《老人与海》读后感

In retrospect to my high school's Chinese teacher, he said, "If one day the reality makes you frustrated, please reread the Old Man and the Sea". Now, I have a completely different feeling and reflection from that in high school. The delicate context makes me start to summarize myself, examine myself, and write this article to summarize my ordinary university life. In fact, the story is very simple. An old man was fishing alone on the sea, and found nothing for 84 days. When he finally caught a big fish, he spent much energy and time stabbing it to death. On the way back, he was attacked by a shark. After a day and night of fighting, the old man returned, with only the skeleton of the marlin. But the old man did not lose hope and confidence. After recuperation, he was ready towards sea again. If I had to sum up the core in one sentence, It must be the heroic chapter of an old man who dared to challenge himself. While rereading, I have been thinking about several questions, one of which I haven't been able to answer on reflection. Did the old man fail in the end? When I was younger, I believed that he did not fail. After all, he used the salmon skeleton to prove to others that even though he was old, poor and unlucky, he had the courage, perseverance and strength beyond ordinary people to fight till the end. But as I grow up, I gradually learn that the pain of life was that it doesn't care if you were a hero but your competence to survive. Speaking of that, he is a failure, a stubborn old man who waste eighty-four days just for a big fish which finally turned out to be a poor fish skeleton. It's not enough for family life. As an old fisherman, can't you just fish for a living? I think this may be the reason why I can't be a courageous person who dares not to surpass self. I may just want to faint through the life. So, how do I view failure? I think the real failure may not be falling down repeatedly, but giving up without several times of persistence.In retrospect to my high school's Chinese teacher, he said, "If one day the reality makes you frustrated, please reread the Old Man and the Sea". Now, I have a completely different feeling and reflection from that in high school. The delicate context makes me start to summarize myself, examine myself, and write this article to summarize my ordinary university life. In fact, the story is very simple. An old man was fishing alone on the sea, and found nothing for 84 days. When he finally caught a big fish, he spent much energy and time stabbing it to death. On the way back, he was attacked by a shark. After a day and night of fighting, the old man returned, with only the skeleton of the marlin. But the old man did not lose hope and confidence. After recuperation, he was ready towards sea again. If I had to sum up the core in one sentence, It must be the heroic chapter of an old man who dared to challenge himself. While rereading, I have been thinking about several questions, one of which I haven't been able to answer on reflection. Did the old man fail in the end? When I was younger, I believed that he did not fail. After all, he used the salmon skeleton to prove to others that even though he was old, poor and unlucky, he had the courage, perseverance and strength beyond ordinary people to fight till the end. But as I grow up, I gradually learn that the pain of life was that it doesn't care if you were a hero but your competence to survive. Speaking of that, he is a failure, a stubborn old man who waste eighty-four days just for a big fish which finally turned out to be a poor fish skeleton. It's not enough for family life. As an old fisherman, can't you just fish for a living? I think this may be the reason why I can't be a courageous person who dares not to surpass self. I may just want to faint through the life. So, how do I view failure? I think the real failure may not be falling down repeatedly, but giving up without several times of persistence. What about me? In fact, there are gains. In the days when the school was placed on lockdown, I insisted on getting up early every day to warn myself not to be too comfortable. I pushed myself forward by striving to perform well academically. But I seem to lack the opportunity to be a brave man. I don't have to work hard for life. My parents have already undertaken this burden for me; I don't need to worry about the epidemic. The campus has provided me with security... In this comfortable environment, I think only by keeping clear can I not be too mediocre. After reading The Old Man and the Sea, this book not only gives me great shock, but also makes me understand a famous saying: A man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not destroyed. More importantly, it made me understand that most of the difficulties in life are unknown. No matter how my peers describe this difficulty, I should always believe in myself and tell myself "I can do it". Failure is not terrible, but the fear is not to try, not to fight. So, if you fail all the time, will you still believe in yourself? Will you fall into depression? I think I might. After all, I am not a warrior or a superman with extraordinary strength in real life. Maybe I used to flinch, sometimes I thought it was a decent thing to admit defeat. Isn't life the last moment of battle? One day, I will understand: "The world has kissed my soul with its pay, asking for its return in songs.".