A tenacious old

He was an old man, a weather-beaten old man over seventy. He was as thin as a bone, and scars covered him like the parched earth. His whole body looks old, but he has a pair of eyes as clear as the sea. His name is Santiago, a weather-beaten fisherman, a tragic hero.

The old man and the sea, as the name suggests. To sum it up, it's about a fisherman who spent three days fishing for nothing. The story is very short, very simple, rough reading down is a little verbose, but under the close reading, you can find under the surface of the bright diffuse, flashing a little fluorescent.

Think of the old man, the mind naturally emerge firm, resolute, persistent. With it came endless sorrow and reverence for life. The old man went to sea eighty-four days, no harvest, destitute, gray seems to forget to visit this small corner, disappointed, depressed these gray pronoun did not cover the beach, there is only calm. 'The eighty-fifth day, a lucky number. The old man believed, just as he believed that DiMaggio would win the game and that the fish would soon be caught. He is always so optimistic that nothing seems to be able to bring him down, even when he is old. He believed, he was determined, he hoped. What kept him going was the faith of a fallen man, the dignity of a ruined fisherman, an invisible glimmer of hope.

The sea breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, and the water is sparkling. The old man's eyes were still clear and clean, without malice or curse. In the face of the big marlin, the pale blue pupil is still calm and indifferent, deep in the eyes, revealing the admiration for nature and the awe of life. On the lonely sea, the old man once had a monologue: "BROTHER, I have never seen anything bigger, more beautiful, quieter or more noble than you." The vast sea, sparkling sigh, is to the belief of life, is to the pure beauty of praise, is to fish life of the tenacious sigh. From the fear of life, the old man tried his best to save their haggard and old life is still full of blood, even if the mind is not clear, also try their best, toward the light, toward the deep morning wind.

For two days and three nights under the blue ocean, he survived.

Life surrendered to him, he was a spiritual success, a humble fisherman in the morning wind

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated." Even in extremis, the old man never gave up his dignity. Hemingway created a tragic image of a tough guy, he lost the physical success, but the spiritual victor, he became a lonely left-behind, the last hero. Although in extremis, still maintains the heroic style, does not fear the danger, takes a gamble, ends up a vicissitudes of life. He may be a loser in the eyes of others, but he is an unsung hero who transcends the limit and transcends the sky. He keeps his dignity and only gets a broken fishbone. "A man is not born to be defeated." He was powerless in the eyes of the masses, but a hero to himself. He pleases himself, not the masses.

"A man is not made for defeat," he said.

At last the old man dreamed of the lion. In the morning of dawn, on the pale blue sea, a thin old man, against the light, in the morning wind, hair slightly fluttering, drowning in the breeze.