The old man still had two drinks of water in the bottle and he used half
of one after he had eaten the shrimps. The skiff was sailing well
considering the handicaps and he steered with the tiller under his arm.
He could see the fish and he had only to look at his hands and feel his
back against the stern to know that this had truly happened and was not
a dream. At one time when he was feeling so badly toward the end, he had
thought perhaps it was a dream. Then when he had seen the fish come out
of the water and hang motionless in the sky before he fell, he was sure
there was some great strangeness and he could not believe it.
去书内
-
黄文慧
京公网安备 11010802032529号