老人与海英文读后感
An old man sailed on sea for ages, only to bring back a large colossal marlin skeleton，a worn-out boat, and his exhausted body. In Ernest Hemingway’s novel , there is only simple plot, and characters pure as water drops. However, no battle can be more glorious , and no story can be more appealing than it. I firmly refer it to story of hero.
“A man can be destroyed, but he can never be defeated.” The strong notes came out not from the old man’s mouth, but from the bottom of his heart.
Though he doesn’t accomplish his initial goal, he is not a failure. On the contrary, he is remembered as, hero.
Yes, no one can doubt that when he defended for the skeleton of marlin in the billows; When he raised up his powerful arms, grabbing the harpoon when attacked by a troop of sharps; When his profound, sea-like eyes shines the fearless perseverance.
Though I don’t believe in fate, I believe that everything in the world has its limits. When encountering his limits, the old man doesn’t break down. He continues to sail, to fight, to push his boundaries, to challenge with fate and limits.
I realized that our own lives are just like a vast ocean, splendid and miraculous, but dangerous with reefs as well. The waves can push you to an unbelievable climax, but in a blink of eye, it can also take away all your happiness without empathy.
So, when it comes to failure, most of us get cold feet conspicuously. As a matter of fact, those who fight with limits are born to be nearer to so-called “failure”. For example, those who have devoted themselves to exploring the mystery of nature invariably end up in vain. Those who are dedicated to reform the society is more likely to be the first sacrifice. Only those comfortably staying in their own limits are constantly succeeding. However, this kind of “success” only dues to his rival has surrendered long before, or he himself has never engaged in the battle. No applause for this kind of “winning by default”.
After reading this book, I understand that during the course of life, failures only belong to the one that compromise to limits. As long as you haven’t lose heart, you still have faith, you still preserve in fighting against limits till the day your weapon is broken like the old man’s, little by little, inch by inch, you will push the boundaries of hinders forward, and one inch is sure to be a beautiful leap. And that is not how you grow up, but how you stand up on your own. And virtually, that is the way human beings evolve.
Chances are that life gives you little in rewards of your endeavors, and God may leave you with nothing but an empty marlin skeleton. But we ought to set the old man as our model; cling to his is attitude towards life through the changing era. Let’s dance on the wave of life, savor resolute in the gust of wind, and appreciate passion through the waves. For this is what life all about.
Remember, you have become a hero when you fight till the last moment!