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He is an old man fishing alone on a boat in Gulfstream. He has been walking for eighty-four days and hasn't caught any fish. In the first forty days, a boy was with him. However, after 40 days, no fish was caught. The child's parents told him that the old man must be "down with blood mildew" now, that is to say, he was unlucky to the extreme, so the child obeyed their orders and got on another boat, and caught three good fish in the first week. When the child saw the old man come back every day, the boat was always empty, and he felt very sad. He always goes ashore to help the old man wind up the fishing line, or the hook and harpoon, and the sail is wrapped around the mast. The sail is patched with flour bags and folded like a flag that marks eternal failure.

The old man is thin and haggard, and there are some deep wrinkles on his neck. There are some brown spots on the cheeks, which are benign skin canceration caused by the light reflected by the sun on the tropical sea. Brown spots spread from both sides of his face, and his hands often pull big fish with ropes, leaving deep scars. But none of these scars are new. They are as old as eroded places in the desert, where there are no fish to play. Everything about him looks old, except his eyes, which are as blue as the sea and happy.

(1) refers to the Gulf Stream, which flows eastward through the straits of florida between the southern tip of Florida and Cuba and flows northeast along the east coast of North America. The temperature of this warm current is 100 degrees higher than the sea water on both sides, and the widest point is several miles. It is dark blue, very spectacular, and it is a place where fish gather. The protagonist of this book is a fisherman in a small seaport near Havana, the capital of Cuba. He often sails into Gulfstream for fishing.

"Santiago," the child said to him as they climbed ashore from where the ship was moored. I can accompany you to see the sea again. My family made a little money. "

The old man taught his children to fish, and the children loved him.

"No," said the old man. "You met a lucky boat. Stay with them. "

"But you should remember that once you didn't catch a fish for 87 days, and then for three weeks, we caught a big fish every day."

"I remember," the old man said. "I know you didn't leave me because of uncertainty."

"Dad told me to go. As a child, I have to listen to him. "

"I understand," said the old man. "This is what it should be."

"He doesn't have much confidence."

"Yes," said the old man. "But we have. Isn't it? "

"Yes," said the child. "I'll invite you to the terrace hotel for a beer, and then we'll take the fishing home together."

"Great," said the old man. "They are all fishermen."

They sat on the balcony of the hotel, and many fishermen made fun of the old man, who was not angry. Other elderly fishermen looked at him and felt uncomfortable. But they didn't show it, just talked politely about the current, how deep they sent the line under the sea, how good the weather was, and what they saw and heard. All the fishermen who succeeded in fishing that day have returned, cut open the marlin, put the whole piece on two boards, one end of each board was carried by two people, and staggered to the fish collection station, where they waited for the refrigerated truck to transport them to the market in Havana. The person who caught the sharks has sent them to the shark processing factory on the other side of the bay, hung them on the compound pulley, cut off the liver, cut off the fins, peeled off the skin and cut the fish into strips for pickling.

When the east wind blows, the shark processing factory sends a bad smell across the bay; But there are only faint traces today, because the wind turns north and gradually fades.

The hotel balcony is pleasant and sunny.

"San Diego," said the child.

"Oh," said the old man. He raised his glass and thought about many years ago.

"Shall I get you some sardines tomorrow?"

"No, go and play baseball. I can row a boat, and rogelio will cast a net for me. "

"I really want to go. Even if I can't go fishing with you, I really want to do something for you. "

"You bought me a bottle of beer," said the old man. "You are an adult."

"How old was I when you first took me aboard?"

"At the age of five, I dragged a lively fish aboard that day. It almost crashed the boat, and you almost died. Remember? "

"I remember the fish's tail banging, the seat plate on the boat being interrupted, and the sound of fishing with a stick. I remember you pushing me to the bow, where there was a roll of wet fishing line. I feel the whole boat shaking. I hear you fishing with a stick, like cutting down a tree. I still remember that I smelled of My Sweetie's blood. "

"Do you really remember, or did I just tell you?" "I clearly remember everything when we first went out to sea together."

The old man looked at him affectionately, and his eyes were often exposed to the sun, which was very firm.

"If you were my own child, I would definitely take you out," he said. "But you are the child of your father and your mother, and you are in a lucky boat."

"Shall I get some sardines? I also know where to get four baits. "

"I have myself left today. I marinated them in a box. "

"I'll get you four fresh ones."

"One," said the old man. His hope and confidence, not fade away. It's as fresh as when the breeze first rises.

"Two," said the child.

"Just two," the old man agreed. You didn't steal it, did you? "

"I am willing to steal," said the child. "But these are all bought."

"Thank you," said the old man. He is simple-minded, and he is not surprised when he has reached such a humble level. But he knew that this was the point and that it was not shameful, so it didn't hurt his real self-esteem.

"Look at the current, tomorrow will be a good day," he said.

"Where are you going?" The child asked.

"Sail far away and wait for the wind to change. I want to leave before dawn. "

"I'll try to make the owner sail," said the child. "In this way, if you really catch a big fish, we can help you."

"He wouldn't want to drive far away."

"Yes," said the child. "But I will see things that he can't see, such as a bird hovering in the air, and I will let him chase dolphins."

"Are his eyes that bad?"

"I am simply blind."

"It's strange," said the old man. "He has never caught a turtle. This thing hurts your eyes. "

"You have been catching turtles on the coast of Moschito for many years, and your eyesight is still quite good."

"I am an unusual old man."

"But do you still have the strength to deal with a real big fish?"

"I think there is. Besides, there are many tricks available. "

"Let's take our things home," said the child. "So I can catch sardines with a fishing net."

They picked up fishing gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder, and the child carried a wooden box, a hook and a harpoon with a pole. The harpoon contained densely woven brown fishing lines. Bait boxes are hidden under the stern, and sticks are used to subdue big fish when they are towed to the side of the boat. No one will steal from the old man, but it is better to take the mast and those thick fishing lines home, because dew is not good for these things. Besides, although the old man is convinced that no one will steal his things locally, he thinks it is really unnecessary to leave a hook and a harpoon on the boat.

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They walked along the road to the old man's shack and walked in through the open door. The old man leaned the mast around the sail against the wall, and the child put the wooden box and other household items beside him. The mast is almost as long as a room in this hut. The shack is made of the tough shell of a big coconut tree called "guano". There is a bed, a table and a chair in it, and there is also a place to cook with charcoal on the mud floor.

① Located in the eastern part of Nicaragua in Central America, it is a low-lying coastal zone near the Gulf of Mexico, covered with shrubs. It is the place where Moschitto Indians live, hence its name.

On the brown wall, there is a colorful picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus (1) and another picture of the Virgin of Cobray, which is made by flattening and overlapping the fibrous solid "bird droppings". This is his wife's legacy. There used to be a color photo of his wife on the wall, but he took it down because he felt too lonely after reading it. Now it's on the shelf in the corner, under one of his clean shirts.

"Is there anything to eat?"

"There is a pot of fish boiled yellow rice. Do you want something to eat? "

"No, I go home to eat. Shall I light a fire for you? "

"No, I will live in the afterlife. Maybe just eat cold rice. "

"Do you want me to take the fishing net?"

"Of course."

There are really no fishing nets, and children still remember when they sold them. However, they tell a set of such lies every day. Children know that there is no fish to cook yellow rice.

Eighty-five is a lucky number, said the old man. "Do you want to see me catch a fish weighing more than 1000 pounds without its excrement?"

"I will catch sardines with a fishing net. Can you sit in the sun at the door? "

"All right. I have a newspaper from yesterday. Let me see the baseball news. " The child doesn't know if yesterday's newspaper is also fake. But the old man took it out from under the bed.

(1) Margaret Marie Harraca, a French nun, advocated worshipping the sacred heart of Jesus Christ in the century, which was widely spread in Catholic countries.

(2) Cobray is a small town in southeastern Cuba. On the hill to the south of the town, there is Notre Dame de Kauble. Every January is a pilgrimage day.

"perico gave it to me at the grocery store," he explained.

"I'll get sardines and come back. I'm going to ice your fish with mine and share them tomorrow morning. Tell me the baseball news when I come back. "

"The Yankees won't lose."

"But I'm afraid the Cleveland Indians will win."

"Believe the Yankees, good boy. Don't forget the great DiMaggio. " ②

"I'm worried about the Detroit Tigers and the Cleveland Indians."

"Be careful, or even the Cincinnati Red Team and the Chicago White Sox will be worried."

"You read the newspaper well and tell me when I come back."

"Do you think we should buy a lottery ticket with a five-year plan at the end? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day. "

"Never mind," said the child. "But your last record was 87 days. How do you say this? "

"This kind of thing won't happen again. Do you think you can get an ending of 85 points? "

"I can order one."

"The first book. It costs two and a half dollars. Who should we borrow money from? "

"It's easy. I can always borrow two and a half dollars. "

This new york City baseball team is a strong team in American professional baseball.

(2) joe dimaggio (-)/Kloc-0 joined the Yankees in 1998, and was famous for his hitting and scoring. After bidding farewell to the baseball season, at.

"I thought maybe I could borrow it. But I don't want to borrow money. The first step is to borrow money. The next step is begging. "

"Wear warm clothes, old man," said the child. "Don't forget, we are in September."

"That was the month when big fish appeared," said the old man. "In May, everyone can be a good fisherman."

"I'm going to catch sardines now," said the child.

When the child came back, the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun had set. The child picked up an old military blanket from the bed, spread it on the back of the chair and covered the old man's shoulder. These two shoulders are strange. People are very old, but their shoulders are still strong and their necks are still strong. And when the old man is asleep and his head hangs forward, the wrinkles are not obvious. I don't know how many times his shirt has been mended to make it look like his sail. These spots are dyed in many different colors by the sun. The old man's head is very old. His face was lifeless when he closed his eyes. The newspaper lay on his knees and was not blown away by his arm in the evening breeze. He is barefoot.

The child left the old man, and when he came back, the old man was still sleeping.

"Wake up, old man," the child said, putting his hand on the old man's knee. The old man opened his eyes, and for a moment his thoughts seemed to come back from far away. Then he smiled.

"What did you bring?" He asked.

"Dinner," said the child. "Let's eat."

"I'm not very hungry."

"Come on, let's eat. You can't just fish without eating. "

"Yes," said the old man. He stood up, picked up the newspaper and folded it. Fold the blanket after him.

"Put the blanket on you," said the child. "As long as I live, you will never go fishing without eating."

"Well, I wish you a long life and take care of yourself," said the old man. "What shall we eat?"

"Black bean rice, fried bananas and some pure vegetables."

The children brought these meals from the terrace hotel in a double-decker lunch box. He has two pairs of knives, forks and spoons in his pocket, each of which is wrapped in paper towels.

"Who gave this to you?"

"Martin. That boss. "

I have to thank him.

"I have thanked him," said the child. "You don't have to thank him."

"I will give him a piece of meat from the belly of a big fish," said the old man. "Has he helped us like this more than once?"

"I think so."

"In this case, I should give him something other than fish belly meat. He really cares about us. "

"He also sent two bottles of beer."

"I like canned beer."

"I know. But this is bottled, Attoue brand beer, and I have to send the bottle back. "

"It's very thoughtful of you," said the old man. "Let's eat?"

"I have already asked you," the child said to him gently. "Before you are ready,

These are the staple foods of the Caribbean people.

I don't want to open the lunch box. "

"I'm ready," said the old man. "I just need to wash my hands and face." Where are you going to wash it? The child thought. The village faucet is at the corner of the second intersection on the road. I should have brought some water for him, the child thought, and a bar of soap and a clean towel. Why am I so careless? I should buy him another winter shirt and jacket, a pair of shoes and a blanket.

"This stew is creaking," said the old man.

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"Tell me about the baseball game," the child begged him.

"In the American League, the Yankees always have the advantage, I told you," the old man said happily.

"They lost today," the child told him.

"It's nothing. The great DiMaggio has recovered his true colors. "

"There are other good players on their team."

"You bet. But he's different. Another league (2), take Brooklyn and Ferrara Delfia as examples. I believe Brooklyn. But then again, I haven't forgotten Dick sisler and the good balls he played in that old park. "

"These good shots have never been played by others. Of all the shots I've seen, count him in.

American professional baseball is divided into major leagues and minor leagues according to the level. The American League is one of the two major leagues, and the Yankees are the best among them.

(2) refers to another big alliance, the national alliance. Each of the two major leagues chooses a winning team through competition every year, and takes turns to play in the venues of both sides in the first half of 10, which is called "World Tournament".

(3) refers to the Hebe Park in Ferrara Delfia, which is the main venue for baseball teams in this city. Dick sisler played there from 1986 to 1989.

Go farthest. "

"Do you remember he used to come to the terrace hotel? I want to go fishing with him, but I dare not talk to him. So I want you to say it, but you dare not. "

"I remember. We really miscalculated. He could have sailed with us. In this way, we can remember this life. "

"I really want to go fishing with the great DiMaggio," said the old man. "People say that his father is also a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as us and would understand our ideas. "

"The great sisler's father did not live in poverty. His father also played in the league when he was my age. " ①

"When I was your age, I became an ordinary sailor on a square sailing boat to Africa. I have also seen lions come to the beach at night. "

"I know. You told me. "

"Are we talking about Africa or baseball?"

"Let's talk about baseball," said the child. "Tell me about the great John J McGraw." He pronounced this J as "He Ta".

"In the past days, he sometimes came to the terrace hotel. But as soon as he drinks, he is rude, hurtful and embarrassed. His mind is full of baseball and horse racing. At least he always carries a horse racing list in his pocket, often

(1) refers to George Harold sisler (-), who began to participate in the major leagues in and won the title of "the most valuable player of the American League" for the first time in.

Mcgraw began to be a professional baseball player in 1980, joined the New York Giants in 1980 and served as the team manager until 1980, making the team a famous strong team. After that, he stopped the game.

J is Joseph's initials, which is pronounced "Ho Ta" in Spanish.

I often mention some horse names on the phone. "

"He is a great manager," said the child. "My father thinks he is the greatest."

"This is because he comes here the most," said the old man. "If Dorothy continues to come here every year, your father will think that he is a great manager."

"Seriously, who is the greatest manager, Luke or Mike Gonzalez?" ③

"I think they are equal."

"The best fisherman is you."

"No, I know many people who are better than me."

"Where!" The child said. "There are many good fishermen, and some of them are great. But only you are the best. "

"Thank you. What you said made me very happy. I hope there will be no big fish that I can't cope with, which shows that we are wrong. "

"There is no such fish, as long as you are as strong as you say."

"I may not be as strong as I thought," said the old man. "But I know a lot of tricks, and I am determined."

"You should go to bed, so that you will be in high spirits tomorrow morning. I'm going to put these

Leo Doloche (-) was a famous baseball star in 1930s. He became the manager of the New York Giants from 1996, making it a first-class team.

② Adolfo Luke was born in Havana on 1920. Many years ago, he played for the Boston, Cincinnati, Brooklyn and New York Giants, and later became a manager.

(3) In the late forties, he twice served as the manager of the St. Louis Red Baseball Team.

Send the things back to the terrace hotel. "

"Then I wish you good night. I will wake you up in the morning. "

"You are my alarm clock," said the child.

"Age is my alarm clock," said the old man. "Why did the old man wake up so early? Is it necessary to make the days longer? "

"I don't know," said the child. "I only know that teenagers sleep deeply and get up late."

"I'll remember that," said the old man. "I'll wake you up then."

"I don't want my master to wake me up. It seems that I am worse than him. "

"I understand."

"Go to sleep, Grandpa."

The child walked out of the house. When they were eating just now, there was no light on the table, so the old man took off his pants and went to bed in the dark. He rolled up his trousers as a pillow and stuffed the newspaper in. He wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep on other old newspapers covered with spring cushions.

He soon fell asleep, dreaming of Africa he saw as a child, with long golden beaches and dazzling white beaches, as well as towering headlands and brown mountains. Now he goes back to the seaside every night, hearing the rumble of the waves in his dreams and seeing the aborigines sailing in the waves. When he was asleep, he smelled the tar and floc on the deck and the African flavor brought by the wind blowing on the land in the morning.

Usually he wakes up as soon as he smells the wind blowing from the land, and puts on his clothes to wake up the children. However, the smell of the wind blowing from the land came early tonight. In his dream, he knew it was still early, so he went on dreaming, saw the white peaks of the islands rising from the sea, and then dreamed of the harbor and anchorage of the Canary Islands.

He no longer dreams of storms, women, big things, big fish, fights, wrestling and his wife. Now he only dreams of lions in some places and on the beach. They play like kittens in the twilight, and he loves them as children. He never dreamed of the child. He just woke up, looked at the moon outside the open door, spread out his pants and put them on. He peed outside the shack and then walked along the road to wake up the child. He was shivering with cold in the morning. But he knew that he would feel warm after shivering for a while and would go boating soon.

The door of the house where the child lives is not on the upper bunk, so he pushed open the door and quietly walked in barefoot. The child sleeps on the canvas bed outside, and the old man can see him clearly by the light of the waning moon coming in from outside. He held the child's foot gently until the child was awakened and turned to look at him. The old man nodded, and the child picked up the trousers from the chair beside the bed and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. The old man walked out of the door, and the child followed him. He is still sleepy. The old man put his arm around his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."

"Where!" The child said. "That's what men should do."

They walked along the road to the old man's hut. Along the way, some barefoot people walked in the dark with their masts on their backs.

They walked into the old man's shack, and the child picked up the fishing reel, harpoon and hook in the basket. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and wound the sail.

(1) a volcanic archipelago in the eastern North Atlantic, located in the southwest of Morocco, which was not yet independent and belonged to Spain.

"Would you like some coffee?" The child asked.

"Let's put our things on the boat and have a drink."

They drank coffee in a concentrated milk can in a snack bar, which opened early in the morning for fishermen.

"How did you sleep, old man?" The child asked. He is awake now, although it is not easy for him to get rid of the sandman completely.

"Have a good sleep, Manorine," said the old man. "I feel very confident today."

"Me too," said the child. "Now I should get some sardines for you and me and some fresh bait for you. He always takes things from the boat alone. He never asks others to help him with his things. "

"We are different," said the old man. "I asked you to help me with my things when you were only five years old."

"I remember," said the child. "I'll be right back. Another cup of coffee. We can pay the bill here. "

He left, walking barefoot in the aisle paved with coral stones, and came to the cold storage where the fish was preserved.

The old man drank his coffee slowly. This is his diet all day today, and he knows he should drink it. For a long time, eating bored him, so he never brought food. He put a bottle of water in the bow, which he needed all day.

The children came back with sardines wrapped in newspapers and two baits. They walked along the path to the boat and felt pebbles embedded in the sand under their feet. They lifted the boat and let it slide into the water.

"Good luck, old man."

"Good luck," said the old man. He put the rope on the paddle around the nail on the paddle seat and rushed forward, offsetting the resistance the paddle encountered in the water and drawing a harbor in the dark. There are other ships sailing on other beaches. The old man heard their oars fall into the water and paddle. Although the moon has fallen behind the mountain, he still can't see them clearly.