Text and Original Analysis of The Old Man and the Sea

The Old Man and the Sea is a classic tragic novel with far-reaching influence, and it is also a touching hymn of heroism. Next, share the text and original analysis of The Old Man and the Sea.

The old man and the old fisherman Santiago haven't caught a fish for 84 days. There was a boy with him forty days ago, but his parents said the old man was unlucky and told him to go fishing with other fishing boats. But the boy admires the old man's skills and still misses him.

On this day, the old man came back with an empty boat. The boy helped him pack his fishing gear, invited him to the seaside hotel to drink beer and sent food to his home. After supper, the old man went to bed in the dark. This is his habit. For many years, he often dreamed of Africa he saw in his childhood: long golden beaches, dazzling white seawater, towering promontories, brown mountains, white island tops rising from the sea, and the roar of the tide ... However, now he no longer dreams of waves, struggles, wrestling and that magical experience, only dreams of lions on the beach.

The next morning, the boy helped the old man take the fishing gear to the boat, and then went to the morning market for coffee. This coffee is the old man's diet all day. The boy sent him to sea and wished him good luck.

This is the eighty-fifth day since the old man didn't catch any fish. He walked farther and farther, leaving the land far behind. He sprinkled fish food before dawn. Suddenly, he saw a green pole stretched out on the water, fell into the water in a hurry, and then the hook moved. He knew that a marlin was eating sardines on the hook tip and handle at a depth of one hundred inches. He pulled the hook and felt something hard and incredibly heavy.

The big fish swam unhurriedly, while the fish, boats and people drifted slowly on the calm water. The old man put the hook on his back and held it tightly in his hand. He desperately supported himself and resisted the pull of the big fish. Four hours later, the big fish is still towing the boat to the vast sea. The old man grabbed the hook wire on his back. He thought, I can't do anything about it, and it can't do anything about me. How much he needs the boy's help at this moment. However, he felt sorry for the big fish: it was amazing and strange. "Fish, I will stay with you until I die." Late at night, the weather turned cold, and his back, arms and legs were cold. He bent down and leaned against the bow, which was more comfortable.

It just went up. He tried to tighten the hook wire, but it was too tight and was about to break. If you yank it, the hole in the hook in the fish's mouth will become bigger; If the fish jumps, the hook will fall off. At this time, the big fish suddenly swayed and dragged the old man to the bow. If he doesn't hold on, he will be dragged into the sea. Knowing that the fish must be injured, he held the hook wire still and leaned back to resist the tension of the hook wire. When the fish yanked at the old man's hand, he cut it. Now the fish swims much slower, the hook line rises slowly, the fish sauce comes out and the water rushes from its side. In the sun, it is bright and dazzling, its head and back are purple, its sickle-shaped tail appears in the water, its mouth looks like a softball bat, and it is as sharp as a slender face. The old man said, "It's two feet ahead of the captain." Now he has drifted to the sea where he can't see the land, fighting with the big fish. He felt very tired. He hopes that the big fish can sleep and dream the lion's dream by himself. He said loudly, "Fish, if you are not tired, you are really strange!" " "

"I must kill it, even though it is so big."

"I want it to know what a person can do and what a person can stand." He prayed again and again, asking God to bless him.

Another night has come. The old man took a nap while the fish was quiet. He dreamed of long yellow beaches and lions. Suddenly, the hook wire quickly slipped from his right hand, and he woke up suddenly, grabbed the hook wire and tightened it tightly. I saw the fish suddenly jump up, set off a huge wave, and then suddenly fell. Then it jumped up and down again and again. The old man drew blood from his right hand. He dipped his hand in the water and said, "Not bad. Pain is nothing to a man. " On the third day, the fish began to spin. The old man strained the hook desperately, and every time the fish turned a corner, he pulled it back to a section. Two hours later, the old man was sweating and his bones were tired. He felt black spots shaking in front of his eyes, and sweat stained the wounds on his eyes and face. He kept tightening the hook and suddenly he felt dizzy. He scooped up some seawater with his left hand and sprinkled it on his head. The old man tried to tighten the hook and saw the fish's tail above the water. The fish swam to the front, leisurely and elegant. The old man pulled hard to pull it closer. The fish swam to the side of the boat, and its mouth almost touched the board. He held back all the pain, held the harpoon high and plunged all his strength into the fish's waist. The fish jumped up and showed its length, width, strength and beauty. It seems to be hanging in the air, hanging over the old man's head. Then it fell into the water with a bang, and the waves splashed all over the old man and a boat. After a while, the fish lay on its back, its silver belly turned over to the water, and finally died.

The old man put up the mast, hung up the sail and began to row back! He estimated that the fish was over 1500 pounds. If it's two-thirds of the online income, how much can you earn by selling it at 30 cents a catty? But the blood of dead fish attracts sharks. This is a huge shark. It swims fast along the ship's route. The old man saw the shark coming and prepared the harpoon. The shark quickly approached the stern, opened its mouth and bit the fish's tail, biting off about forty pounds. The old man stabbed the harpoon into the shark's head, and the shark rolled in the sea, died and took the harpoon with him. The old man couldn't bear to see the dead fish beside the boat because it was badly bitten. He said: "People are not born to be defeated. You can destroy him as much as possible, but you can't beat him. " He thought, "Killing fish by yourself is not just to support yourself, but for glory, because you are a fisherman. In the final analysis, this will always kill that. On the one hand, the fish feeds me, on the other hand, it will kill me. " At this time, two more sharks attacked him and the dead fish. He picked up an oar with a knife tied to it and stabbed the shark in the head. When a shark dies, it still swallows the fish it has bitten. Another shark ravaged the dead fish at the bottom of the boat. The old man managed to expose the shark and stabbed it with a knife. Once, twice, and finally stabbed the shark to death. Now dead fish is the target of all sharks. Every time a shark attacks, it will tear off a lot of meat from the dead fish. He thought, "They can beat me badly this time, but as long as I have paddles, sticks and tillers, I will definitely beat them to death." The shark came again and again, and the old man hit it with a stick. At night, sharks swarmed again, and the old man saw only the phosphorescence on them, so he cut it down with a stick. When the stick was lost, he tore off the tiller, hugged it with his hands and cut it down again and again, but the shark bag still bit off pieces of dead fish from under the stick and tiller.

When the ship sailed into the fishing port, it was already midnight and the old man was exhausted. He went ashore, touched into the hut and fell asleep in bed. The next day, many fishermen gathered around the boat and looked at the bones of the dead fish. A man measured it with a rope and said, "It is 18 feet long from nose to tail."

When the boy came to the hut, he saw the old man's scarred hands and began to cry. Then he brought hot coffee to the old man and said that he would go fishing with him.

A thick, long and white spine was thrown in the garbage, just waiting for the tide to wash it away. In the hut, the old man fell asleep again, and the boy sat by and looked at him. The old man dreamed of lions.

On the way home, in the face of repeated attacks by sharks, Santiago, the hero, fought until he was unarmed. Although he lost the big fish he worked so hard to catch, he was a hero and a winner. This novel shows a struggling outlook on life. Even in the face of unconquerable nature, people can still win spiritually. Maybe the result is failure, but in the process of struggle, we can see how a person can become an indomitable spirit. Just like this old fisherman, although he is old, he is unlucky and fails; But he still keeps working hard, and he can win by failure.