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I noticed that the wild man I rescued looked a little frightened, so I raised my other gun and prepared to shoot. Then my savage (as I now call him) made a gesture to lend him the unsheathed knife that hung at my waist. So I gave him the knife.

As soon as he got his sword, he ran to his enemy, and with it in his hand, he cut off the head of the savage at once, and his movements were so crisp and neat that he outperformed the German executioners. This surprised me greatly, because, I can fully believe, this man had never seen a real knife in his life before, except for their own wooden knife. But now it seems that their wooden knives are also fast and sharp, and they can still make people's heads fall to the ground with a single knife to kill people.

Later I learned that this was exactly what happened. Their knives were made of very hard wood, and they were made heavy and sharp. Besides, my savage cut off the enemy's head and returned to me with a victorious laugh.

He first gave me back the knife, and then, with many inexplicable gestures, placed his severed savage head at my feet.

In this paragraph, it is written that the wild man who was saved by himself was very frightened to see him, and also wrote that the wild man chased his two wild men and told the other wild men that he was still alive and killed the two wild men who were not dead with a knife.

The poor guide should have been said to have been lucky, because he had come across Friday. Friday was used to dealing with wild beasts in his hometown, so he wasn't scared at all. He was able to calmly walk up to the wolf and kill him with a single shot.

If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare to get so close and shoot. And shooting from a long distance will either not hit the wolf, or it may hit the person.

To tell the truth, our group was terrified, because, immediately after the gunfire on Friday, we heard the most miserable howls of wolves on both sides, and there were echoes in the valley, and the wolf howls and echoes came one after another, as if thousands of wolves were roaring. Maybe there are more than a few wolves, or we wouldn't be so frightened.

I kept my eyes on the thing on the surface of the sea for the whole day, and soon found that it had stood still. So I concluded that it was a big ship. Anxious to find out the truth, I picked up my gun and ran to the south of the island, in front of the rocks where I had been swept away by the torrent before.

By the time we got there, it was completely clear. I saw at a glance that a large ship had crashed into the reef and wrecked. When I saw this scene, I suddenly had an indescribable strong desire to ask for companionship and friends, and sometimes I couldn't help but blurt out a loud cry:

Yes! If only one or two people can escape from this ship! Then he can come to me and be my company, and I will have someone to talk to, how nice it would be!

I have lived a lonely and lonely life for many years, but I have never felt the pain of not having a partner so deeply as I do today. How I wish there was a man on that boat who escaped! "Ah, even if it's just one person!

I've repeated this phrase at least a thousand times.

In fact, Robinson is also an ordinary person, he has no amazing ability to struggle for a long time in this bleak environment. But he withstood the blow and exerted his psychological endurance beyond mortals. In order to regain his courage, Robinson wrote a table of powerful differences, analyzing all the possibilities.

Whether it is out of negativity or positivity, this allows him to calm down, free himself from the days of fantasy, learn to find hope from despair, so that he can bravely face reality and improve the situation.

Robinson is a character in Robinson Crusoe, published in 1719 by Daniel Defoe. This book is a fictional autobiographical story with the epistolary style of reasoning**, and the title character is the protagonist. It tells the story of Robinson, a shipwrecked survivor, who spends 28 years on a remote and inhospitable tropical island on the island of Trinidara, while his companion is "Friday", a captured barbarian whom the protagonist rescues from cannibals.

1.Anyone can imagine how I felt at that time. Because I was just a young man who was sailing for the first time, not long ago.

The internal storm has scared me half to death, and it is more tolerant.

What's more, this time there was really a big storm. At this moment, when I write down my feelings at that time, I feel that I am certainly afraid of death at that time, and that I am even more afraid of the thought that I have broken the confession which I had made not long ago, and that I had made up my mind all the more than I had feared death in the previous crisis. That was the mood at the time, and the horror of the storm, which I can't describe even now.

But it wasn't even the worst!

2.First of all, I feel that the place where I live at the moment is not quite suitable. One is that because it is too close to the sea, the terrain is low and humid, and it is not very hygienic; Second, there is no fresh water nearby. I had to find a more hygienic and convenient place to build my own home.

According to my own situation, I drew up several conditions for choosing a dwelling: first, it must be hygienic and have fresh water, as I said above; second, to be able to provide shade; Third, it is necessary to avoid sudden attacks by beasts or humans; Fourth, to be able to see the sea, if God lets some ship pass by, I will not lose the chance to escape, because I always have a glimmer of hope that sooner or later I will be able to get out of my present predicament.

Robinson makes refractory jars.

Fragment 1 Distress.

The wind was blowing incessantly, and the situation was critical. One morning, a man on the boat suddenly shouted:"Land! "We were about to get out of the cabin to see where we were, when the boat suddenly ran aground on a stretch of sand.

The waves kept crashing into the boat, and we all felt that death was imminent. We all hid in the cabin to escape the impact of the waves.

Without being there, it is impossible to describe or comprehend the horrors we were in. We don't know where we were or where the storm went: an island or a continent, a populated area, or an uninhabited wilderness.

At this time, although the wind was slightly lower than before, it was still fierce and unusual. We knew that our ship would not be able to hold up for more than a few minutes, and that it could be smashed to pieces at any moment, barring a miracle in which the wind would suddenly stop. In short, we all sat together, looking at each other, waiting for death to come, ready to go to another world, because in this world, there was nothing we could do.

By this time, the ship had not been smashed to pieces as we had feared, and the wind had gradually weakened, giving us some comfort.

Although the wind subsided slightly, the ship ran aground in the sand and could not move, so the situation was still very critical. We can only do our best to save ourselves. Before the storm came, a dinghy had been towed in the stern.

But the strong wind blew the boat into the rudder of the big ship and broke it, and then it was swept into the sea, and I don't know whether it sank or floated away. So we had to do that. There was also a dinghy on board, but I didn't know how to put it into the sea.

But now we don't have time to discuss it, because we think the big ship will be smashed to pieces at any moment. Some even say that the ship is actually broken.

At this critical moment, the first mate grabbed the dinghy, and everyone worked together to put the dinghy next to the boat. Then eleven of us got into the dinghy together, untied the dinghy, and left our fate to God and the wind and waves. Although the wind had weakened a lot, the sea was still choppy, rushing towards the shore.

No wonder the Dutch called the sea in a storm"Oceans of madness", it's really vivid.

We always feel that we lack something and are not satisfied because we lack gratitude for what we have already received.

I had two older brothers, one of whom was a lieutenant colonel in an infantry regiment of the British Army, who had been stationed in Flander and served under the famous Colonel Lockhart, who had been martyred at the Battle of Dunkirk against the Spaniards. I never knew the whereabouts of my second brother, just as my parents couldn't figure out my whereabouts.

I had no regard for my father's wishes, even against his orders, and completely disobeyed my mother's pleas and the advice of my friends. This nature of mine seems to have doomed me to an unfortunate fate in the future.