老人与海电影英文版台词

⑴ 老人与海简介英文版 老人与海简介

1、The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingways most enring works.Told in language of great simplicity and power,it is the story of an old Cuban fisherman,down on his luck,and his supreme ordeal——a relentless,agonizing battle with a giant marlin far out in the Gulf Stream.Here Hemingway recasts,in strikingly contemporary style,the classic thene of courage in the face of defeat,of personal triumph won from los.Written in 1952,this hugely successfully novella confirmed his power and presence in the literary world and played a huge part in his winning the 1954 Nobel Prize for Literature.

2、中文：老人和海是海明威最不朽的作品之一。这是一位古巴老渔夫的故事，讲述的是一位古巴老渔夫的故事，他的运气很好，而他的最高苦难经历了一场残酷无情的战斗，与远在墨西哥湾的一个巨大的马林鱼展开了一场残酷无情的战斗。在这里，海明威以惊人的现代风格，在面对失败时的勇气，从洛斯那里赢得了个人胜利。1952年，这部非常成功的小说在文学世界中获得了巨大的成功，并在他1954年获得诺贝尔文学奖的过程中发挥了重要作用。

⑵ 请提供假如给我三天光明，麦田里的守望者，老人与海的原版英文经典语句

最喜欢这一段

Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
by Hellen Keller

以下是全文

假如给我三天光明(海伦·凯勒 Helen Keller)

All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?

Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.

In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.

Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.

The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in alt life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.

I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time ring his early alt life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.

Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been increlous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.

At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.

If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.

Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?

I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.

If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.

The First Day

On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my ecation. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.

I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.

Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.

How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?

For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.

The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.

Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!

The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the indivial's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.

And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for ring the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.

In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.

When sk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.

In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.

The Second Day

The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.

This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.

I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.

My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.

My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.

So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!

Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one must ecated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night, unexplored and unilluminated.

It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?

I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.

One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in my mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.

⑶ 《老人与海》英文名句

The Old man and the Sea

内容简介
The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingway's most enring works.Told in language of great simplicity and power,it is the story of an old Cuban fisherman,down on his luck,and his supreme ordeal——a relentless,agonizing battle with a giant marlin far out in the Gulf Stream.Here Hemingway recasts,in strikingly contemporary style,the classic thene of courage in the face of defeat,of personal triumph won from los.Written in 1952,this hugely successfully novella confirmed his power and presence in the literary world and played a huge part in his winning the 1954 Nobel Prize for Literature.

⑷ 一个人并不是生来要给打败的,你尽可把他消灭掉,可就是打不败他.《老人与海》 英语原文

翻译如下

一个人并不是生来要给打败的,你尽可把他消灭掉,可就是打不败他.

But a man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

海明威的作品行文特点就是特别的简洁！

⑸ 求 英文原版电影《老人与海》中的语段

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.

⑹ 《老人与海》的英文版节选,最好是一些经典语段.

The Old Man and the Sea,a novella by American writer Ernest Hemingway,was written in Cuba in 1951 and published in 1952.It recounts an epic battle between an old fisherman and a giant merlin.Hemingway received the Pulitzer Prize for the book in 1953 and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954.He was born on July 21,1899,and died on July 2,1961.Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.The Old Man and the SeaDescribes Cuban fisherman Santiago,the "old man" in the title.Anyone can be a fisherman in May.The Old Man and the SeaHe no longer dreamed of storms,nor of women ,nor of great occurrences,nor of great fish,nor fights,nor contests of strength,nor of his wife.He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beaChapter They played like young cats in the sk and he loved them as he loved the boy.The Old Man and the SeaWhy did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?She is kind and very beautiful.But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly,dipping and hunting,with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.The Old Man and the SeaBut the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favors,and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them.The moon affects her as it does a woman,he thought.The Old Man and the SeaNow is the time to think of only one thing.That which I was born for.The Old Man and the SeaI wish I had the boy.The Old Man and the SeaSantiago longs for the companionship of the boy Manolin,his loyal friend.He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is,he thought.Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely...He cannot know that it is only one man against him,nor that it is an old man.But what a great fish he is and what will he bring in the market if the flesh is good.The Old Man and the SeaMy choice was to go there and find him beyond all people.Beyond all people in the world.Now we are joined together and have been since noon.And no one to help either of us.The Old Man and the SeaFish,I love you and respect you very much.But I will kill you dead before this day ends.The Old Man and the SeaThe clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild cks etching themselves against the sky over the water,then blurring,then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.The Old Man and the SeaIf 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.The Old Man and the SeaBut I must have the confidence and I must be worthy of the great DiMaggio who does all things perfectly even with the pain of the bone spur in his heel.The Old Man and the Sea"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'm glad we do not have to kill the stars.The Old Man and the SeaIt 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.The Old Man and the SeaA man is never lost at sea.The Old Man and the SeaFish,you are going to have to die anyway.Do you have to kill me too?The Old Man and the SeaYou are killing me,fish,the old man thought.But you have a right to.Never have I seen a greater,or more beautiful,or a calmer or more noble thing than you,brother.Come on and kill me.I do not care who kills who.The Old Man and the SeaThen 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.He seemed to hang in the air above the old man in the skiff.Then he fell into the water with a crash that sent spray over the old man and over all the skiff.The Old Man and the SeaThe killing of the marlin,marking the climax of the novella.I think the great DiMaggio would be proud of me today.The Old Man and the SeaBut a man is not made for defeat.A man can be destroyed but not defeated.The Old Man and the SeaYou did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food,he thought.You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman.You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after.If you love him,it is not a sin to kill him.Or is it more?The Old Man and the SeaThey beat me,Manolin," he said."They truly beat me.""He didn't beat you.Not the fish.""No.Truly.It was afterwards."The Old Man and the SeaSantiago,beaten by sharks but not the marlin,completes the novella undefeated and in possession of his dignity.To hell with luck.I'll bring the luck with me.The Old Man and the Sea

⑺ 老人与海名句英文

原文
“But a man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

出处：
海明威：《老人与海》中。

理解：
《老人与海》的内容很简单，海明威选用了简单的词汇，简单的句型结构和简单的句间逻辑关系，显示出一种朴素的尊严。“一个人可以被消灭，可你就是打不败他”。初读起来十分简单明了，但是细究下去，会发现简单的故事具有难以穷尽的内涵，具有极其独特的表现手法。

自然法则是人类力量不可抗拒的，人类可以利用自然、改造自然，但人类不能征服自然。

这句话的意思是“一个人，生来不是为失败而生，尽管他有可能被别人打倒，但仅仅是肉体上的，而精神是永存的。有了顽强的信念作为支撑,即使前面有再大的阻碍,即使没有命运的垂青,他依旧是胜利的。”

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⑻ 求《老人与海》英文原句

1:One people is really not that essential points born with is defeated,You can wipe out away him at the furthest end of,May be cannot to defeat him

2:Be that a new day , luck are easy to had better certainly every day, I would rather make best preparation but , think that I am already prepared for a short time coming luck, welcoming it then.

3:Would rather fail on your delighted thing than be more successful than on thing hated by you

⑼ 老人与海经典语录英文

《老人与海》是美国一部非常出名的励志小说，讲述了老人与海之间抗衡的故事。下面是我收集整理的经典语录中英双语，欢迎大家阅读参考!

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 comes 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. 一定有属於我的大鱼在什麽地方等著。

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，我生来是为了什麽。

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著，尊敬著它。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 t, 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. 他感觉没有什麽拉力和重量，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麽鱼了.

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，海洋没有制造什麽差异，跟之前没有什麽区别。

14.The position actually was only somewhat less intolerable; but he thought of it as almost comfortable. 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.” 之后他总是想著，思考著这件事。思考你在干什麽。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 t 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，拿著诱饵还有拉著线，无畏的搏斗著。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著，但是他的左手却被夹住了。它被沉重的绳索卷住了，老人嫌恶的看著左手。

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，他想著。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 unlation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild cks etching themselves against the sky over the water, the blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

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.

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.

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.

27.He was comfortable but suffering, although he did not admit the suffering at all.

28.He commenced 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 come automatically.

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.

30.Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man enres.

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.

32.Still I would rather be that beast down there in the darkness of the sea.

33.He did not truly feel good because the pain from the cord across his back had almost passed pain and gone into a llness that he mistrusted. But I have had worse things than that, he thought.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

42.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。(Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.)

43.不过话得说回来，没有一桩事是容易的。

44.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.）

45.陆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.)

46.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.)

47.人不抱希望是很傻的。

48.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.)

49.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.)

50.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.)

⑽ 英文版《老人与海》中的经典英语句子,不要长,要有翻译和知识点,越多越好

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.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.
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,它们像海水一般蓝,是愉快而不肯认输的.
6.As the sun rose he saw other boats in toward shore,which was only a low green line on the sea.
阳升起时,他看到别的一些船只都头朝着海岸,在海上看来海岸象是一条接近地平线的绿带子.
这几句还不算太长,
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