Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea

Read a sentence on the cover of a book from Kafka: To read, you must read the kind of book that can take a storm over your mind. I look left and right, this sentence is not good for me to restore, unfortunately, the original appearance of this sentence was forgotten by me, but it probably means right. When I read this sentence, it was not a thunderbolt on a sunny day, at least it made my heart tremble a little, I was also a person who read books a lot, and there were only a few books that could shock me, like brainstorming.

Obviously, as a small ordinary reader, I can't fight Kafka, but I have to defend for the little ordinary reader that reading is a subtle process, I never believe that whoever reads a book can change the original self, the original mind can be stormed, which can only show that before reading a book, the reader himself has a motive, and then is instigated by the author, or that the author's book just caters to the reader's own heart. I don't say that Kafka is wrong, how can it be, like the judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature jury, how can they be on the same level as the general public when they read literary works. I just recommend that every reader who is reading and preparing to try to read has a normal heart, and never have the kind of person who reads a book and wants to learn the true meaning of the world, let alone stand on Kafka's standards, hoping to bring a brainstorm to himself by reading a book. Books are the ladder of human progress, and of course the ladder of personal progress, and this ladder still needs to be carried out step by step.

Originally, this passage, I should put at the end of the article, somehow, did not resist to say it first, the theme of the article I want to write today, in fact, is a sense of reading after reading, and this feeling after reading has been written by many, many big coffee, and even I said this literary work, really cleaned up the minds of many people, these people, including Haruki Murakami, García Márquez, Wang Xiaobo, etc., the foreshadowing I said earlier, is completely my own heart weakness, so many big coffee comments, even if I also want to sing praises, I was also afraid that my voice was too obscure. "The Old Man and the Sea", which we are all too familiar with, comes from a short story by Mr. Hemingway.

At the moment, I wanted to cry, my nose sour, tears swirling in the circles of my eyes, well, I confess, the tears that I had to hold back in the morning while reading in a public environment had slipped down my cheeks. I know that I am not speaking, I don't need to say sorry to the audience, I want three or five seconds to choke myself up, calm my mood and continue, but I am still very sorry, because I not only can't say it, even write, I can't write where my inexplicable sadness came from, when I read that the old man returned to the shore, when the child cried and said to the crowd: "Santiago is asleep, none of you should disturb him", my heart, like the old man dragging the fishing line of the big fish in his hand, Tightly embedded in the flesh, it hurts, it really hurts.

The book "The Old Man and the Sea" was bought at the "Learning and Examination" bookstore at the entrance of the school when I was in high school, the seal was there, of course, I read it at the time, just like the theory I just had, an ordinary high school student who struggled to learn and take the exam, how can I understand the full value of this book, maybe I was still very puzzled at the time, why the old man did not give up the fish, why did he fight with a fish to the death, it has not been harvested for eighty-four days, the big deal is an ordinary day, in the end, the big fish that won back desperately, but the sharks were cheap Is it worth it to get only a giant pair of worthless fish bones in the end? This book won the Nobel Prize in Literature, why? The only fortunate thing is that even if I couldn't understand it at the time, I was not ignorant and fearless, but decided that it was definitely my own level problem, from this book that accompanied me for fifteen years, I can prove that I believe that I will one day re-read, like carrying a codebook that cannot be opened, I am convinced that there is treasure there, I am right, today I reread, I want to cry, I am distressed, I sit here to write, sit here thinking, my touched heart, is getting enlightened: "Tomorrow is another day, the old man said to himself, Why do you do all this? Because I'm a fisherman, that big fish, a big fish. ”

Oh, my Sandy Brother, you are my hero!

Wang Xiaobo said in "Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea": "What is failure, people do one thing, and they do not achieve the expected purpose, that is, failure." Failure, after all, is not a thing worth showing off, but counting all the losers, at least have the courage to let themselves fail. And those who are far within the limits of their abilities are certainly not eligible for the opportunity to fail. If we understand it in this way, it is not a great honor to fail. The old man went far out to sea, beyond his own limits, and he kept repeating it, but he never showed a look of regret, and if he didn't come far, he wouldn't catch such a huge fish, and carrying such a big fish back was bound to be besieged by sharks. Failure, under the premise of going to sea far away, has been doomed, the old man's limits have been broken again and again in the process of the old man trying to succeed, he can not eat or drink, can fight day and night, can heal the wound through the sea, can fight with the sharks attacking the group, one by one, the old man has broken through, he calculates the remaining value after the fish is torn by the shark, because the old man always believes that tomorrow will be a new day. The fisherman should deal with the fish on the sea, no one is right or wrong, even if he is dragged down and swallowed by the fish, this is his fate. He was a warrior, a warrior of indomitable conviction. Hemingway succeeded.

The old man was asleep, he was covered in scales, and when he woke up, he did not tell the child about the thrilling four days and four nights, but only lightly planned the whereabouts of the fish bones, and he did not feel that he had lost much, and did not sigh for the fish flesh that had been torn off by the shark. This is the place that moves me the most, failure is ordinary, human, flesh and mortal, but desire always overrides ability, for what does not belong to me, or has been lost, always obsessed, not only futile, but also a kind of self-destruction.

In the face of the limit, we must dare to challenge, in the face of failure, we must face it calmly. This sentence is so simple to say, it is really difficult to do. I remembered the many difficult moments I had experienced, and everyone, the moment they clenched their teeth and persevered, was the epitome of old Man Sandiego. If life imposes too many difficulties on you and makes you fail again and again, don't mind, the face of life is so cruel. The big fish in front of you, dragging you, in the end, it may be a pair of white bones, but chasing this big fish, fighting with the big fish for life and death, is our instinct and fate, when this inevitable battle comes, each of us, like the old man, should take out the perseverance and tenacity beyond the limit to game.

As I get older, as I accumulate reading, by reading the same book fifteen years ago and fifteen years later, I believe that in another fifteen years, I will re-read this book, or any book I have ever read, with different feelings, closer to reality each time than ever. I think of a simple game, called Snake, used to play on Nokia's mobile phone, now seems to have an evolved version, no matter how clever the player is, Snake will eventually die because of too much gluttony, isn't that also true? No matter how many survival skills we have, the final outcome is the same, but none of us will give up picking up one hope after another, as to how to pick up, how to pick up more meaningful, the old man Santiago, gave us an example.