走老人的路，守老人的心：致敬老人与海中的坚毅与坚守

The description of the old man and the boy at the beginning, especially the boys respect towards the old man, made me have a newfound admiration for this old man who hadnt caught a fish in 84 days.

As the old man went out to sea later, I was sure that despite his age, he must have had many tricks and experiences to deal with the unknown challenges in the ocean.

When the big fish finally bit the hook, I too became excited and thrilled, and began to read more attentively. The previous mundane descriptions had caused my mind to wander.

From the moment the big fish first surfaced, to the final moments of the old man nearly exhausting himself to kill it and tie it to the boat, which may have been two full days or even longer, I wasnt sure. But the old mans perseverance and belief deeply touched me. I could almost see his hands, which were almost mutilated by the fishing line, and his exhausted body, but his eyes were still as determined as ever.

On the way back, I felt genuinely happy for him. The nearly two months of persistence had led to such a gain. When he reaches the shore, he will undoubtedly receive greater honor than from arm-wrestling competitions, and the respect of all the fishermen in the town. The little boy will also be proud of him, and the old mans deeds will inspire him. He is a polite and hardworking child. Compared to the fishs price, which seems insignificant, this is a victory the old man has paid for with his life, just as the original text says, no one deserves it.

When the first shark arrived, I felt uneasy. I didnt know how to deal with sharks, which seemed scarier than they appeared. Fortunately, the old man had experience. I couldnt believe he could kill a shark with his bare hands. Just as I was filled with joy, the old man said there would be more to come, and he had lost his harpoon, but not his hope, and used the knife to cut the fish.

This joy, as waves of sharks attacked and the old mans methods of resistance became more and more futile, gradually turned into despair. When the old man realized that the shark had already begun to nibble at the head of the fish, I also realized with him that the fish, which was larger than the boat, was almost completely eaten. It had been so beautiful just a short while ago.

Finally, when the old man reached the shore, dragging his exhausted body back to his house to rest and the boy found him, and saw his hands all cut up, I couldnt help but cry along with the little boy. This kind of emotion was so vivid, it could not be calmed for a long time.

I have never tried so hard to risk my life or witnessed the loss of something valuable in this way. Perhaps I cannot understand the pain in it, but I can appreciate the old mans perseverance. This kind of belief, which penetrates the heart through words, I hope that those who have read this book, like you and me, can inherit it to some degree, to support us through the dark times in our lives.