鲁宾逊漂流记 作者 人物 简介（A brief account of the author of Robinson Crusoe）

鲁宾逊漂流记 作者 人物 简介（A brief account of the author of Robinson Crusoe） 鲁宾逊漂流记 作者 人物 简介(A brief account of the author of Robinson Crusoe) Robinson Crusoe is a representative work of Defoe. It is a famous literary masterpiece with a wide spread and great influence. It shows a strong bourgeois enterprising spirit and Enlightenment consciousness. The author writes vivid scenes with vivid detail to make people feel as if they were on the scene, which makes the story feel a strong sense of reality. Robinson, the hero of the novel, has become a famous literary figure in the history of European literature. My father expected me to study law, but I was bent on sailing. One day, I went to the city of Hull, went to London with a friend of mine was on his father's ship, no more than what this for me, I must talk to him -- this is 1651 August, I was nineteen years old. As soon as the ship had sailed out of Haikou, it met with a terrible storm, and I felt the horror of my whole being, and it was horrible. I swore in a bitter mood that if God had left my life in this voyage, I would have gone back to my loving parents when I landed on land, and would have obeyed their advice. But second days the wind stopped, the waves also break. The sun, which was a lovely evening, then I drank a bowl of wine brewing company, I put the voyage home after the determination of thrown to the winds. My habits have brought great misfortune to my life self willed actions often bring disaster to me, but I refuse to repent at the moment of disaster. When the danger passed, I forgot all the vows, and threw my life into it. After the first stormy voyage, I made several different adventures. To do business in Guinea in Africa, I was a Turkey pirate ship captured, were sold as slaves, through many dangers, I fled to Brazil, where alone run a sugar plantations, live very well. But then I was the victim of temptation. Brazil because of the artificial shortage, there are several plantation owners know I have to do business to some slave market ports in Africa, they tried to coax me to make a voyage to the area to buy some black slaves for their plantations back. If you listen to bad ideas, you'll get bad luck. Our ship touched a reef on an unnamed island on the north shore of South America. All the sailors and passengers were drowned. God bless me. I was the only one to be saved on my shore by the high waves. All I had was a knife, a pipe, and a little tobacco in a box. As soon as my strength was restored and I was ready to walk, I walked along the coast. To my great joy, I found fresh water. After drinking the water, and took a handful of tobacco in his mouth full stomach. I settled down on a tree, slept comfortably, refreshed, and the sea was calm. But what pleased me most was that I saw the ship until the tide receded and saw that it was very close to the coast, and I found it very convenient to swim into the boat. There was only one dog and two cats left on the ship, and there was no other creature. But there was a lot of life on board, so I did it. In order to put those things shipped to an inlet of the island, I specially made a raft, the island has a relatively flat plateau freshwater and made my place. Bread, rice, wheat and barley, cheese and dried mutton, sugar, flour, wood, logs, rope, all of these, plus a few shotguns, two pistols, shotguns, a hammer, and it is the most useless -- thirty-six pounds sterling. All these things I had day after day -- from the two ebb tide, from the ship to the shore. On the thirtieth night, I carry the work done, I lay down, although the usual fear, but my heart is full of gratitude, because I know that I have to deal with this island ready and feel better. There are a lot of wild fruit trees on the island, but it was a long time before I found. There were goats running about on the island, But what would they do to me if I hadn't got guns and ammunition from the ship? Therefore, I have reason to thank the merciful God for keeping the ship on the shore until I am able to move everything that is useful to me. There's still a lot to be done to make sure I can survive on this island. I managed to do as many things as I could. But my efforts have not always make good luck. I sowed the first seeds of barley and rice, these precious to waste half the stock, because the seeding was not the time. I worked hard for months, digging several cellars for storage of fresh water. Spent forty-two days before the first long planks of a tree felled in my. I work for several weeks, trying to create a pound of wheat mortar, and finally they had hollowed out a large piece of wood. I spent five months time, cut down a large cedar, and split and cut, it has become a very decent canoe to escape back to the island, but because the results can never keep it down to the sea and had discarded it. But every failure has taught me something I didn't know before. As for the natural environment, there is a violent storm on the island, as well as an earthquake. I adapted myself to everything then. I plant and harvest the wheat and barley; I picked wild grapes, Tan them a very nutritious raisins; I kept tame goats, and then kill and eat, and smoked and pickled. Because of the variety of food, the supply is not bad. After twelve years, on the island, I had never seen a trace except myself. And then, on that fateful day, I stumbled across a man's footprints on the sand. I was like to a sunny day of thunder. I listened, looked around, but what I can hear, what also didn't see. I ran to the shore and went into the sea to see, but there was only one footprint! I was so shocked that I ran back to my place like a man who had been hunted. I dared not go out for three days and three nights. This is the best illustration of paren people! After twelve years of pain and hard work, twelve years of struggle with the natural environment, even a single footprint of a person and terror! But that's the way it is. After watching, I realized that it was a custom for those on the continent to eat life. They took the captured prisoners from the war to the island where I rarely visited, and killed them to eat a big meal. One morning, from my telescope, I saw thirty savages dancing around the campfire. They have been cooking a prisoner, and two are prepared to put it on the fire to roast, when I mentioned the two branch of the musket bullets and the knife they ran down to North Korea, one of the prisoners under their timely rescue time to eat. I named the man I saved as Friday, in honor of the day he was rescued, and his voice became the first I heard on the island for the first time in twenty-five years. He was young, intelligent, a barbarian of a higher tribe, and he was always a reliable Companion to me when I stayed on the island. After I taught him a few English words, he told me about the continent on Friday. I've decided to leave my island. We made a ship, not this time away from the coast. As we were almost ready to sail, another twenty-one savages rode three canoes, bringing three captives to the island for a feast. One of the prisoners was a white man, which made me angry. I have two shotguns, four shotguns, two pistols and ammunition are fitted with double, gave Friday a small ax, he returned to drink a lot of rum, I put the knives, we rushed down the hill, all of them killed, only four escaped barbarians. One of the captives was father on Friday. That white man is spanish, Is a survivor, I saw a few years ago the ship ran aground in my boat on the island, I was from the ship to get more than 1200 gold coins, but for the money I have no value, because they are not many more than a beach sand value. I gave the Spaniard and Friday's father guns and food, and told them to take my shipwrecked sailor on my new ship to my island. While waiting for them to return, an English ship anchored near my island because of a sailor's trouble. I helped the captain recapture his ship and went back to England with him. We walked away with two honest sailors who wanted to return to England, and some of the sailors who made the most trouble stayed on the island. Later, the Spaniards came back and settled in on the island. At first they quarreled and disagreed, but settled down, they finally built up a thriving colony. After a few years, I was lucky enough to go to the island again. By the time I left the island, I had been on the island for twenty-nine days in twenty-eight years and two months. I always thought I would be happy when I came to England. I didn't think I was a stranger there. My parents have passed away, really too regrettable, or I can now honor to support them, because I apart from the ship from Spain on the ship one thousand and two hundred gold, and twenty thousand pounds for me to an honest friend there to receive, the friend is a Portuguese captain, in before I do that shit job, I asked him run my estate in Brazil. It was in order to do the job that I had lived on the island for twenty-eight years. I am so happy to see him so honest that I have decided to pay him one hundred Portuguese gold coins a year and pay his son fifty Portuguese gold coins every year after their death as a lifetime allowance. I was married and had three children, and I did not go any further than to go to the island where I lived, to speak of it, and to make another voyage. I live here, grateful for what I do not deserve, and am determined to be ready for the longest journey of all. If I had learned anything, it would be to recognize the value of retirement and to pray in peace for the rest of our days.