This novel expresses a struggling outlook on life. Even when facing the unconquerable nature, people can still gain spiritual victory. Maybe the result is failure, but in the process of struggle, we can see how a person can become an upright man.
The background of the story of "The Old Man and the Sea" is Cuba in the mid-twentieth century. The protagonist is an old fisherman from San Diego, and the supporting character is a child named Manolin. This frail fisherman failed to catch a fish for eighty-four days and almost starved to death. However, he still refused to admit defeat and was full of fighting spirit. Finally, on the eighty-fifth day, he caught a fish ten years in length. An eight-foot, fifteen-hundred-pound marlin. The big fish dragged the boat toward the sea, but the old man still held on. Even though there was no water, no food, no weapons, no assistants, and his left hand was cramped, he was not discouraged at all. After two days and two nights, he finally killed the big fish and tied it to the side of the boat. But many small sharks immediately came to snatch his trophy; he killed them one by one, until at last he had only a broken tiller as a weapon. As a result, the big fish could not escape the fate of being eaten up. In the end, the old man dragged back a pair of fish bones exhausted. He returned home and lay on his bed, having no choice but to look back at the good old days in his dreams to forget the cruel reality.
Although the old fisherman was old, unlucky, and failed, he still persisted in working hard and was able to win with the grace of failure. This novel expresses a struggling outlook on life. Even when facing the unconquerable nature, people can still gain spiritual victory. Maybe the result is a failure, but in the process of struggle, we can see how a person can become an upright man
Story summary
Santiago is an old man in Cuba The fisherman, who was very good and strong when he was young, once had an arm wrestling match with a black man. After a day and night, he finally defeated his opponent. In his later years, his experiences and reactions were not as good as before. After his wife died, he lived alone in a simple hut by the sea.
For a while, the old fisherman was fishing alone in a small boat. He fished for 84 days in a row, but he didn't catch a single fish. Originally, a boy named Manolin was always with him, but as time went by, Manolin's parents thought that the old man was unlucky and ordered the child to take another boat to go to sea. Sure enough, they caught three good fish in the first week. Every time the child sees the old man returning home empty-handed every day, he feels very sad and always has to help him get something.
Santiago is thin and haggard, with wrinkles on the back of his neck and pimples on his face, but his eyes are as blue as the sea and there is no trace of depression. He and his children have been friends for many years. The old man taught the child to fish because the child loved him very much. Many fishermen in the village made fun of the old man because he couldn't catch fish, but in Manolin's eyes, the old man was the best fisherman. They fish not only to make money, but as a hobby. The child prepared meals for the old man and commented on the softball game with him. The old man especially admires the softball player DiMaggio. He is the son of a fisherman. Although he has a splinter on his heel, he plays ball with flying colors. The old man recognized that he was old and his physical strength was not as good as that of his prime, but he knew many tricks of fishing and was very determined, so he was still a good fisherman.
The old man and the child met to go to sea together early the next day, the 85th day. After waking up in the middle of the night, he walked under the moonlight to wake up the child. The two took two boats, and after leaving the port, they each sailed to the sea of ??their choice.
The old man has already put down the bait before dawn. The belly of the bait is wrapped with the handle of the fishhook, and the protruding parts of the fishhook are wrapped with fresh sardines. The bait is fragrant and delicious.
While Santiago was looking at the fishing line intently, he saw a green pole emerging from the water and quickly attached to the water. He held the fishing line lightly with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Then the fishing line moved again, and the pull was not strong. The old man understood that, a hundred fathoms below, a marlin was eating a sardine he had caught. He felt a slight tug underneath and was very happy. After a while he felt something hard and heavy. He concluded that it was a big fish. This inspired him to challenge it.
The old man first let go of the fishing line, then shouted loudly, and used all his strength to close the fishing line, but the fish refused to give in easily. Instead of coming up an inch, it slowly swam away. The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the pulling force against the marlin, but it had little effect. He watched the boat float to the northwest. The old man thought that the fish would die soon if he exerted too much force, but four hours later, the fish was still dragging the boat towards the boundless sea, and the old man still held on to the fishing line on his back without any slack. They confront.
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 filled with stars. The old man made a judgment based on his observation of the stars: the big fish did not change its direction all night long. It was cold at night, and the old man's sweat dried up, and he felt cold all over. He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, then bent over the bow of the boat, and he felt much more comfortable.
In order to persevere, he kept talking to fish, birds, and the sea, constantly recalling the past, and thinking of Manolin. He said to himself loudly: "It would be great if the child was here, so that he could help Let me take a look at all this again."
It was very cold before dawn, and the old man leaned against the wood to keep warm. He thought that as long as the fish could last, so could I. He said loudly in a gentle tone: "Fish, as long as I don't die, I will fight with you to the end." After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired yet, but the slope of the fishing line showed that the fish might jump up. It was something he couldn't ask for. He said: "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I must kill you before dark today." The fish became restless, and it suddenly 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 cramped again, but he still tried his best to hold on. He ate a few pieces of tuna to give him some strength to deal with the big fish.
At this moment, the fishing line slowly rose, and the big fish finally emerged from the water. In the sun, this whole body is bright and colorful. It was 18 feet long, bigger than his boat. Its beak is as long as a softball bat and as pointed as a slender sword. After its scythe-like tail entered the water, the fishing line slid down quickly.
The old man and the big fish continued to fight until sunset. The two sides had been fighting for two days and one night. The old man couldn't help but recall the experience of competing with a black man in Casalanca when he was young. They put their elbows on the chalk line on the table, with their forearms straight and their hands clasped, and they stayed in this stalemate all day and night. After eight hours, a referee will be replaced every four hours and they will take turns sleeping. His and the black man's fingernails were bleeding. The fisherman who betted the black man drank rum and exerted all his strength to push his hand down nearly three inches. However, Santiago pulled his hand back to its original position and at dawn the next day, he struggled to remove the black man's hand. He was knocked down by his hand, and from then on he became the "champion" in people's minds.
The protracted battle between the old man and the big fish continued from night to dawn. The big fish jumped twelve times and began to circle around the boat. The old man was dizzy and saw black dots shaking in front of his eyes, but he still held on to the fishing line tightly. When the fish swam up to him, he dropped the fishing line and stepped on it, then raised the harpoon high and plunged it into the fish. The big fish jumped into the air, fully demonstrating its beauty and strength, and then fell into the water with a roar. The waves splashed all over the old man and the entire boat.
The fish lay on its back, its silver-white belly turned up, and the blood flowing out from its heart dyed the blue water red. The old man tied the big fish to the side of the boat and returned successfully. But more than an hour later, the shark smelled the bloody smell of the big fish and followed it to eat the fish. The old man saw the blue back of the first shark that came. He got his harpoon ready and killed the first shark. A few hours later, two more sharks approached the stern of the boat to bite the tail of the big fish. The old man tied a knife to the oar and killed the two invading sharks. However, the knife also broke during the subsequent fight, so he switched to a short knife. stick. However, when sharks came in droves in the middle of the night, he had no way to deal with them, but he persisted in fighting and even broke the rudder of the boat. In the end, the sharks ate up the old man's two days of hard work, leaving only the fish head. And the fish tail...
The boat sailed into the small harbor and the old man returned to his shack. After dawn, people saw the huge white fish spine next to the boat. Everyone marveled at the old man Santiago.
The next morning, the child came to visit the old man and burst into tears when he saw that he was so tired that he fell asleep. When the old man woke up, the child brought him a cup of steaming coffee. The two met to go fishing together in a few days. The child said that he still had a lot to learn. After the child left, the old man fell asleep, and he dreamed of lions in Africa...
Story summary
Santiago is an old fisherman in Cuba. Outstanding, strong and powerful, he once had an arm wrestling match with a black man. After competing for a day and a night, he finally defeated his opponent. In his later years, his experiences and reactions were not as good as before. After his wife died, he lived alone in a simple hut by the sea.
For a while, the old fisherman was fishing alone in a small boat. He fished for 84 days in a row, but he didn't catch a single fish. Originally, a boy named Manolin was always with him, but as time went by, Manolin's parents thought that the old man was unlucky and ordered the child to take another boat to go to sea. Sure enough, they caught three good fish in the first week. Every time the child sees the old man returning home empty-handed every day, he feels very sad and always has to help him get something.
Santiago is thin and haggard, with wrinkles on the back of his neck and pimples on his face, but his eyes are as blue as the sea and there is no trace of depression. He and his children have been friends for many years. The old man taught the child to fish because the child loved him very much. Many fishermen in the village made fun of the old man because he couldn't catch fish, but in Manolin's eyes, the old man was the best fisherman. They fish not only to make money, but as a hobby. The child prepared meals for the old man and commented on the softball game with him. The old man especially admires the softball player DiMaggio. He is the son of a fisherman. Although he has a splinter on his heel, he plays ball with flying colors. The old man recognized that he was old and his physical strength was not as good as that of his prime, but he knew many tricks of fishing and was very determined, so he was still a good fisherman.
The old man and the child met to go to sea together early the next day, the 85th day. After waking up in the middle of the night, he walked under the moonlight to wake up the child. The two took two boats, and after leaving the port, they each sailed to the sea of ??their choice.
The old man has already put down the bait before dawn. The belly of the bait is wrapped with the handle of the fishhook, and the protruding parts of the fishhook are wrapped with fresh sardines. The bait is fragrant and delicious.
While Santiago was looking at the fishing line intently, he saw a green pole emerging from the water and quickly attached to the water. He held the fishing line lightly with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Then the fishing line moved again, and the pull was not strong. The old man understood that, a hundred fathoms below, a marlin was eating a sardine he had caught. He felt a slight tug underneath and was very happy. After a while he felt something hard and heavy. He concluded that it was a big fish. This inspired him to challenge it.
The old man first let go of the fishing line, then shouted loudly, and used all his strength to close the fishing line, but the fish refused to give in easily. Instead of coming up an inch, it slowly swam away. The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the pulling force against the marlin, but it had little effect. He watched the boat float to the northwest. The old man thought that the fish would die soon if he exerted too much force, but four hours later, the fish was still dragging the boat towards the boundless sea, and the old man still held on to the fishing line on his back without any slack. They confront.
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 filled with stars. The old man made a judgment based on his observation of the stars: the big fish did not change its direction all night long. It was cold at night, and the old man's sweat dried up, and he felt cold all over. He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, then bent over the bow of the boat, and he felt much more comfortable. In order to persevere, he kept talking to fish, birds, and the sea, constantly recalling the past, and thinking of Manolin. He said to himself loudly: "It would be great if the child was here, so that he could help Let me take a look at all this again."
It was very cold before dawn, and the old man leaned against the wood to keep warm. He thought that as long as the fish could last, so could I. He said loudly in a gentle tone: "Fish, as long as I don't die, I will fight with you to the end." After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired yet, but the slope of the fishing line showed that the fish might jump up. It was something he couldn't ask for. He said: "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I must kill you before dark today." The fish became restless, and it suddenly 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 cramped again, but he still tried his best to hold on. He ate a few pieces of tuna to give him some strength to deal with the big fish.
At this moment, the fishing line slowly rose, and the big fish finally emerged from the water. In the sun, this whole body is bright and colorful. It was 18 feet long, bigger than his boat. Its beak is as long as a softball bat and as pointed as a slender sword. After its scythe-like tail entered the water, the fishing line slid down quickly.
The old man and the big fish continued to fight until sunset. The two sides had been fighting for two days and one night. The old man couldn't help but recall the experience of competing with a black man in Casalanca when he was young. They put their elbows on the chalk line on the table, with their forearms straight and their hands clasped, and they stayed in this stalemate all day and night. After eight hours, a referee will be replaced every four hours and they will take turns sleeping. His and the black man's fingernails were bleeding. The fisherman who betted the black man drank rum and exerted all his strength to push his hand down nearly three inches. However, Santiago pulled his hand back to its original position and at dawn the next day, he struggled to remove the black man's hand. He was knocked down by his hand, and from then on he became the "champion" in people's minds.
The protracted battle between the old man and the big fish continued from night to dawn. The big fish jumped twelve times and began to circle around the boat. The old man was dizzy and saw black dots shaking in front of his eyes, but he still held on to the fishing line tightly. When the fish swam up to him, he dropped the fishing line and stepped on it, then raised the harpoon high and plunged it into the fish. The big fish jumped into the air, fully demonstrating its beauty and strength, and then fell into the water with a roar. The waves splashed all over the old man and the entire boat.
The fish lay on its back, its silver-white belly turned up, and the blood flowing out from its heart dyed the blue water red. The old man tied the big fish to the side of the boat and returned successfully. But more than an hour later, the shark smelled the bloody smell of the big fish and followed it to eat the fish. The old man saw the blue back of the first shark that came. He got his harpoon ready and killed the first shark. A few hours later, two more sharks approached the stern of the boat to bite the tail of the big fish. The old man tied a knife to the oar and killed the two invading sharks. However, the knife also broke during the subsequent fight, so he switched to a short knife. stick. However, when sharks came in droves in the middle of the night, he had no way to deal with them, but he persisted in fighting and even broke the rudder of the boat. In the end, the sharks ate up the old man's two days of hard work, leaving only the fish head. And the fish tail...
The boat sailed into the small harbor and the old man returned to his shack. After dawn, people saw the huge white fish spine next to the boat. Everyone marveled at the old man Santiago.
The next morning, the child came to visit the old man and burst into tears when he saw that he was so tired that he fell asleep. When the old man woke up, the child brought him a cup of steaming coffee. The two met to go fishing together in a few days. The child said that he still had a lot to learn.
After the child left, the old man fell asleep, and he dreamed of the lion in Africa...
"The Old Man and the Sea"
Author Hemingway
Work Review Sweden When the Royal Academy of Sciences awarded Hemingway the Nobel Prize for Literature, it praised him for his "mastery of the art of modern narrative." "The Old Man and the Sea" is a shining example. It describes the tenacity of a Cuban fisherman in the face of failure. Although it is written about an old man, it shows a world and is a masterpiece of realism.
Introduction to the work Santiago is an unusual old man. She has no children, and even her wife has passed away. She lives alone by fishing. The old man has a thin body, a haggard face, deep wrinkles on his neck, and scars on his hands. Everything about him looked old except for his eyes, which were as blue as the sea and looked cheerful and unwilling to admit defeat.
He was an old man fishing alone in a small boat in the bay. He went there for eighty-four consecutive days, but he didn't catch a single fish. A boy, Manolin, was with him for the first forty days. The child's parents saw that the old man Santiago had not caught a fish after forty days, so they asked Manolin to go fishing with another boat. Manolin felt very sad watching Santiago come back with an empty boat every day. It was the old man who taught him how to fish, so the child liked him very much. He always helped the old man pack his things, did this and that, and even accompanied him. Old man chatting. At night, the old man dreamed of the Africa of his boyhood, of those long golden beaches and the lions on the beaches. On the eighty-fifth day, the old man saw that it was a fine day and decided to go far away and go fishing in the open sea. Manolin helped him prepare fresh fish food and sent Santiago out to sea.
The old man rowed the boat out of the harbor in the dark. Although the old man couldn't see the other boats, he could hear the sound of the oars falling into the water and paddling. As soon as they left the harbor, they spread out, each heading straight for the patch of sea he desired. The old man knew that he had gone further and further. He came to an abyss that suddenly dropped seven hundred feet. The current hit the cliff and formed a whirlpool. All kinds of fish gathered there.
When it was still dark, he threw out the fish food and let the boat drift with the current. The four fish foods were dropped at different depths underwater. The sun came out and reflected a strange light on the sea. The old man hung the fishing line straighter than anything else, so that on each layer of the undercurrent, there would be a fish food exactly where he wanted it, waiting for the fish that swam there to eat it. At noon, a tuna suddenly jumped into the air, turned around and fell headfirst into the water. Immediately afterwards, tuna came up one after another and jumped in all directions. The old man used the tuna he caught to make fish food. This time it worked, and a big fish was caught in the fish food more than a hundred meters deep. Santiago guessed based on his feeling that this must be a very rare big fish. He shook the fishing line out and let it slide down smoothly. He guessed that the big fish was swimming away in the darkness with the tuna in its mouth. The fish just swam slowly on the bottom of the sea. The old man couldn't lift it even one inch. The big fish swam calmly, and the fish, boats and people drifted slowly on the calm water. It was getting dark. In order to deal with this big fish with all his strength, Santiago cut off several other fishing lines. After struggling all night, Santiago's back was stiff and his hands were bleeding. In the distant sea, Santiago was alone in his struggle with this big fish that had never appeared. His eyes glanced upward, realizing how lonely he was now. But when he saw the fishing rope stretching forward in the deep water, the clouds that were getting higher, and the wild ducks and seabirds flying under the blue sky, he understood that a person is never alone on the sea. .
As the fishing rope continued to rise slowly, the sea surface in front of the boat rose, and fish began to appear. The old man has seen many big fish in his life, many weighing more than a thousand pounds, but he has never caught one by himself. Now, alone, in the boundless sea, he hung a fish as big as he had never seen or heard of on a rope. Santiago thought, I have to let it conquer me. In order to strengthen his confidence, he recalled the time when he had an arm-wrestling with the tall black man who was the most physically fit dock worker in a tavern in Casablanca. The competition starts on Sunday morning and ends on Monday morning. Although the situation kept changing, Santiago finally defeated the black man. From then on, he decided that as long as he really wanted to win, he could defeat no matter who it was. At night, the big fish jumped up as if exploding the sea surface, and immediately fell down again with a plop. Then, the fish jumped up again and again, dragging away a lot of rope. The flying ropes scratched his hands raw. At this moment, he thought that if the child was here, he would wet the pile of ropes, but it was a pity that the child did not come.
As the sun rose for the third time since he went out to sea, the fish began to circle. Santiago pulled the rope back as hard as he could. Two hours later, the old man was dripping with sweat and so tired that his bones were about to fall apart. For an hour, the old man's eyes were always dark, sweat soaked his eyes and soaked a wound on his forehead. But the fish turned in much smaller circles. Slowly the fish revealed its true colors, and the old man couldn't believe how big the fish was. Santiago braced himself and pulled the fish toward the boat. He tried several times and almost succeeded, but the fish corrected its direction again and slowly swam away. The old man almost fainted, his hands were worn out, and his eyes could only occasionally see clearly.
All his pain, his remaining physical strength, and his long-lost self-esteem were mobilized this time to deal with the big fish's violent struggle before it died. The fish swam to the side of the boat. The old man raised the harpoon as high as he could, inserted it into the side of the fish, and then pushed it in with his whole body weight. Finally, the fish turned over on its back, with its bright belly facing the sky.
Santiago drank some water and tied the big fish side by side with the boat. The fish was so big that it looked like a much larger boat was tied to the side of the boat. Then he raised the mast, filled the patched sail with the wind, and sailed southwest. There were piles of cumulus clouds high in the sky, and there were many rolls of clouds above, so the old man knew that there would be good wind direction tonight.
The old man's boat and the big fish were going quite well, but after the big fish's blood spread in the sea, the sharks that smelled the blood followed them closely. Just as it pounced on the stern of the boat and gnawed the meat from the tail of the big fish, the old man raised his iron fork and plunged it into the center of the shark's brain. The shark sank to the bottom of the sea with the harpoon. The old man knew that the big fish was bleeding again after being bitten, and that other sharks would come, but he also had no harpoon, and hard times were coming soon. "People are not born to be defeated. You can destroy them as much as you can, but you just can't defeat them." The old man said. After the boat had been traveling for two hours, two sharks pounced on the big fish again, gnawing desperately at the meat of the big fish. The old man picked up the oar with the knife attached to it and killed the two sharks.
The sun was about to set and the shark struck again. The old man got a wooden stick and beat away the two sharks, but he didn't want to look at the big fish anymore because the fish were so badly damaged. At night, around ten o'clock, he saw the reflection of the electric lights in Havana in the sky. In the middle of the night, a swarm of sharks attacked, and the wooden stick was knocked off. The old man took out the tiller and hit and split again, and drove away the last shark. The fish was also chewed until only the bones were left. The old man was almost out of breath from exhaustion. He thought nothing, felt nothing, and sailed toward the port of his hometown. At night, sharks attacked the remains of the big fish again. The old man ignored them and paid no attention to anything except steering. He only felt the sea and thought that there were our friends and our enemies there.
When he sailed into the small harbor, it was quiet all around, and the lights of the seaside hotel had been extinguished. The sea breeze is now more violent. No one helped. He got off the boat, lifted the mast and went ashore, and it took a lot of effort to reach his shack. The next morning, when the old man was sleeping soundly, Manolin came. He saw the old man sleeping soundly and saw the old man's hands, and he burst into tears. He walked out quietly and went to get some 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 Manolin that the fish was 18 feet long from the tip of its nose to its tail. Manolin brought hot coffee to Santiago and told the old man that he was going to go fishing with the old man because he still had many things to learn.
That afternoon, a group of practitioners came to the seaside hotel. One of the women saw a thick and long snow-white spine while looking at the sea water, with a very big tail at the end. The tail swayed up and down with the sea water. She didn't recognize what it was.
In the hut at the other end of the road, the old man fell asleep again. He was still sleeping face down, with the child sitting beside him and watching over him.
The old man is dreaming about those lions