A brave man

When I was very young, I read the Old Man and the Sea. At the beginning, I was attracted by the illustrations in the book. After reading it for three times, I was deeply attracted by the heroic spirit of the old man. The hero of the novel, Santiago, is not a handsome man, but an 87-year-old man. The old man was thin and haggard, with thin and deep wrinkles, his hands covered with the scars of fishing, and only his eyes shone with an unyielding light. The old man was lonely and had no wife or children. The young fisherman made fun of him, and the old fisherman felt sorry for him and could not help him. Only a little boy in the neighborhood liked to spend time with him, but the boy's parents thought the old man was out of luck and put him in another boat, so he had to go fishing alone. He had a dream that when many young fishermen were sailing in their boats near the shore, fishing at sixteen inches, the old man would sail away alone. Although others often catch fish of different sizes, he wanted to catch a big fish that everyone else would envy. He would insist that after eighty-four days alone at sea without catching a fish, on the eighty-fifth day the old man's line, baited with a ten-pound herring, stirred, and a great marlin took the bait at a depth of a hundred inches. The fish was so big that it was three feet longer than the old man's boat. The fish pulled the old man and the boat, and it struggled so hard that the old man cut his face; It pulled the old man out of the mouth of the tiger blood; He pulled for a long time, and his left hand cramp again... For three days and nights, the old man plunged his harpoon into the blue and purple body of the fish and captured the 18-foot-long fish, which weighed more than 1,500 pounds. He never gives up. As the old man tied the big marlin to the side of the boat to go home, the smell of blood attracted the sharks. The first, who ate 40 pounds of fish, was harpooned to death by the old man. The last two ate half the big fish and were killed by the old man with a knife. A third group of sharks arrived, and the old man was tired and hungry, bruised and unarmed, and the big marlin had been eaten up as much as anyone could have at this time