你虽然是小说中的人物,但这毫不影响我对你的敬佩:在《老人与海》里,你演绎了一场史诗般的搏斗。读完这本书时,我脑海里浮现出一位瘦骨嶙峋的老人,虽然皱纹爬满额头,但站在浩瀚大海中那艘摇摇欲坠的小船上,却神采奕奕。你瞧,他正拿着鱼叉同巨大的鲨鱼搏斗。看到此景,我怎能不由衷感到钦佩呢? Although you are a character in the novel, it does not affect my admiration for you: In “The Old Man and the Sea,” you perform an epic battle. At the end of reading this book, an emaciated old man emerges in my head. Although her wrinkles covered her forehead, she stood on the crumbling boat in the open sea, but she was very active. You see, he’s holding a harpoon to fight a huge shark. See this scene, how can I not sincerely feel admiration?