Jungle Book: Your soul's wolf milk has arrived

Author: (English) Rudyard Kipling
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: Inspired by a primitive imagination, the author created these mythical animal stories: Black Panther Bagheera, Brown Bear Baloo, and Python Kaa, who grew up among these animals, becoming stronger and stronger. The Jungle Book made Kipling a beloved author for children in many countries. Adults also shared the joy of children, as they read these、, it felt as if they had returned to their childhood. – Nobel Prize in Literature citation: "Survival of the fittest. From The Origin of Species to The Jungle Book, the choice of the Chinese people. A book that enlightens 'jungle law.' An inspirational fairy tale: Learn to love in the jungle! Eight fairy tales + eleven short stories, a classic wolf child story translated by the Chief Translator in China. This book is translated from Kipling's two Jungle Books, taking eight fairy tales of the growth of the wolf child Mowgli, and appending a short story by Kipling describing Mowgli's return to human society, Mowgli Returns to the Jungle. The subheadings in the book are added by the editor. The content of this book was adapted into the animated films The Jungle Book and The Jungle Book II by Disney. The cover and frontispiece of this book are taken from Henry Rousseau's jungle paintings. The forest is right at home In the public works of the Indian government, no department is more important than the Forest Department. They control all afforestation in India, of course, when the government has money to spend. According to the regulations of Nainital, the civil servants of the Forest Department struggle against the winding mudslides and the shifting sand dunes, encircle them with fences, build dams in front, and press and thin branches on top. They are responsible for the national forests in the Himalayas, as well as the bare slopes, where the trees are washed into dry valleys during the rainy season; everyone shouts loudly not to be negligent, as it would bring serious consequences. They also try to plant foreign tree species on a large scale, patiently making eucalyptus trees take root, perhaps they can cure the fever of the canals. In the plains, their main responsibility is to keep the firebreaks in the forest reserves clear, so that when drought comes and livestock starve, they can open the reserves to livestock and allow people to come in to gather some dry firewood. They cut down a large number of branches as fuel for railways, supplying those that do not burn coal; they carefully calculate the profits of the forest, accurate to five decimal places; they are the doctors and midwives of the vast teak forests in the interior of Myanmar, the rubber plantations in the eastern jungle, and the locust trees in the south. Because the forest officials are always far away from the main roads and routine posts, they become wise and no longer just know about forest knowledge; they begin to understand the people in the jungle and the laws of the jungle. They encounter tigers, bears, leopards, wild dogs, and various deer—not occasionally after days of searching, but often when carrying out their duties. They spend many hours in saddles and tents—friends of new trees, colleagues of rough foresters and bald hunters, and finally, the forest repays them in its own way—leaving its mark on them, and they no longer sing the frivolous French songs they learned in Nainital, but silently accompany the silent creatures in the jungle. Gisborne has been working in the Forest Department for four years. At first, he inexplicably liked this job because he could ride horses in the wilderness and had great authority. Later, he hated it intensely and would rather spend a month's salary in a year on the few social activities available in India. After the crisis passed, the forest called him back, and he once again became content to serve it: deepening and widening the firebreaks, watching the small trees he had personally planted in the ancient forests release misty new green, digging through streams, and continuing to fight against the rampant thorny bushes, so as not to destroy the forest. On a quiet day, the thorny bushes were burned, and at noon, a herd of beasts would rush out of the pale flames. Afterwards, rows of seedlings were neatly laid out on the charred land. Gisborne watched all this with great joy. His residence, a small two-room thatched-roof white-walled house, is located at the end of the great forest, overlooking the entire jungle. He did not pretend to have a garden, because the forest was right at home, and after passing through a clump of bamboo, he could ride freely from the corridor into the heart of the forest. His steward, Abduh Jaffar, was a fat man, and he...