽医说。“比尔，帮我一下忙。”他们一起把狼沉重的身体从树桩中拉出来。他至少得有五英尺长，一百多磅。**伤害了他的*部和腿部。医生为了清洗伤口做了该做的一切，又为这匹受伤的狼服了一剂青霉素。第二天他又来了，嵌入一根金属棒来代替失去的骨头。

“哎呀，看来你们得到的是只墨西哥大灰狼，”医生说。“他看来差不多有3岁了，即便是幼崽，他们也不太容易驯服。令我惊异的是这个大家伙对你家小女孩的方式。不过常常孩子和动物之间会发生一些我们**无法理解的事情。”

贝基给这匹狼取了个名字叫拉尔夫，每天都把食物和水送到树桩那里。拉尔夫康复起来并不容易。三个月来，他都用前爪扒着地，拖着受伤的后腿部分移动。但当我们给他**萎缩的肢体时，从他搭拉下眼皮的方式我们知道他经受着**的痛苦，然而他从没有试图咬过照顾他的人的手。

到今天就四个月了，拉尔夫终于**地站立起来。当长期未活动的肌肉活跃起来，他庞大的体格有些摇晃。比尔和我轻轻拍了拍他，对他加以赞扬。但他却转向了贝基以得到一句温柔的话、一个吻或者一个微笑。他则像个钟摆似的频繁摇着尾巴回应她爱的表示。随着他的力量的慢慢恢复，拉尔夫跟着贝基在整个农场里逛游。

他们一起在荒凉的牧场上漫游，金发孩子常常俯下身来，轻声细语地与庞大的瘸腿大灰狼分享大自然的秘密奇观。夜晚来临时，他就像一个寂静的影子一样返回那个中空的树桩，那里理所当然成为他的专用地方。

随着时间的流逝，尽管他主要生活在灌木丛中，这个羞怯的动物的习*却让我们越来越喜欢他了。他对我们家人之外的人的反应自然又不同了。陌生人使他感到害怕，然而每次看到不*悉的小货车或汽车时他对贝基的友爱与保护都让他走出荒地和田野。偶尔他也会走近，双*绷紧，牙齿打战，露出一个紧张的微笑。

更多的时候他只是踱步，*后又偷偷回到他的树桩那儿，也许要*自不安。

贝基**天上学对拉尔夫来说是个悲伤的日子。公共汽车离开后，他拒绝回到院子里，而是待在路边等她回来。

贝基回来后，他狂热而快乐地围着她一瘸一拐地打转。她整个上学期间他都一直坚持用这种欢迎仪式。

尽管拉尔夫在农场显得很高兴，当春天交配季节来临时，他在附近的荒原和山上消失了好几周，留下我们担心他的安全。这也是裂冰的季节，同行的农场主们都在监视着丛林狼、美洲狮、豺狗，当然还有单*出来的狼。不过拉尔夫很幸运。

拉尔夫在农场上生活的12年间，习惯一直没变。总是保持着距离，容忍着其他的宠物，忍受着我们家忙碌的生活，但他对贝基的爱一直没有动摇过。

接着春天来临了，这时我们的邻居告诉我们他开枪射死了一匹母狼，擦伤了和她一起逃亡的'配偶。当然，拉尔夫带着另一个**伤口回来了。贝基现在快15岁了，她坐在那儿，让拉尔夫的头枕在她的腿上。他肯定也差不多15岁了，随着年龄的增长也变老了。当比尔取出**时，我的记忆又回到了很多年前。我仿佛又看到一个胖胖的三岁小女孩抚摸着大大的黑狼的脑袋，听到她轻声细语，“没关系，宝贝，不要害怕。那是我的妈妈，她也爱你。”

尽管伤不是很严重，这次拉尔夫没有好起来。宝贵的体重消瘦下来，曾经舒适的皮毛变得暗淡枯燥，他也不到院里找贝基玩了。他一整天就是安静地休息，但夜晚一到，尽管他老了，也不灵活了，他就消失在荒野和周围的小山中。破晓之前他的食物不见了。早上来了，我们发现他已经死了，**的眼睛也已经闭上。

走在橡树桩前面，他又出现了，但只是他曾经的高傲**的影子。看到贝基抚摸他那毛发粗浓的脖颈时，我的喉咙有些哽咽，泪水从她的脸上滚落下来。“我会非常想他的，”她哭着说。

接着，当我给他盖上毯子时，从树桩里传出的沙沙声吓了我们一跳。贝基往里看了看。两只**的小眼睛正眯眼看着我们。小犬牙在半明半暗中闪耀着。拉尔夫的幼崽!

是否临终前的本能告诉他没有母亲的孩子在这里会很安全，就像他当初一样，有那些爱他的人们呢?贝基把发抖的包袱的抱进怀中时热泪滴在了幼崽的毛毛上。

“没关系，小……拉尔夫，”她轻声说着，“不要害怕。那是我的妈妈，她也爱你。”

李鬼，原名李磊，字从容，是来自陕西关中东府的**品牌策划人。他的文学作品中，《倒骑驴》(太白文艺出版社2009年出版)是一本备受关注的管理随笔，展示了他在商业策略领域的**见解。

近期，李鬼又推出了他的诗歌作品集《狼的传说》，这部作品集结了他深厚的艺术创作力。其中，《河岸》、《忙碌》、《鼓》等篇目，反映了他对生活节奏与内心世界的深刻洞察。《假如没有西安这座城》表达了他对故乡的深情，而《流浪的墨汁》则展示了他游走于文字与情感之间的飘逸。他的诗作如《赋菊》、《四种死法之外》等，语言优美，寓意深远。

在《你好，太阳》和《非风格画派》中，我们可以感受到他对自然和艺术的**视角，《酿酒师》则以其**的视角描绘了传统工艺与现代生活的交融，《陕北窗花》和《早春二月》则展现了他对中国传统文化的热爱与传承，《花蒂》则是他对生活细节的细腻捕捉。

这部作品集《狼的传说》不仅是李鬼诗歌创作的精华，更是他对生活、城市与自我情感的深度剖析，值得读者细细品味。

浮山狼事（真实、有趣又令人深省的故事）昨晚无意中在央视七套看到个节目《浮山狼事》，既有趣，又不可思议，看完令人深省。。.故事是这样的：在一个叫浮山的地方（哪个省不清楚），以前一直有成群的狼出没。那的生态基本保持着平衡。解放后，由于人越来越多，生产区域扩大，到处开垦山地，狼失去了生存空间，渐渐地，狼群消失了，到了三十年前，狼就彻底消声匿迹了，人们再也看不到狼了，狼也只能成为人们的一种记忆。。。不久前，人们忽然发现有一头狼在村外山上出没，一下子引起了**的恐慌。看到狼的人越来越多，狼出没的频率也越来越大。人们开始担心起来。。。有人想把这头狼打死，但他们知道现在的狼是**保护动物，不能打，打死算犯法的。有人就想办法把狼赶走。于是就用各种方法，比如放鞭炮、敲锣打鼓把它吓跑。起初还有效果，但后来，狼胆子也大起来了，不再怕了。人们也没辙了。每天看着这头狼在村边出没，很是担忧。。。但过了一段时间，人们发现，这头狼既不进村，也不吃家禽，见了人就跑。似乎对村民并不构成威胁。而且，它还无意中帮村民们做了件大好事。那就是，它专门吃山间田野里的野兔。原先野兔由于没有天敌，繁殖得很快，到处破坏庄稼，吃村民种的土豆，所以当地人都不敢种土豆，种了也白种。现在狼把野兔吃光了，当年土豆就丰收了。人们看到了狼带来的好处，开始不讨厌它了，也不再把它当成威胁了，即使在山上田间相遇，也各走各的，互不相干。各平共处。有天晚上，一村民听到有异声，以为是小偷来偷东西，就跑出去看，发现家畜都没少，看家的狗被栓着，但不停地发出呼呼的异样的叫声。再一仔细查看，发现在食槽边多了一条大狗，但又不象狗（因为耳朵与尾巴明显与狗不同），正在叭叽叭叽吃食槽里的伺料。这才知是那头狼进村了，在偷吃伺料。狼见有人来就立刻跑了。狼进村了，人们又开始担心起来，怕它来偷吃家禽家畜，甚至会伤人。。。但过了一段时间，人们发现，这头狼只在晚上进村偷吃伺料及喝水，并不吃家禽。于是，人们渐渐地放下心来。。。但是，有一天，终于发生了一件令人们担忧的事。那位村民某天早上突然发现鸡圈的围栏被扒开了，并少了一只鸡。地上还留有不少新掉下的鸡毛。他立即意识到狼来偷过鸡了，于是到处找狼吃鸡的证据，以证实自己的判断。不久，就在田里发现了两堆鸡毛。说明它还偷吃别家的一只鸡。。。狼不但进村，并开始偷吃鸡。人们一下子都紧张起来了，纷纷议论，这狼前阵子的温和表现是不是有意在迷惑村民？但是，一头狼怎么可能有这么深的诚府及计谋？人们既不安，又百思不得其解。。。过了几天，终于有了个新发现。就是那被偷鸡的村民在田边又看到那头狼了，发现它的肚子特别地大。不象是吃了东西后变大的，而是象**了。其它村民也看到，都一致认为这头母狼**了。这么一来，一个更可怕的推论出来了：既然母狼能**，就说明一定还有一头公狼！那这么一来至少有两头狼了。根据常识，狼是群居动物，一旦狼成群后，那攻击*及***是不言而喻的！想到这里，人们开始恐慌了。立即向当地林业部门汇报。林业部门接报后，立即组织专业人员到当地调察情况。经过缜密的调查后得出结论：方圆十几公里范围内，没有公狼的踪迹！也就是说，不可能有第二头狼的存在。那这头母狼咋会**的？人们更加不得其解。后来，有村民反映，前阵子经常发现村里有头大黑狗（不是小黑）经常跟这头母狼在一起行走，会不会是大黑狗跟母狼搞上的？这狼与狗能配得上么？后咨询动物学专家，专家说：狼与狗同属犬科，是同一类动物，它们之间交配完全有可能，也算正常，以前也经常有此类**发生。但这头母狼怀上的是不是大黑狗的种，只有等待小狼出生后才知道，人们只有等待。自从**后，这头母狼索*在村边的山上打了个三米深的洞，在那安家了。白天还经常在村里走走，也不伤人。人们也不再害怕它，在路上相遇，各走各的，互不相干。组成了一个人与狼的和谐社会。冬天到了，大雪纷飞，母狼就一直呆在洞里。。。第二年春天，春暖花开，小狼出生了。村民趁母狼外出时，让小孩爬到狼洞里把小狼抱出来看看到底咋回事。结果出来了：共五只小狼，二只黄的，三只全黑的！这下迷底解开了，的确是母狼与大黑狗所生的。。。。故事到此基本结束了。看到这，可能很多人在惊奇之余，更多的会笑。。。但笑过之后，俺却陷入深深的思考之中。。。狼，是生物链中的重要一环，有着无可替代的重要地位。它们有生存的权利，它们需要生存的空间。但，人们为了自身的需求，无限扩大自己的生存空间，无情地占领了本该属于狼的生存领域，把狼逼上了绝路，以致于一头离群的孤狼为了生存，不得不进入人的生活空间，迫不得已与人共处，甚至不得已与狗交配，这是多么可悲的一件事。长此以往，人们将再也看不到真正的狼，而只能看到狼狗了。。。据统计，世界每天都有一个物种从地球上永远地消失。。。世界上*大的猫科动物东北虎，在*濒危时仅剩不足一百只，现在已经没有野生的东北虎了，绝大部份都生活在动物园及东北虎保护基地，由于长期生活在狭小的空间，近亲繁殖，东北虎的种群严重退化，甚至都不会捕食活食。所以有人苦笑着说：现在的东北虎，除了体形外，在生存捕食方面可能都不如一只猫。。。东北虎今天的这种境地，其根本原因就是人类造成的。**是*居动物，据说一只东北虎需要一百多平方公里的领地，但现在哪来那么多空间留给它们？比东北虎更惨的是华南虎，目前数量远低于东北虎，被列为*濒危动物！估计更过几十年，人们将再也看不到这种美丽的动物了。。。过去人们有种错误的认识，总认为自己是世界的主宰，可以征服一切，可以为所欲为。其实，这是很幼稚可笑的想法。人只是自然界中的一部分，是生物链的环，只不过是处于***。但***不等于可以随意消灭下面的低级。自然界是个平衡体，生物链也同样是。每一环都有其不可替代的重要*。任何一环被打破，自然界在重新调整平衡时，必将产生很多负面作用，有些甚至是毁灭*的。所以，就在人们自认为征服自然界的同时，其实事后却要为此付出更惨痛的代价！全球气候变暖、台风、海啸、洪水、干旱、泥石流等灾害越来越频发，就是自然界给人类破坏活动的报负及警告。。。人们在建设和谐的人类社会的同时，难道不该首先来关心一下怎样构建一个人与自然界及各种生物之间的和谐生存的问题么？常言道：皮之不存，毛将蔫附？若人类自身的生存都存在问题了，那哪还有真正的和谐的人类社会？关爱自然，关爱别的生物，就是关爱我们赖以生存的家园，就是在关爱我们人类自己！ 47回答者：俏俏江南