-Thoughts on Reading Wolf Totem

From childhood, under the influence of fairy tales such as Mr. Dong Guo and Grandma Wolf, the wolves in my impression are always fierce, cunning and hateful. It never occurred to me that the "notorious" wolf in our hearts would become the totem of the Mongols and be worshipped and studied by the Mongols as gods. Therefore, the beautiful totem image of being a wolf is constantly accumulating and rising in my heart.

Wolves are ninjas and soldiers.

In the face of a huge meal-antelope, they lie motionless in the grass, even the white breath they exhale is extremely light and soft, waiting patiently for the best opportunity. At that moment, they were ninjas, challenging the limits of their patience. When the antelope can't walk, they turn into soldiers, like dozens of torpedoes breaking the waves at high speed, rushing at the antelope with the sharpest and stingiest teeth and eyes.

Wolves are strategists.

"In the Mongolian grassland, there is no peace behind peace, and there is danger behind danger." Wolves firmly believe this, so they sublimate their strategies in constant evolution. Remember the story of "Flying Wolf", so legendary and admirable? Even the old man in Bilig admired the wolf. In the cruelty and struggle between man and wolf, the wolf became a strategist, and the appearance of an elite made people move.

Wolves are purebred and Teng's pet.

"At the end of a person's life, treat his body as a naked and open sacrifice, thus freeing himself so cleanly and thoroughly." This is a celestial burial. Mongols are proud to be eaten by wolves after death, and regard wolves as the darling of God. They firmly believe that the wolf is the messenger of God and the patron saint of the grassland, maintaining the balance and prosperity of the grassland. How "meat for meat", Mongolian purity and piety can be seen.

Wolves are the condensation of nomadic spirit.

In the battle with wolves, we can always see the image of Genghis Khan, full of blood, wildness, wolf's unyielding and tenacity. The Mongols compared us to "sheep eating grass", which is really accurate. Agricultural civilization has turned our wolf nature into sheep nature, which is really sad. I really want to dance with wolves like Stark Chan and experience the charm of Wolf Totem. Worship the wolf, worship the wolf totem.

The wolf is also sad.

How stupid people are, they will become extinct only when they see the ferocity of wolves. With the plunder of grassland by farming, people's hearts become more and more poisonous, poison, animal trap >:

Countless, they approached the wolf like bloodthirsty demons, ignoring the anger and crying of the old man Biliger and the heartache and helplessness of Teng. Watching the old man destroy the wolf-fighting movement in order to protect the wolf, at that moment, he stood on his head like a weather-beaten old wolf, whining in the air and comforting the soul of the dead wolf. The invasion of outsiders made the grassland desert. The grassland is aging in the sound of killing wolves, and the oil is almost exhausted. Today's grasslands lack game and feel the protection of the gods. What kind of cruelty is this? Isn't the sorrow of wolves the sorrow of human beings?

After reading this book, my heart is surging. Stark Chan and others felt the history and significance of wolf, history and wolf totem. They dig the wildness of wolves in their blood and refine the charm of wolves in their souls.

However, the wolves on the Four Seasons Grassland that shocked me the most were so brave, so clever and so tenacious that they were finally destroyed by human hands. I thought of the tears of the old man Biliger and Stark Chan, which contained such sadness, helplessness and heartbreaking pain.

Suddenly, I lost hope for the grassland, and there was no longer a battle between wolves. There is no longer the myth of "flying wolf", but it is quiet, terrible and false.

I hope the wolves on the grassland can finally fly to Tengger.

I hope the spirit and soul of the wolf totem can be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

I hope, I hope, all that the old man left was a long sigh and tears.