老人与海名句摘录 老人与海中的50句经典语句

老人与海中的50句经典语句  

老人与海中的50句经典语句

1.It is what a man must do. 这是一个男子汉所应该做的。

2.I would rather be exact. Then when luck es you are ready.
3.All my life the early sun has hurt my eyes, he thought. Yet they are still good. 生命中的旭阳刺痛了我的眼睛，他想。（据本人理解应为指早年初恋女友，那个护士的背叛）呵呵，还好这双眼睛现在还挺好。

4.My big fish must be somewhere. 一定有属于我的大鱼在什么地方等著。
5.The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple. 如今的海水是深蓝色的，深到几乎成了紫色。

6.Most people are heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs. 大多数人对待（海龟、甲鱼之类的动物吧）很冷酷无情，因为海龟的心会在它身体被剖开和屠杀时，被时光打败。（此句照应“A man can be destroyed but not defeated ” “一个人可以被毁灭但是不能被打倒！”）
7.Now is no time to think of baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for. 现在没有时间考虑棒球了，他想。此刻是只能思考一件事情的时候。那是，我生来是为了什么。
8.It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea and the old man had always considered it so and respected it. But now he said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they could annoy. 可以想象品德在海里就不必要说起了，而老人以前却总是思考着，尊敬着它。可是现在，自从没有了一个可能打搅的人，他就把那些想法高声的说出来，好多次。
9.The tuna, the fishermen called all the fish of that species tuna and only distinguished among them by their proper names when they came to sell them or to trade them for bait, were down again.
（金枪鱼，渔人在售卖它们或者交易他们用作诱饵时，……）
10.He felt no strain nor weight and he held the line lightly. Then it came again. This time it was a tentative pull, not-solid nor heavy, and he knew exactly what it was. 他感觉没有什么拉力和重量，而轻轻的抓住鱼线。之后它（指大鱼）又来了。这次它仅仅拉了一会儿，不沉也不重，而他已经清楚的知道那是什么鱼了.
11.If you said a good thing, it might not happen. 如果你说出了一件好的事情，那么那件好事可能就会不出现了。（大概可以理解为“天机不可泄露”）

12.What I will do if he decides to go down, I don’t know. What I’ll do if he sounds and dies I don’t know. But I ‘ll do something. There are plenty of things I can do. 我不知道，如果他下来或者如果他倒地一声死了，我要怎么办。但是我知道，我会做一些事情。还有很多东西我可以做。
13.Then he looked behind him and saw that no land was visible. That makes no difference, he thought. 然后他望向背后，却发现，没有一块可以看见的陆地。他想，海洋没有制造什么差异，跟之前没有什么区别。

14.The position actually was only somewhat less intolerable; but he thought of it as almost fortable. 实际上的方位只能稍微带给人少许无法忍受的感觉，但他几乎想象这是一件舒适的事情。

15.Then he thought, think of it always. Think of what you are doing. You must do nothing stupid.
Then he said aloud, “I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this.” 之后他总是想着，思考着这件事。思考你在干什么。你不能做任何愚蠢的事情。然后他大声的说：“我希望身边有个男孩，可以帮助我，还有可以看到这。”

16.What a great fish he is and what he will bring in the market if the flesh is good. He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am? 这是一个多么庞大的鱼，如果到时候还新鲜的话，他就拿到市场卖了。他像一个男子汉那样，拿着诱饵还有拉着线，无畏的搏斗着。我想知道，他是否有任何的安排，或者，他只是像我一样，绝望了。

17.He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. 他很美丽，老人回忆著，还有他以前曾经逗留过。

18.Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for. 或许我不应该成为一个渔夫，他想。但是那是我生来的源由。

19.“ Fish,” he said softly, aloud, “ I ‘ll stay with you until I am dead.” “鱼，”他柔和地说著，却很响亮 ，“我会一直陪伴你直至我死去。”

20.He could feel the steady hard pull of the line and his left hand was cramped. It drew up tight on the heavy cord and he looked at it in disgust.
“What kind of a hand is that,” he said. “Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.” 他能感觉到支架艰难的拉着，但是他的左手却被夹住了。它被沉重的绳索卷住了，老人嫌恶的看着左手。

21.There is no sense in being anything but practical though, he thought. 著没有了任何知觉……

22.I wish I could feed the fish, he thought. He is my brother. But I must kill him and keep strong to do it. Slowly and conscientiously he ate all of the wedge-shaped strips of fish. 我希望可以饲养这些鱼儿，他想着。他是我的兄弟。但是我必须杀掉他，还有保证强壮的身体来处理它。凭良心，他慢慢的吃掉了所有楔形的细长的鱼。
23.He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, the blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea. 他眺望着海面，知道他此刻是多么孤单。但是他可以看见在黑暗的深水里的棱镜和鱼线往前和那平静的波动。云朵现在贸易风，他朝前望去，看到一个飞行的野鸭在水面上的天空，模糊，然后蚀刻再次和他知道没有人是独自在海上。

24.I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one’s own body. It is humiliating before others to have a diarrhoea from ptomaine poisoning or to vomit from. But a cramp, he thought of it as a calambre, humiliates oneself especially when one is alone. 我恨抽筋，他想。这是对自己身体的背叛行为。它是在别人面前丢脸由于食物中毒而腹泻或者呕吐。但是抽筋，他认为这是一个calambre侮辱自己，尤其是当一个人是孤单的。

25.If I were him I would put in everything now and go until something broke. But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able. 如果我是他，我会竭尽所能去直到事情发生。但是，感谢上帝，他们是不是我们谁杀了他们的智能；虽然他们更高贵、更能。

26.I wonder why he jumped, the old man thought. He jumped almost as though to show me how big he was. I know now, anyway, he thought. I wish I could show him what sort of man I am. But then he would see the cramped hand. Let him think I am more man than I am and I will be so. I wish I was the fish, he thought, with everything he has against only my will and my intelligence.
我想知道为什么他跳了，老人想。他就好像让我看看他有多大。现在我知道，无论如何，他认为。我希望我也能让他看看我是什么样的人。然后他会看到这只抽筋的手。让他觉得我比我的人，我会这样。我希望我的鱼，他认为，他所做的一切对我的意志和我的智慧。
27.He was fortable but suffering, although he did not admit the suffering at all. 他是舒适而痛苦，虽然他根本不承认是痛苦。

28.He menced to say his prayers mechanically. Sometimes he would be so tired that he could not remember the prayer and then he would say them fast so that they would e automatically. 他机械地念起祈祷文。有时他会很累很累，他不记得祈祷，然后他会说他们很快，它们会自动。

29.I must save all my strength now. Christ, I did not know he was so big.
“I ‘ll kill him though,” he said. “ In all his greatness and his glory.
我眼下必须保存所有的精力。基督，我不知道他是如此之大。
“我会杀了他，”他说。“在他的伟大和荣耀。
30.Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures. 然而这是不公平的，他想。但我会告诉他，什么可以做，什么人忍受。

31.The thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it. 他证明了一千次这不意味着什么。现在他再次证明这。每一次都是一个新的时间，他从来没有想过去当他做了它。

32.Still I would rather be that beast down there in the darkness of the sea. 我还是情愿做那只待在黑暗的大海。

33.He did not truly feel good because the pain from the cord across his back had almost passed pain and gone into a dullness that he mistrusted. But I have had worse things than that, he thought. 他并不真的觉得好因为索勒在背上的疼痛几乎已经疼进入了一种使他不信任。但我有比这更糟糕的事情，他认为。

34.“The fish is my friend too,” he said aloud. “ I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.” “这鱼是我的朋友，”他大声地说。“我从来没有见过或听说过这样的鱼。但我必须杀了他。我很高兴，我们不必去捕杀星星。”

35.Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great diginity. 然后他很同情那条大鱼，没有东西吃，他决心要杀死他从未放松他为他而悲伤。它能供多少人吃，他想。但他们配吃它吗？不，当然不是。没有人吃他从他的行为和他的伟大的尊严态度值得。
I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers. 我不懂这些事，他认为。但它是好的，我们不必去弄死太阳或月亮或星星。它是足够的以海为生，杀死我们的真正的兄弟。

36. I’m clear enough in the head, he thought. Too clear. I am as clear as the stars that are my brothers. Still I must sleep. 我的头脑还足够能清醒，他想。我太清醒了，清晰到就像群星是我的兄弟。所以我仍然必须睡觉。

37. “ It is not bad,” he said. “ And pain does not matter to a man.” “那还不错，”他说，“并且，疼痛、伤痕对一个人来说不应该让其成为问题。”

38. Now I must convince him and then I must kill him. 此刻我必须使他信服，然后我定杀了他。

39. I must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad. 我一定要把握住他伤口所在之处，他想。我的伤口不是问题，我可以控制住自己，但是他的伤口会让他发怒，失去理智。

40. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. 保持你头脑的清醒，并且懂得如何像一个男子汉那样承受痛苦。

41. Then the fish came alive, with his death in him, and rose high out of the water showing all his great length and width and all his power and his beauty. 然后鱼活了过来，他的死他，高高地冲出水面，展现出其巨大的长度和宽度，和他所有的力量和他的美。
只有这么多了

老人与海的15句经典语句

“可以捉到一千磅的大鱼”
当他的大鱼被鲨鱼吃得仅剩下一副骨骼时，他自问：“可是，是什么把你打败的呢？”“什么也不是……是我走得太远啦。”老人勇敢地承认了自己的失败，却又绝对相信自我的力量。相信他纵然是失败依然勇敢无比，相信在精神上并没有败给鲨鱼，因为被消灭的是鲨鱼，而不是自己，正是基于对待失败的勇敢、毫不气馁的精神，桑提亚哥体会到：“一旦给打败，事情也就容易办了”。
“现在只要把船尽可能好好地、灵巧地开往自己的港口去。”
“上面是一面千窗百孔的帆，上面先后补上了一些面粉袋，如一面标志着被打败的旗帜，”
“这算什么，男子汉就得这样。”
“去他妈的什么运气，我要运气跟我走。”
。“海洋是仁慈的，十分美丽的，”最终给予了老人一条“比小船还长两英尺”的大马林鱼。
“什么是一个人能够办得到的”，“这一个总要去杀死那一个”，
“他扛着桅杆坐在那儿”，还有他睡觉的姿势，“两条胳膊直直地伸在外面，两只手心朝上，就这样瞅着了。”
人面对的两难结局,有人说他没打到鱼虽然是一副骨架却卖不了钱;有人说他打到鱼了虽然是一副骨架......
当然．最经典的好象还是公认的”梦见了狮子”

》老人与海》经典语句和赏析

经典语句
一个人可以被毁灭，但不能被打败
赏析
毁灭 打败指不可抗拒的客观因素（影射当时黑暗的社会）可以毁掉一个人、可以杀死一个人，因为这种客观因素不是人为可以改变的。但是作为一个人却不能向命运低头，即使生活在这种黑暗的、不公平的社会里，也要坚持自己的原则、坚持自己的信念，坚持自己的理想，在精神上决不能被命运所击倒、所打败！

老人与海 英文经典语句

A man is not born to fail.
One can be destoryed, but not defeated.
我觉得中文翻译得好,倒推回去很容易,而且有种自己水平很高的感觉!

求10句《老人与海》英文版经典语句

1、“But a man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
人不是为失败而生的。一个人可以被毁灭，但不能给打败
2、But, then, nothing is easy.
不过话得说回来，没有一桩事是容易的。
3、It is silly not to hope, he thought.
人不抱希望是很傻的。
4、Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
现在不是去想缺少什么的时候，该想一想凭现有的东西你能做什么
5、If you said a good thing, it might not happen.
如果你说出了一件好的事情，那么那件好事可能就会不出现了。

6、If I were him I would put in everything now and go until something broke. But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able.
如果我是他，我会竭尽所能去直到事情发生。但是，感谢上帝，他们是不是我们谁杀了他们的智能；虽然他们更高贵、更能。

7、I wonder why he jumped, the old man thought. He jumped almost as though to show me how big he was. I know now, anyway, he thought. I wish I could show him what sort of man I am. But then he would see the cramped hand. Let him think I am more man than I am and I will be so. I wish I was the fish, he thought, with everything he has against only my will and my intelligence.
我想知道为什么他跳了，老人想。他就好像让我看看他有多大。现在我知道，无论如何，他认为。我希望我也能让他看看我是什么样的人。然后他会看到这只抽筋的手。让他觉得我比我的人，我会这样。我希望我的鱼，他认为，他所做的一切对我的意志和我的智慧。
8、The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple. 如今的海水是深蓝色的，深到几乎成了紫色。
9、Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man.
保持你头脑的清醒，并且懂得如何像一个男子汉那样承受痛苦。
10、To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them.
生存还是毁灭，这是一个值得考虑的问题；
默然忍受命运的暴虐的毒箭，或是挺身反抗人世的无涯的苦难，
通过斗争把它们扫清，这两种行为，哪一种更高贵？
死了；睡着了；什么都完了；
要是在这一种睡眠之中，我们心头的创痛，
以及其他无数血肉之躯所不能避免的打击，都可以从此消失，
那正是我们求之不得的结局。

求海明威《老人与海》中的所有经典语句

1.每一天都是一个新的日子。走运当然是好的，不过我情愿做到分毫不差。这样，运气来的时候，你就有所准备了。
2.不过话得说回来，没有一桩事是容易的。
3.一个人并不是生来要给打败的，你尽可以的消灭他，可就是打不败他。
4.陆地上空的云块这时候像山冈般耸立着,海岸只剩下一长条绿色的线,背后是些灰青色的小山.海水此刻呈现蓝色,深的简直发紫了.
5.现在不是去想缺少什么的时候，该想一想凭现有的东西你能做什么。
6.人不抱希望是很傻的。
7.但是这些伤疤中没有一块是新的。它们象无鱼可打的沙漠中被侵蚀的地方一般古老。他身上的一切都显得古老，除了那双眼睛，它们象海水一般蓝，是愉快而不肯认输的。
8.这两个肩膀挺怪，人非常老迈了，肩膀却依然很强健，脖子也依然很壮实，而且当老人睡着了，脑袋向前耷拉着的时候，皱纹也不大明显了。
9.他的衬衫上不知打了多少次补丁，弄得象他那张帆一样，这些补丁被阳光晒得褪成了许多深浅不同的颜色。
10.不过人不是为失败而生的。
11.一个人可以被毁灭，但不能被打败。

老人与海中的一句

他每天晚上沿着那条海岸生活

老人与海中的佳句

By Ernest Hemingway
To Charlie Shribner And To Max Perkins
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man e in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
“Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.”
The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.
“No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.”
“But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.”
“I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.”
“It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.”
“I know,” the old man said. “It is quite normal.”
“He hasn’t much faith.”
[10] “No,” the old man said. “But we have. Haven’t we?”
“Yes,” the boy said. “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.”
“Why not?” the old man said. “Beeen fishermen.”
They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen. The suessful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across o planks, with o men staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Havana. Those who had caught sharks had taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting.
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.
“Santiago,” the boy said.
“Yes,” the old man said. He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago.
“Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?”
“No. Go and play baseball. I can still row and Rogelio will throw the .”
“I would like to go. If I cannot fish with you. I would like to serve in some way.”
“You bought me a beer,” the old man said. “You are already a man.”
“How old was I when you first took me in a boat?”
“Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces. Can you remember?”
“I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the bing. I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you bing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.”
[12] “Can you really remember that or did I just tell it to you?”
“I remember everything from when we first went together.”
The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
“If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said. “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.”
“May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.”
“I have mine left from today. I put them in salt in the box.”
“Let me get four fresh ones.”
“One,” the old man said. His hope and his confidence had never gone. But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises.
“Two,” the boy said.
“Two,” the old man agreed. “You didn’t steal them?”
“I would,” the boy said. “But I bought these.”
“Thank you,” the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.
“Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said.
“Where are you going?” the boy asked.
“Far out to e in when the wind shifts. I want to be out before it is light.”
“I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said. “Then if you hook something truly big we can e to your aid.”
“He does not like to work too far out.”
“No,” the boy said. “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to e out after dolphin.”
“Are his eyes that bad?”
“He is almost blind.”
“It is strange,” the old man said. “He never went turtle-ing. That is what kills the eyes.”
“But you went turtle-ing for years off the Mosquito Coast and your eyes are good.”
“I am a strange old man”
“But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?”
“I think so. And there are many tricks.”
[14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said. “So I can get the cast and go after the sardines.”
They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft. The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat.
They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal. On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.
“What do you have to eat?” the boy asked.
“A pot of yellow rice with fish. Do you want some?”
“No. I will eat at home. Do you want me to make the fire?”
“No. I will make it later on. Or I may eat the rice cold.”
“May I take the cast ?”
“Of course.”
There was no cast and the boy remembered when they had sold it. But they went through this fiction every day. There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too.
“Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said. “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?”
“I’ll get the cast and go for sardines. Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?”
[16] “Yes. I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.”
The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too. But the old man brought it out from under the bed.
“Perico gave it to me at the bodega,” he explained. “I’ll be back when I have the sardines. I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning. When I e back you can tell me about the baseball.”
“The Yankees cannot lose.”
“But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.”
“Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.”
“I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.”
“Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.”
“You study it and tell me when I e back.”
“Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.”
“We can do that,” the boy said. “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?”
[17] “It could not happen ice. Do you think you can find an eighty-five?”
“I can order one.
“One sheet. That’s o dollars and a half. Who can we borrow that from?”
“That’s easy. I can always borrow o dollars and a half.”
“I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.”
“Keep warm old man,” the boy said. “Remember we are in September.”
“The month when the great fish e,” the old man said. “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.”
“I go now for the sardines,” the boy said.
When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down. The boy took the old army blanket off the bed and spread it over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders. They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward. His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun. The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face. The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze. He was barefooted.
The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep.
“Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees.
The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was ing back from a long way away. Then he smiled.
“What have you got?” he asked.
“Supper,” said the boy. “We’re going to have supper.”
“I’m not very hungry.”
“Come on and eat. You can’t fish and not eat.”
“I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it. Then he started to fold the blanket.
“Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said. “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.”
“Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said. “What are we eating?”
“Black beans and rice, fried bananas, and some stew.”
[19] The boy had brought them in a o-decker metal container from the Terrace. The o sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set.
“Who gave this to you?”
“Martin. The owner.”
“I must thank him.”
“I thanked him already,” the boy said. “You don’t need to thank him.”
“I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said. “Has he done this for us more than once?”
“I think so.”
“I must give him something more than the belly meat then. He is very thoughtful for us.”
“He sent o beers.”
“I like the beer in cans best.”
“I know. But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.”
“That’s very kind of you,” the old man said. “Should we eat?”
“I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently. “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.”
[20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said. “I only needed time to wash.”

老人与海中的好句~~~~~~

1.每一天都是一个新的日子。走远当然是好的，不过我情愿做到分毫不差。这样，运气来的时候，你就有所准备了。(Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck es you are ready.)
2.不过话得说回来，没有一桩事是容易的。
3.不过人不是为失败而生的，一个人可以被毁灭，但不能被打败。（But man is not made for defeat, a man can be destroyed but not defeated.）
4.陆地上空的云块这时候像山冈般耸立着,海岸只剩下一长条绿色的线,背后是些灰青色的小山.海水此刻呈现蓝色,深的简直发紫了.(The clouds over the land now rose like mountains and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.)
5.现在不是去想缺少什么的时候，该想一想凭现有的东西你能做什么。(Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.)
6.人不抱希望是很傻的。
7.但是这些伤疤中没有一块是新的。它们像无鱼可打的沙漠中被侵蚀的地方一般古老。他身上的一切都显得古老，除了那双眼睛，它们象海水一般蓝，是愉快而不肯认输的。(But none of these scars were fresn. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.)
8.这两个肩膀挺怪，人非常老迈了，肩膀却依然很强健，脖子也依然很壮实，而且当老人睡着了，脑袋向前耷拉着的时候，皱纹也不大明显了。(They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward.)
9.他的衬衫上不知打了多少次补丁，弄得象他那张帆一样，这些补丁被阳光晒得褪成了许多深浅不同的颜色。(His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun.)
书摘
他是个老人，独自驾了条小船，在墨西哥湾流捕鱼。出海八十四天了，连一条鱼都没有到手。前四十天，还有个男孩跟着。可是一连四十天都没捕到鱼后，孩子的父母就说，这老头真是晦气，倒霉透顶。孩子听从吩咐，上了另一条船，第一个星期就捕到了三条好鱼。看着老人天空舟而归，孩子心里很难受。他常下岸去帮老人的忙，把成卷的钓线，或是手钩、鱼叉和缠在桅杆上的帆卸下船来。船帆用面粉袋打过补丁，卷起来时，活像是常败将军的旗帜。
老人瘦骨嶙峋，颈背上刻着深深的皱纹，脸上留着良性皮肤肿瘤引起的褐色斑块，那是阳光在热带洋面上的反射造成的。褐斑布满了他的双颊，双手因为常常拽住钓线把大鱼往上拉，镌刻着很深的伤疤。不过，没有一处伤疤是新的，每个伤疤都像无鱼的沙漠里风化了的沙土一样古老。
除了一双眼睛，他浑身上下都很苍老。那双眼睛乐观而且永不言败，色彩跟大海一样。
“圣地亚哥，”他们从泊船的地方爬上岸时，孩子对他说，“我又可以跟你去了，我们已经挣了些钱。”
老人教会了孩子捕鱼，孩子很爱他。
“不，”老人说，“你在一条幸运船上，你可要待下去呀。”
“可是你记得吧，有一回你有八十七天都没有捕到鱼，可后来，一连三个星期，我们每天都捕到了大鱼。”
“我记得，”老人说，“我知道你不是因为怀疑我不行才离开的。”
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