老人与海
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Ernest Hemingway, a profound philosopher born in Chicago, USA. He was
influenced by his parents when he was young. His father loved fishing
and the sea. Mother love literature, love life. Hemingway loved it too,
and in middle age, at the height of his literary attainment, he wrote
the novella The Old Man and the Sea It was after World War II.
Hemingway joined the American Red Cross Field Service and served on the
Italian battlefield. Although he just wanted to feel the war, he also
paid a heavy price for it - numerous wounds embedded with shrapnel, and
the bitter memories of the war, he began to deny the good life. After
the end of World War II, Hemingway returned to his hometown, he came to
the sea, he opened his arms, he looked up at the sky at the same time
and closed his eyes, he seems to no longer simply think that the sky is
always blue, the air will never have the breath of weapons. When he
opened his eyes again, he had already picked up his pen. Sitting quietly
in front of the table, Hemingway, the mind of his father fishing scene
-- such a picture, is very beautiful, there is no war smoke, there is no
people crying. We are all happy, trying to work hard for the family. But
at the moment, the world seems to have changed, and the people inside it
need to do something about it. Hemingway chose to move to Cuba in
search of a new life. He became acquainted with Fuentes, an old
fisherman. Once, Hemingway's boat sank in a storm, and Fuentes rescued
Hemingway. From then on, Hemingway and Fuentes formed a deep friendship,
and often went fishing together. Fuentes went out a long way to catch a
big fish, but the fish was so big that it dragged out to sea for a long
time. On the return trip, he was attacked by a shark and came back with
only a skeleton left. Hemingway, an observant of life, thought it would
make a good story. Thus, full of hope and strong Santiago was born. He
has been an old man since birth, an old man who loves fishing but never
catches. As Hemingway wrote, "Old fisherman Santiago went 84 days
without catching a fish at sea. At first a boy named Manolin went out
with him, but after forty days he had not caught any fish, so his
parents put him on another boat, because they thought it would be bad
luck for him to be with the old man." Hemingway was wise not to
let the story go on forever. San Diego finally hooked a big fish on the
eighty-fifth day, but after two days of dealing with the fish, he was
snatched by a shark. Santiago's eyes began to have a tired, but not
depressed, "a man is not born to be defeated, you can eliminate
him, but he is not defeated." This is Santiago's life belief, also
Hemingway's spirit. Hemingway is good at using symbolism to describe
all kinds of image, the same things repeatedly the shark, it represents
the dark forces, and starting from the age of five is living with the
old fisherman's manolin, has a backbone and a strong sense of
responsibility, and this is the foil from the side of San Diego, manolin
also represents such a spirit, will be passed from generation to
generation. "The Old Man and the Sea" is worthy of people's
appreciation, Hemingway can write such a philosophical work in such a
period, not only is the portrayal of the spirit, but also the bottom of
my heart desire. He hoped everything would be fine, but life didn't.
Santiago also understood, so he treated the consecutive days of no fish
attitude, cool and confident. I love Santiago. I love his confidence.
Because confidence has always been hard to come by for me. Tired from
his life of fishing, Santiago went to the ocean for the last time at
dusk. The lazy sun shone and the sound of the sea was quiet. Nearby, the
seagulls began to flock back to their nests and chase each other by
daylight. He turned to me with his bright blue eyes, waved, tossed his
net and told me in a low, tired voice: "It's time to go home again,
no fish today, but it doesn't matter, sometime, sometime. Today, I did
my best." He turned away with a smile that looked kind and
reassuring. I watched his bent body gradually buried in the sea, buried
by the setting sun, and I looked around again. The seagull had not yet
flown away, swirling in the direction of the old fisherman. It seems
particularly nostalgic for today's San Diego. All this is so beautiful,
listening to the sound of seagulls, listening to the sea, I reluctantly
turned around, looking at the real world of me, looking at the last
pages of "the old man and the sea", looking at the old man
away from the figure, he really tired, like Hemingway, need to rest.
The moment Santiago turned around, I knew the story was over. But
Hemingway still told me, through those thin pages, never say die.
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