Read about The Old and The Sea

"The Old Man and the Sea" is written by a Cuban.The rare old fisherman got nothing in 84 days at sea. On the 85th day, the old man drove into the sea which was farther than expected before and caught a huge fish that had hardly been caught. It was because the big fish was subdued two days after the big fish battle. The fork was attacked by sharks several times on the way back, and finally returned to the fishing village with the skeleton of the big fish. The novel interprets the nobility and dignity of life to readers The indestructible spirit and the relationship between man and nature. The whole story has some tragic and desolate colors, and the little boy's care and trust for the old man makes the novel more warm. Some people say that old Sandiago is a hero who has failed. Although he was a tough man, he failed. What is failure? Maybe it can be said that when people do one thing, they fail to achieve the expected goal, which is failure. However, those who struggle with fate, those who struggle close to their limits, are naturally close to this failure. When the old man went to the sea, he could not expect fish to bite his hook every day, so he often failed. A person who often struggles close to his own limit will often fail, a person who wants to explore the mysteries of nature will often fail, and a person who wants to reform society will often fail. Only those who are content to live within their own limits are always "victorious". The reason why this "winner" always wins is that his opponent has already been subdued, or that he has not entered the struggle at all. Like many others, he is a member of the tough human race. I like such people, and I also like such human nature. I have found that people often regard such things as the most valuable expression of human nature: a seven-foot man sitting in the kitchen grinds with his three aunts and six grandmothers, or men and women in straight clothes sitting on the beach, talking about noble feelings that others can't understand. I don't like people indulging in the weak part of human nature like this, and I don't like people always describing human nature like this. Just as the old people go to the sea every day, many people also go to the battlefield of fighting against their limits every day, as if they are going to compete with their fate. They are the strongest among the people. Human beings themselves have their own limits, but when people reach beyond the limits again and again, the limits expand day by day. Human beings grow up in the struggle with limits. They sent the spacecraft into space, and they also used simple fishing gear to catch huge marlin in the Caribbean Sea. These things are equally great. People who do such incredible things are heroes. Those who will never or cannot exceed their limits are mediocre people. What on earth do people live for? Everyone gives different answers, either for career achievements, or for the happiness of family, or for the friendship between friends. But the only thing we have in common is that we should at least understand the reasons for our struggle. People should never live in order to survive, otherwise that kind of life is empty and meaningless. On the contrary, there are many people in today's society who do not live in the most miserable and painful depths of the world, but complain about the unfairness of life all day long. They talk about their failures day and night to win the sympathy of others, but never think about why they lost. The root cause is that they never think about how to succeed, just how to wait for the next failure. "People are not born for failure. A person can be destroyed, but cannot be defeated." Santiago's words are undoubtedly a loud slap in the face of such behavior. A hundred blows are only tribulations imposed on people by the outside world; The negation of yourself is the abandonment of your pursuit. Even if you have success in the eyes of others, it is just a walking corpse. In my eyes, the meaning of human survival is to find the ideal things that are worth pursuing, and to adhere to and protect them to the maximum extent. Because that is the most precious life of human beings, and the only chance given to them. Once upon a time, I was also afraid of difficulties, fear of fear and loss when failure came, fear that I would fall deeper and deeper in the abyss of failure, fear of ridicule from others... But now, I am more afraid of believing that I was defeated by failure, fear that I would be blinded by the momentary pain of loss and could not find the way back. The failure of people is never terrible. The terrible thing is to forget why we live, why we should die, and why life is precious to us. I am glad that I have found a light that will not go out, flashing in the sky of my life.