The story of The Old Man and the Sea is set in Cuba in the middle of the 20th century. The protagonist is an old fisherman in San Diego, and the supporting role is a child named Manorine. The dying fisherman didn't catch a fish for 84 days in a row and almost starved to death; But he still refuses to admit defeat and is full of the spirit of struggle. Finally, on the 85th day, he caught a marlin 18 feet long and 1500 pounds. The big fish dragged the boat to the sea, but the old man still clung to it. Even without water, food, weapons, assistants and cramps in his left hand, he was not discouraged at all. After two days and two nights, he finally killed the big fish and tied it to the boat. But many little sharks immediately came to snatch his booty; He killed them one by one, leaving only a broken tiller as a weapon. As a result, big fish can't escape the fate of being eaten up. Finally, the old man dragged back a pair of fish bones exhausted. He went home to lie in bed and had to look for the good old days from his dreams to forget the cruel reality.
Although the old fisherman was old, he was unlucky and failed. But he still keeps working hard, and he can win by failure. This novel shows a struggling outlook on life. Even in the face of unconquerable nature, people can still win spiritually. Maybe the result is failure, but in the process of struggle, we can see how a person can become an indomitable spirit.
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Santiago is an old fisherman in Cuba. When he was young, he was excellent and strong. He once wrestled with a black man, and after a day and a night, he finally defeated his opponent. In his later years, his experience and reaction were not as good as before. After his wife died, he lived alone in a humble cottage by the sea.
Once upon a time, the old fisherman fished alone in a small boat. He fished for 84 days, but he didn't catch any fish. Originally, a boy named Manorine accompanied him all the time, but after a long time, Manorine's parents thought the old man was unlucky and ordered his children to take another boat to sea. Sure enough, they caught three good fish in the first week. Every time the child sees the old man go home by boat every day, he feels very uncomfortable and always helps him with his things.
Santiago is thin and haggard, with wrinkles on the back of his neck and zits on his face, but his eyes are as blue as the sea, without a trace of melancholy. He and his children have forgotten each other. The old man taught his children to fish because the children loved him very much. Many fishermen in the village make fun of the old man because he can't catch fish, but in Manorine's eyes, the old man is the best fisherman. They fish not only to make money, but as a hobby. The children prepared meals for the old man and commented on the softball game with him. The old man especially worships the softball player DiMaggio. He is the son of a fisherman. Although he has a bone spur in his heel, he is full of energy when playing ball. The old man realized that he was old and his physical strength was not as good as his prime, but he knew a lot of fishing tricks and was determined, so he was still a good fisherman.
The day after the old man and the children met, that is, in the early morning of the 85th day, they went out to sea together. After waking up in the middle of the night, he stepped on the moonlight to wake up the child. They took two boats separately and sailed for the sea area of their choice after leaving the port.
The old man has put down the bait before dawn. The belly of the bait is wrapped in the handle of the hook, and the protruding part of the hook is wrapped with fresh sardines. The bait is delicious and fragrant.
While Santiago was staring at the fishing line, he saw a green pole sticking out of the water and soon attached to it. He gently pinched the fishing line with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Then the fishing line moved again, but the tension was not strong. The old man knew that a marlin was eating sardines caught by a fish at a depth of one hundred fathoms. He felt a slight pull on the bottom and was very happy. After a while, he felt something hard and heavy, and he decided that it was a big fish. This aroused his determination to challenge it.
The old man let go of the fishing line first, then shouted and tried his best to take it in, but the fish refused to give in easily. It didn't swim up an inch, but swam slowly. The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the tension on the marlin, but it didn't do much. He watched the ship drift northwest. The old man thought that the fish would die soon if he pushed too hard, but four hours later, the fish dragged the boat to the vast sea, and the old man still carried the fishing line on his back without any slack. They are fighting.
At this time, the old man looked back and saw that the land had disappeared from his sight. The sun sets in the west and the sky is full of stars. According to the observation of the stars, the old man judged that the big fish had not changed direction all night. It was very cold at night, and the old man's sweat dried up. He felt cold all over. He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, and then bent down and leaned against the bow. He felt much more comfortable. In order to persist, he kept talking to fish, birds and the sea, constantly recalling the past and thinking about Manorine. He said to himself loudly, "if only the child were here, so that he could help me and look at all this."
It was very cold the day before dawn, and the old man leaned against the wood to keep warm. I can keep it as long as it wants. He said loudly in a gentle tone, "Fish, as long as I don't die, I will fight you to the end." After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired, but the inclination of the fishing line indicated that the fish might jump, which was exactly what he wanted. He said, "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I must kill you before dark today. " The fish began to get restless, and suddenly it rocked the boat. The old man touched the fishing line with his right hand and found that his hand was bleeding. After a while, his left hand began to twitch again, but he tried his best to stick to it. He ate several pieces of tuna meat to strengthen his strength against big fish.
Just then, the fishing line slowly rose and the big fish finally surfaced. In the sun, it is bright and dazzling. It is 18 feet long, which is bigger than his boat. Its beak looks like a softball bat and is as sharp as a slender sword. After its sickle-shaped tail entered the water, the fishing line dropped rapidly.
The old man and the big fish kept at loggerheads until sunset, playing for two days and one night. The old man can't help recalling the experience of playing with a wrench with a black man in Casablanca when he was young. They put their elbows on the table with chalk lines drawn, their forearms straight and their hands clenched, so they embraced each other for a day and a night. After eight hours, there will be another referee every four hours, and they will take turns sleeping. He and the black people are bleeding under their fingernails. The fisherman who gambled on black people drank rum and tried to hold his hand down nearly three inches, but Santiago pulled his hand back to its original position and tried to hold it down again at dawn the next day. Since then, he has become a "champion" in people's minds.
The protracted war between the old man and the big fish lasted from night to dawn. The big fish jumped twelve times and began to circle around the boat. The old man was dizzy and saw the black spot shaking in front of him, but he still clung to the fishing line tightly. When the fish swam to him, he put down the fishing line, stepped under his feet, then held the harpoon high and plunged into the fish. The big fish jumped up, fully demonstrated its beauty and strength, and then fell into the water with a bang, splashing all over the old man and wetting the whole boat.
The fish turned upside down, its silver belly was up, and the blood from its heart was red with blue water. The old man tied the big fish to the side of the ship and successfully returned home. But after more than an hour, the shark smelled the blood of the big fish and followed it to grab the fish. The old man saw the blue back of the first shark that swam over. He prepared the harpoon and killed the first shark. A few hours later, two sharks approached the stern and bit the big fish's tail. The old man tied a knife to the paddle and killed two invading sharks, but in the subsequent struggle, the knife broke and he used a short stick. However, when sharks swarmed in the middle of the night, there was nothing he could do. Instead, he kept fighting and even broke the rudder. Finally, the shark ate up the old man's hard work for two days, leaving only the fish head and tail. ...
The boat sailed into the hillock and the old man returned to the shack. After dawn, people saw the huge white fish spine by the boat, and everyone was amazed at the old man Santiago.
The next morning, the child came to visit the old man, so tired that he couldn't sleep and couldn't help crying. When the old man woke up, the child brought him a steaming cup of coffee. The two met in a few days and went fishing together. The child said that he still had a lot to learn. After the child left, the old man fell asleep. He dreamed of lions in Africa. ...
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Santiago is an old fisherman in Cuba. When he was young, he was excellent and strong. He once wrestled with a black man, and after a day and a night, he finally defeated his opponent. In his later years, his experience and reaction were not as good as before. After his wife died, he lived alone in a humble cottage by the sea.
Once upon a time, the old fisherman fished alone in a small boat. He fished for 84 days, but he didn't catch any fish. Originally, a boy named Manorine accompanied him all the time, but after a long time, Manorine's parents thought the old man was unlucky and ordered his children to take another boat to sea. Sure enough, they caught three good fish in the first week. Every time the child sees the old man go home by boat every day, he feels very uncomfortable and always helps him with his things.
Santiago is thin and haggard, with wrinkles on the back of his neck and zits on his face, but his eyes are as blue as the sea, without a trace of melancholy. He and his children have forgotten each other. The old man taught his children to fish because the children loved him very much. Many fishermen in the village make fun of the old man because he can't catch fish, but in Manorine's eyes, the old man is the best fisherman. They fish not only to make money, but as a hobby. The children prepared meals for the old man and commented on the softball game with him. The old man especially worships the softball player DiMaggio. He is the son of a fisherman. Although he has a bone spur in his heel, he is full of energy when playing ball. The old man realized that he was old and his physical strength was not as good as his prime, but he knew a lot of fishing tricks and was determined, so he was still a good fisherman.
The day after the old man and the children met, that is, in the early morning of the 85th day, they went out to sea together. After waking up in the middle of the night, he stepped on the moonlight to wake up the child. They took two boats separately and sailed for the sea area of their choice after leaving the port.
The old man has put down the bait before dawn. The belly of the bait is wrapped in the handle of the hook, and the protruding part of the hook is wrapped with fresh sardines. The bait is delicious and fragrant.
While Santiago was staring at the fishing line, he saw a green pole sticking out of the water and soon attached to it. He gently pinched the fishing line with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Then the fishing line moved again, but the tension was not strong. The old man knew that a marlin was eating sardines caught by a fish at a depth of one hundred fathoms. He felt a slight pull on the bottom and was very happy. After a while, he felt something hard and heavy, and he decided that it was a big fish. This aroused his determination to challenge it.
The old man let go of the fishing line first, then shouted and tried his best to take it in, but the fish refused to give in easily. It didn't swim up an inch, but swam slowly. The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the tension on the marlin, but it didn't do much. He watched the ship drift northwest. The old man thought that the fish would die soon if he pushed too hard, but four hours later, the fish dragged the boat to the vast sea, and the old man still carried the fishing line on his back without any slack. They are fighting.
At this time, the old man looked back and saw that the land had disappeared from his sight. The sun sets in the west and the sky is full of stars. According to the observation of the stars, the old man judged that the big fish had not changed direction all night. It was very cold at night, and the old man's sweat dried up. He felt cold all over. He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, and then bent down and leaned against the bow. He felt much more comfortable. In order to persist, he kept talking to fish, birds and the sea, constantly recalling the past and thinking about Manorine. He said to himself loudly, "if only the child were here, so that he could help me and look at all this."
It was very cold the day before dawn, and the old man leaned against the wood to keep warm. I can keep it as long as it wants. He said loudly in a gentle tone, "Fish, as long as I don't die, I will fight you to the end." After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired, but the inclination of the fishing line indicated that the fish might jump, which was exactly what he wanted. He said, "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I must kill you before dark today. " The fish began to get restless, and suddenly it rocked the boat. The old man touched the fishing line with his right hand and found that his hand was bleeding. After a while, his left hand began to twitch again, but he tried his best to stick to it. He ate several pieces of tuna meat to strengthen his strength against big fish.
Just then, the fishing line slowly rose and the big fish finally surfaced. In the sun, it is bright and dazzling. It is 18 feet long, which is bigger than his boat. Its beak looks like a softball bat and is as sharp as a slender sword. After its sickle-shaped tail entered the water, the fishing line dropped rapidly.
The old man and the big fish kept at loggerheads until sunset, playing for two days and one night. The old man can't help recalling the experience of playing with a wrench with a black man in Casablanca when he was young. They put their elbows on the table with chalk lines drawn, their forearms straight and their hands clenched, so they embraced each other for a day and a night. After eight hours, there will be another referee every four hours, and they will take turns sleeping. He and the black people are bleeding under their fingernails. The fisherman who gambled on black people drank rum and tried to hold his hand down nearly three inches, but Santiago pulled his hand back to its original position and tried to hold it down again at dawn the next day. Since then, he has become a "champion" in people's minds.
The protracted war between the old man and the big fish lasted from night to dawn. The big fish jumped twelve times and began to circle around the boat. The old man was dizzy and saw the black spot shaking in front of him, but he still clung to the fishing line tightly. When the fish swam to him, he put down the fishing line, stepped under his feet, then held the harpoon high and plunged into the fish. The big fish jumped up, fully demonstrated its beauty and strength, and then fell into the water with a bang, splashing all over the old man and wetting the whole boat.
The fish turned upside down, its silver belly was up, and the blood from its heart was red with blue water. The old man tied the big fish to the side of the ship and successfully returned home. But after more than an hour, the shark smelled the blood of the big fish and followed it to grab the fish. The old man saw the blue back of the first shark that swam over. He prepared the harpoon and killed the first shark. A few hours later, two sharks approached the stern and bit the big fish's tail. The old man tied a knife to the paddle and killed two invading sharks, but in the subsequent struggle, the knife broke and he used a short stick. However, when sharks swarmed in the middle of the night, there was nothing he could do. Instead, he kept fighting and even broke the rudder. Finally, the shark ate up the old man's hard work for two days, leaving only the fish head and tail. ...
The boat sailed into the hillock and the old man returned to the shack. After dawn, people saw the huge white fish spine by the boat, and everyone was amazed at the old man Santiago.
The next morning, the child came to visit the old man, so tired that he couldn't sleep and couldn't help crying. When the old man woke up, the child brought him a steaming cup of coffee. The two met in a few days and went fishing together. The child said that he still had a lot to learn. After the child left, the old man fell asleep. He dreamed of lions in Africa. ...
The Old Man and the Sea
Author Hemingway
Comments When the Royal Swedish Academy awarded Hemingway Nobel Prize in Literature, it praised him as "proficient in modern narrative art". The Old Man and the Sea is a shining example. Describing the indomitable spirit of a Cuban fisherman in the face of failure, although it is about an old man, shows a world and is a masterpiece of realism.
Santiago is an unusual old man. She has no children and daughters, and even her wife died. She lives by fishing alone. The old man is thin and haggard, with deep wrinkles on his neck and scars on his hands. Everything about him looks old, except for a pair of eyes as blue as the sea. He looks very happy and refuses to admit defeat.
He caught the old man alone in a boat in the bay. He went for eighty-four days in a row, but he didn't catch any fish. A boy named Manorine was with him for the first forty days. The children's parents saw that San Diego had not caught a fish for 40 days, so Manorine went fishing with another boat. Every day, Manorine looks at San Diego coming back empty-handed, and feels very sad. It was the old man who taught him how to fish, so the children liked him very much. He always helps the old man pack things, do this and that, and chat with him. At night, the old man dreamed of childhood Africa, long golden beaches and lions on the beaches. On the eighty-fifth day, the old man saw that the weather was fine and decided to go far away and go fishing on the high seas. Manorine prepared fresh fish food for him and sent Santiago to the sea.
The old man rowed the boat out of the harbor in the dark. Although he can't see other boats, he can hear the sound of paddles falling into the water and paddling. As soon as he got out of the port, he dispersed, and everyone went straight to the Na Pianhai he wanted. The old man knew that he had gone further and further. He came to an abyss that suddenly sank 700 feet. The current hit the cliff at the bottom to form a whirlpool, where all kinds of fish gathered.
Before dawn, he threw out the fish food and let the boat go with the flow. All four kinds of fish food were thrown into the water at different depths. The sun came out and reflected strange light on the sea. The old man hung the fishing line straighter than anything else, so that on each floor of the undercurrent, there would be a fish food just where he wanted to put it, waiting for the fish that swam there to eat. At noon, a tuna suddenly jumped into the air, turned around and fell headfirst into the water. Then, one tuna after another swam up and jumped around. The old man treats the tuna he caught as fish food. It really succeeded this time. A big fish was caught in the fish food more than 0/00 meters deep underwater. San Diego guessed by feeling that this must be a very rare big fish. He shook off the fishing line and let it fall smoothly. He guessed that the big fish was swimming in the dark with tuna in its mouth. The fish just swam slowly on the bottom of the sea, and the old man couldn't even lift an inch. The big fish swam unhurriedly, while the fish, boats and people drifted slowly on the calm and waveless water. It's dark. In order to deal with this big fish, Santiago cut off several other fishing lines. After a night of tossing, Santiago's back was stiff and his hands were bleeding. On the distant sea, San Diego was alone with this big fish that had never been seen before. His eyes glanced up before he realized how lonely he was now. But when he saw the fishing line extending forward in the deep water, the higher and higher clouds, the wild ducks and seabirds flying under the blue sky, he understood that a person was never alone in the sea.
The fishing line has been rising slowly, the sea in front of the boat swelled and the fish began to surface. The old man has seen many big fish in his life, many of which weigh more than 1000 pounds, but he has never fished by himself. Now a man, in the boundless ocean, hangs a fish as big as he has never seen or heard of. Santiago thought, I must let it conquer me. In order to strengthen his confidence, he recalled his struggle with the best dockers and blacks in the tavern in Casablanca. The game starts on Sunday morning and ends on Monday morning. Despite the changeable situation, Santiago finally defeated the black people. From then on, he decided that he could beat anyone he really wanted to win. At night, the big fish jumped up like a sea breeze, and then plopped down. Then, the fish jumped up again and again and dragged away a lot of ropes. The flying rope hurt his hand, and then he thought, if the child were here, he would splash the pile of rope wet, but the child didn't come.
Since he went out to sea, when the sun rose in Ran Ran for the third time, the fish began to spin. Santiago tried to pull the rope back. Two hours later, the old man was sweating and his bones were falling apart. For an hour, the old man's eyes were always black, and sweat soaked his eyes and a wound on his forehead. But the circle of fish is much smaller. Slowly, the fish showed its true colors, and the old man could hardly believe how big the fish was. Santiago summoned up his courage and pulled the fish to the boat. He tried several times and almost succeeded, but the fish turned right again and swam away slowly. The old man almost fainted, his hands were worn out, and his eyes only saw things occasionally. All his pains, his remaining physical strength and his long-lost self-esteem were mobilized this time to deal with the fierce struggle of the big fish before he died. The fish swam to the side of the boat, and the old man raised the harpoon as high as possible, inserted it into the side of the fish, and then pushed it in with his whole body weight. Finally, the fish turned over and the silver belly was facing the sky.
Santiago drank some water and tied the big fish and the small boat side by side. As big as a fish, it's like tying a much bigger boat to a boat. Then he erected the mast, put on the patched cloth sail and took him to the southwest. Cumulus clouds are piled high in the sky, and there are many clouds on them, so the old man knows that there will be a good wind direction tonight.
The old man's boat went well with the big fish, but after the blood of the big fish dispersed in the sea, the shark who smelled the blood gas followed. Just as it pounced on the stern and ate the meat on the tail of the big fish, the old man raised the iron fork and plunged it into the shark's brain. The shark sank to the bottom of the sea with a harpoon. The old man knew that the big fish was bleeding again after being bitten, and other sharks would come again, but his harpoon was gone, and a hard day was coming. "People are not born to be defeated. You can destroy him, but you can't beat him. " The old man said. After two hours' walk, two sharks jumped up again and chewed the meat of the big fish desperately. The old man picked up the paddle with the knife tied to it and killed two sharks.
The sun is about to set, and the shark strikes again. The old man took a stick and beat back two sharks, but he never wanted to see the big fish again, because it was badly spoiled. At about ten o'clock in the evening, he saw the reflection of the electric lights in Havana City in the sky. In the middle of the night, a group of sharks attacked and the stick was knocked out. The old man pulled out the rudder handle and beat and split. At last, the shark was beaten away and the fish was bitten to the bone. The old man can hardly breathe. He thought nothing, felt nothing, and sailed to his hometown port. At night, another shark attacked the remains of a big fish. The old man ignored them at all and paid no attention to anything except driving. He only felt the sea and thought there were our friends and enemies there.
When he drove into the small harbor, it was quiet all around, and the lights of the seaside hotel had gone out. Now the sea breeze is more rampant. No one helped. He got off the boat, raised the mast, went ashore, and reached his shack with great difficulty. The next morning, when the old man was asleep, Manorine came. He saw the old man sleeping and his hands, and he burst into tears. He went out quietly to buy coffee for the old man.
Many fishermen gathered around the old man's boat, and one of them was measuring the fish skeleton. He told Manorine that it was 18 feet long from the tip of a fish's nose to its tail. Manorine brought hot coffee to Santiago and told the old man that he would go fishing with him because he still had a lot to learn.
That afternoon, a group of practitioners came to the seaside hotel. One of the women looked at the sea and saw a thick, long white spine with a very big tail behind it, swinging up and down with the sea. She didn't recognize what it was.
In the hut down the road, the old man fell asleep again. He still fell asleep face down, and the child sat watching him. The old man dreamed of those lions.