小袁第二學期的課程里頭的最愛就是寫作課啦！為什么呢，因為在當別人為提升寫作成績而抓耳撓腮的時候，小袁卻輕輕松松地得了好幾個滿分作文😂。其實這一點也不是炫耀，只是呢，我在寫作中收獲了許許多多樂趣。寫作中的快樂讓我在“創(chuàng)作”的時候靈感涌現(xiàn)。當然啦，所謂的“滿分作文”也說明了老師的要求并不太嚴格，她主要看你享受了寫作的過程沒有。

不過好笑的是，在第二學期，我的英語成績相比于寫作成績來說差了很多，而我身邊的同學們大多都是寫作成績差英語差很多，于是小袁便經(jīng)常自嘲：“英語差到爆，但是寫作屌炸天😂”

今天給大家分享的呢，就是寫作的期末作業(yè)，(相當于是中國的期末大考了。此次期末作業(yè)叫做“模仿寫作”。顧名思義，就是學生們自己去尋找喜歡的作家(盡可能是說英語的)，然后模仿他/她的寫作風格，寫一篇文章(可以是一篇短篇小說，也可以是一個戲劇)。我選擇寫了一篇短篇小說，名字叫《雄師》，改編于《老人與海》。希望大家以一個看待十六歲高中生作品的態(tài)度來評價，希望大家能夠喜歡。中文版可能還差一點味道，因為英語才是我寫作時的語言，中文是我后來翻譯的。

下面就是中文版咯：

雄師

酒保在收拾桌子上殘落的酒瓶子。他借著油燈的暗光往廳堂中央望去。大力士半睡半醒地把頭擱在右肩上。他的扳手腕兒的對手圣地亞哥，睜著獅子一般兇猛的眼睛，盯著大力士的手腕。“人是不會被打敗的，他只能被摧毀。可是我要被摧毀了嗎？即便這樣，我也是不會認輸?shù)摹！笔サ貋喐缬珠_始了平日里的胡思亂想。“可不能想太久，我得專注于比賽。”

大力士的肌肉塊兒漸漸松弛下來。圣地亞哥于是猛地往左側桌子一按。他贏了。24小時，從星期天早上到星期一早上。圣地亞哥已經(jīng)很久沒喝水了。他噎澀的嗓子微微的卻賣力的顫動，“我贏了”卻被酒保的一聲富有能量的高呼“開業(yè)了”給蓋住了。

“你知道嗎，那場比賽可圍滿了人看呢……可是現(xiàn)在，這場比賽只有你和我，沒有觀眾，沒有歡呼。沒什么人太在乎誰贏了……可是我，圣地亞哥，這一次一樣是不可能被擊敗的。可能……當這個大力士在最后關頭用盡了他的力氣，便能贏。不過哈哈哈哈哈，就算這樣，輸?shù)闹皇俏业娜怏w。我那……咳咳……脆弱的肉體。獅子沒了爪子還是獅子。就算把我的肉體摧毀了，我的心還是一顆獅子心。”

老人夜里最后一次望向了那條馬林魚沉睡的地方。用盡了最后一點說話的意愿。

第二天清晨，一陣帶有魚腥味的風吹過老頭的衣角。他正準備松開攥著馬林魚魚線的左手去揉揉惺忪的睡眼。由于半夜攥的太緊，松開過后，左手手掌心被勒出了一條不規(guī)則的血痕。突然，釣住馬林魚的繩子像一條被驚動的棕蛇嗖嗖地往前面的深海底竄。老人這才反應過來—馬林魚醒過來了，它又一次開始了行動。

船尾的桅桿上拴緊馬林魚魚繩的繩頭在吹來的寒風中快速抽動，就像一個戳破了氣的氣球在垂死掙扎。老人的漁船飛快的向前移動。逆著浪流，船上的魚叉激烈的顫動。敲擊甲板的聲音混著海水的咆哮使圣地亞哥堅定了自己的信念。他發(fā)出了一聲怒吼“啊！我要戰(zhàn)勝你。我要拿我的魚叉刺破你的頭顱。我要讓你滴血。我要……”

轟隆隆，黑壓壓的天空向老人壓來。電閃雷鳴中，那刺眼的閃光不斷的擊打在老人蒼老的手背上。他雙腳蹬著船頭，雙手合力攥著那繃直的魚線。圣地亞哥每一條肌肉都蜷鼓成一團。他松弛的皮膚上的老年斑由于長時間的用力而繃成一大塊；再費一絲一毫的力就能裂開，袒露出滾燙的血與肉。一陣海嘯襲來，馬林魚跳出水面，在空中，它的尾巴揚起了海水。閃電的煞白的光照在它的眼上。老人看到了它求生的渴望。

在圣地亞哥的恍惚間，那魚猛地從空中扎入海底。浪花濺在老人的臉上，就像被力量強勁對手啐了一口唾沫一樣。馬林魚拽著魚線沉入了深海，與此同時一個巨浪把老人和小船翻了起來。老人栽到水里。他的頭在接觸水面的一剎那，被掀翻的小船底部重重的擊暈了。

在一陣眩暈中，圣地亞哥眼前出現(xiàn)了一只獅子。獅子一步一步向他走來。很快便消失在一片沉寂中。老人奮力地反抗，用盡渾身力氣抓撓面前那片黑幕。沉在水底，老人開始咆哮。上下?lián)潋v的手終于觸碰到了什么。不過他什么也看不見。只能根據(jù)他敏銳的觸感來進行判斷。這是被浪擊落在水下的魚叉。那眼前的黑幕終于被撕開了一道裂縫。透過那裂痕，老人看到馬林魚興奮的迎接自由的懷抱。他憤怒地把魚叉向馬林魚擲了過去。老人徹底沒有力氣了。他的四肢像一顆海草，幽幽地沉入海底。馬林魚咂巴魚嘴，向老人看去。海底強者的目光輕蔑的看了看它的失敗者。轉(zhuǎn)身，便離開了。

圣地亞哥最后一次看見了那頭驕傲的雄師。它以一種傲立群雄的姿態(tài)踩在云端，像是在尋找著什么。獅子在一灘湖水旁停了下來，望著清澈的湖水中威風的倒影。老人的微笑永遠的凝固在了他的臉上，贈予那黑暗的海底。

又是一陣雷，男孩從夢中醒了過來。他擦擦頭上的汗珠。眼睛朝著最深的海洋癡癡地望去。他在夢中看見在迷霧中，出現(xiàn)了一只獅子，嘴里含著一只小魚。它發(fā)出一聲低吼，小魚的血順著獅子的嘴角流了下來。男孩記得，那是一條馬林魚，可是他從來沒見過這么小的馬林。

下面就是小袁童鞋寫的原汁原味的英文版咯：

The Lion

The bartender was packing up the bottles left on the table by the drunks from last night. He looked towards the center of the hall with the dim light glowing from the oil lamp. Sitting beside the center table, the half-asleep Hercules was resting his head against his right shoulder.

Santiago was staring with eyes of a lion at the strong foe’s bicep. The old man began his random fantasy, “Man is not made for defeat. He can only be destroyed but not defeated. But, am I going to be destroyed? Even so, I must not surrender to defeat.” He finished his thought, “I can’t think like that; I have to concentrate on the competition.”

The block of muscles from the opponent relaxed. Santiago slammed Colossus’ arm to the table. He won! For twenty-four hours, from Sunday morning to Monday morning, Santiago had hallucinations of water due to thirst. His dried out vocal chords screeched, "I won" only to be covered by the bartender's shouting "Open for business!"

"You know what big fish, every sailor at that port came to watch my match... But now, this game is only between you and me, no audience, no cheers. Nobody will ever see this victory. But I, Santiago, will not be defeated here either. Perhaps...if Hercules had as big of a heart as mine, he could have won. But even so, the only thing that I would have lost was my body, my fragile flesh...cough cough…A lion doesn’t have to have claws to be a lion. Even if my body is destroyed, you will never defeat my lion soul." The old man looked at the place where the marlin was sleeping for one last time. He used his last bit of willingness to speak.

The next morning, a wind with a fishy smell blew up through the back of the old man's collar. His whole body was hurt from holding the fishing line. As he awoke, Santiago prepared to loosen his left hand to rub his sleepy eyes. Because he clenched too tight throughout the night, after the release, the palm of the left hand was pulled out with an irregular blood mark. His left hand had a ? inch groove scraped into it from the fishing line. The blood had dried and hardened into a dark purple line of its own but would rip open again after the slightest jerk from the marlin. Suddenly, the rope that hooked the marlin curved like a reddish-brown snake jabbing down into the deep ocean. Th old man now realized that the marlin had awoken and started dragging the boat across the ocean’s surface again.

On the stern's mast, the knots of the line were quickly twitching in the cold wind as the sails whistled from a punctured hole. The old man’s fishing boat moved forward quickly. Against the waves, the harpoon trembled on the ship, begging to be of use. The sound of harpoon hitting the deck mixed with the roar of the sea confirmed Santiago’s faithful heart. He roared, "Ah! I will defeat you. I will pierce you through your head with my spear. I want you to bleed. I want..."

Rumble. The black sky casted a blanket on the old man’s back. Within the milliseconds of lightning and thunder, the glare of the flash shined on the back of the old man's fishing pole. Santiago pushed his feet against the bow and held his hands together to hold on to the line. Every muscle in his body was cramped and swollen into a ball. The cancerous moles on his hands were almost torn in half along with the stretched flesh due to the torque against the marlin; another tug from the fish, finally splits the moles from the skin, revealing hot blood and open flesh. A micro-tsunami struck the boat when the marlin jumped out of the water. In the air, its tail splattered the water. The pale light from the midnight lightning was reflecting on the marlin’s eyes, the old man could see its desire to survive.

Santiago was distracted for one second by the monster’s stare. The marlin slammed into the sea. Its splash flew onto the old man's face like the spit from a rude opponent. The marlin sank into the deep sea with the broken fishing line while a huge wave turned the old man and the boat upside down. The old man plunged into the water. His head was knocked unconscious by the bottom of the overturned boat the moment they both hit the water.

In a dizzy dream, a lion emerged in front of Santiago. The lion came to him step by step but soon disappeared in the silence of the deep sea. The old man struggled to resist and used all his strength to scratch the black curtain in front of him. Sinking under the water, the old man began to growl. His hands moved up and down and had finally grabbed something. But he could not see anything. It could only be identified based on his keen sense of touch. It was the harpoon drown beneath the waves. The black curtain in front of him finally torn open with a crack, through which, the old man saw the marlin’s excitement to embrace freedom. Santiago indignantly threw the harpoon towards the marlin which exerted all of his strength. His limbs were like seaweed, floating quietly into the bottom of the ocean. The marlin licked its punctured mouth and stared once again at the old man. The Colossus watched its loser contemptuously. It turned around and left.

In the last few seconds of his life, Santiago saw the noble lion again. It stepped on a cloud in a proud manner, as if hunting for something. The lion stopped at the shore of a lake and looked down at his reflection, a mighty figure appeared in the water. The old man’s smile was forever solidified on his face,giving it tothe dark sea.

Another thunder, the boy woke up from his dream. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked towards the deep ocean beyond his balcony. In his dream, he saw a lion with a small fish in its mouth. The lion growled, and the blood from the small fish flowed down the corner of the lion's mouth. The boy knew that the fish was a marlin, but he had never seen such a small marlin…

下面是有關海明威寫作風格講解的字幕：

The primary reason for me to select Ernest Hemingway as the author to imitate was because I was extremely attracted to his unique way of expressing a scene: concise and informative. He tried to use simple and accurate words/phrases to convey a direct and informational idea. When writing without fancy adjectives, adverbs, or other modifiers, it is extremely hard for an author to prevent his/her writing from getting boring. Hemingway’s writing style is like a journalist/reporter who states the most direct facts, but his writing is still extremely intriguing because of his attention to dramatizing the significance/central idea that he wanted to convey and characters’ mental thoughts. In my opinion, Hemingway is like a “constructor” who gives space for the readers to think about what is behind the facts by simply telling the facts to the readers. Most of the other writer are like “manipulators” who intentionally provide certain facts with certain emotions and interpretations, leaving less space for readers to think openly. Characteristics of Hemingway’s writing style are: 1. the use of concrete nouns and verbs, 2. little use of modifiers unless necessary, 3. objectively and informative telling of the story, 4. central idea being stated clearly in the story, 5. various character’s mental thoughts, and 6. imagery of a lion in The Old Man and The Sea. I tried to incorporate all of these characteristics into my own piece of writing. Throughout my piece, I used many concrete nouns and verbs without using a lot of modifiers. I also changed some sentence structures to make them more condensed while informational. The central idea being conveyed in my piece is “Man is not made for defeat. He can only be destroyed but not defeated.” Therefore, I emphasized this idea at the very beginning of my piece. The imagery of a lion showed up repeatedly throughout my writing as an effort to prove the central idea. The old man’s mental processes and how they changed over time were described in my piece.

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