【好词】：

暖流、倒霉、吩咐、海滩、吊绳、皱纹、瘦骨嶙峋

【好句】：

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。

【作品简介】：

《老人与海》是海明威于1951年在古巴写的一篇中篇小说，于1952年出版。它是海明威创作并在他还在世时出版的最后一部主要的虚构作品。作为他最著名的作品之一，它围绕一位老年古巴渔夫，与一条巨大的马林鱼在离岸很远的湾流中搏斗。虽然对它有不同的文学评价，但它在20世纪小说和海明威的作品中是值得注目的，奠定了他在世界文学中的突出地位，对于他1954年获得诺贝尔文学奖也起了重要作用。同时该书也被评为影响历史的百部经典之一 ；美国历史上里程碑式的32本书之一 ；1986年法国《读书》杂志推荐的理想藏书48小时内卖出530万本，销量排名第一。

【内容简介】：

《老人与海》写的是老渔夫圣地亚哥在海上的捕鱼经历：老人制服大马林鱼后，在返航途中又同鲨鱼进行惊险的搏斗。作品中的形象具有很强的象征意蕴，他用大马林鱼象征人生的理想和人类作为生命本身所不可避免的所具有的欲望，用鲨鱼象征无法摆脱的悲剧命运，用大海象征变化无常的人类社会，而狮子则是勇武健壮、仇视邪恶、能创造奇迹的象征，圣地亚哥则是人类中的勇士与强大势力搏斗的“硬汉子”代表，他那捕鱼的不幸遭遇象征人类总是与厄运不断抗争却无论如何都无法试图去改变命运。“一艘船越过世界的尽头，驶向未知的大海，船头上悬挂着一面虽然饱经风雨剥蚀却依旧艳丽无比的旗帜，旗帜上，舞着云龙一般的四个字闪闪发光——超越极限！”作者海明威是这样评价他的作品《老人与海》的地方。

【素材来源】：

《老人与海》这部小说是根据真人真事写的。第一次世界大战结束后，海明威移居古巴，认识了老渔民格雷戈里奥·富恩特斯。1930年，海明威乘的船在暴风雨中沉没，富恩特斯搭救了海明威。从此，海明威与富恩特斯结下了深厚的友谊，并经常一起出海捕鱼。1936年，富恩特斯出海很远捕到了一条大鱼，但由于这条鱼太大，在海上拖了很长时间，结果在归程中被鲨鱼袭击，回来时只剩下了一副骨架。海明威在《老爷》杂志上发表了一篇通讯《在蓝色的海洋上》报道这件事。当时这件事就给了海明威很深的触动，并觉察到它是很好的小说素材，但却一直也没有机会动笔写它。

【作者简介】：

欧内斯特·米勒尔·海明威（Ernest Miller Hemingway,1899年7月21日-1961年7月2日）美国小说家。海明威出生于美国伊利诺伊州芝加哥市郊区的奥克帕克，晚年在爱达荷州凯彻姆的家中自杀身亡。海明威代表作有《老人与海》、《太阳照样升起》、《永别了，武器》、《丧钟为谁而鸣》等，凭借《老人与海》获得1953年普利策奖及1954年诺贝尔文学奖。海明威被誉为美利坚民族的精神丰碑，并且是“新闻体”小说的创始人，他的笔锋一向以”文坛硬汉“著称。海明威的写作风格以简洁著称，对美国文学及20世纪文学的发展有极深远的影响。海明威一生中的感情错综复杂，先后结过四次婚，是美国“迷失的一代”（Lost Generation）作家中的代表人物，作品中对人生、世界、社会都表现出了迷茫和彷徨。海明威一向以文坛硬汉著称，他是美利坚民族的精神丰碑。海明威的作品标志着他独特创作风格的形成，在美国文学史乃至世界文学史上都占有重要地位。

2. 老人与海中的好词好句

好词： 瘦骨嶙峋 静悄然 难以置信 银光闪闪 模含糊糊 有滋有味 血肉含糊 轻手轻脚 暖流 倒运 叮嘱 海滩 吊绳 皱纹 瘦骨嶙峋 伤疤 酒杯

划船 木棒 海龟 逮住 蛮力 打捞 膝盖 笑容 搁浅

帆布 脾气 晒干 滋味 鱼叉 气急败坏

好句：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。

3. 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 come 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. “Between 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 successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two 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 net.” “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 clubbing. 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 clubbing 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 。