❶ 麥琪的禮物，英文故事梗概，不要網上那麼短的，內容多一點，但不要超過100字的。
為了給丈夫買一條白金錶鏈作為聖誕禮物，妻子賣掉了一頭秀發。而丈夫出於同樣的目的，賣掉了祖傳金錶給妻子買了一套發梳。盡管彼此的禮物都失去了使用價值，但他們從中獲得比情感更重要的東西——愛，卻是無價的。
❷ 請將《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》和《最後一片葉子》的英文梗概，和讀後感給我。謝謝！
The Last Leaf
Johnsy and Sue are artists who move into Greenwich Village in New York City. As Winter approaches and the weather gets colder, Johnsy becomes ill with pneumonia. She gets so sick that she believes that when the last leaf falls from the vine outside her window, she will die. An old artist, named Behrman, who lives in the same building as the girls, braves a storm one night to paint a leaf on the wall — a leaf that will never fall. Cold and wet from painting in the icy rain, he catches pneumonia and dies. This gives Johnsy the hope to survive her illness, and it also creates the masterpiece Behrman had always dreamed of painting.
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❸ 一部電影，一對夫妻，聖誕節之際，他們送對方禮物，丈夫把金錶買了，給妻子買頭巾，妻子把長發買了，給丈
《麥琪的禮物》（也叫《聖誕禮物》）是美國著名文學家歐·亨利寫的一篇短篇小說，它通過寫在聖誕節前一天，一對小夫妻互贈禮物，結果陰差陽錯，兩人珍貴的禮物都變成了無用的東西，而他們卻得到了比任何實物都寶貴的東西——愛。
❹ 用英文表演什麼節目比較好
Busta Rhymes的饒舌 1、小合唱: Red river valley(紅河谷)
2、小品：An interesting English lesson(一堂生動有趣的英語課
3、小合唱: Long long ago（很久以前）
4、短劇：The cock crows at midnight(半夜雞叫)
5、歌伴舞：I am lonely（我是孤獨的）
6、配樂詩朗誦：Forever friends（永遠的朋友）
7、短劇：The gifts(麥琪的禮物)
8、舞蹈：Rabbit dance（兔子舞）
9、 短劇：China, we love you（中國，我們愛你）
10、合唱：You and me（你和我）
❺ 麥琪的禮物英文對白
《麥琪的禮物》英文版
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
❻ 關於《麥琪的禮物》和《兩個女巫的旅館》內容
《麥琪的禮物》講述的是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中的故事。
男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。
他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物。吉姆有祖傳的一塊金錶，德拉有一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發。
為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。
他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。
吉姆和德拉，即使只是生活在社會底層的小人物，卻擁有著對生活的熱情和對對方的深愛，在這些溫暖的感情面前，貧困可以變得微不足道。在聖誕節前夕，兩個人還想著要為對方買一件禮物互贈。
故事裡出現的有些誇張的偶然，讓兩位生活在困窘中的主人公顯得有些捉襟見肘，而通過這個帶著些悲劇情調的故事，我們從一個角度感受到歐亨利為我們傳達的從蒼涼中透出的溫暖——關於「禮物」的價值。
《麥琪的禮物》讀後感
用自己美麗的心靈贈給對方的是一件無價之寶。而這件無價之寶，確實世間任何自認聰明或富有的人永遠不會，也不能給予的禮物。
聖誕節是西方國家最重要的節日之一。每年的12月25日，人們都會在歡樂的氣氛中互贈禮物以表祝福。那些各種各樣的禮物把寒冷的平安夜變成溫暖的天堂。但是，怎樣的禮物才是最珍貴的呢？美國短篇小說家歐·亨利為我們描述了一個普通卻內意深刻的故事——《麥琪的禮物》。耶酥誕生之日，三位麥琪贈送給他三樣禮物，那些禮物預示著耶酥的一生。而歐·亨利《麥琪的禮物》中所講述的故事，是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中荒唐卻感人的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物——吉姆祖傳的一塊金錶就算「地下室堆滿金銀財寶、所羅門王又是守門人的話，每當吉姆路過那兒，准會摸出金錶，好讓那所羅門王忌妒得吹鬍子瞪眼睛」；德拉一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發則可以「使那巴示女王的珍珠寶貝黔然失色」。為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。
也許有人會認為，吉姆和德拉都很「傻」，他們極不明智地為了對方而犧牲了他們最最寶貴的東西，歐亨利的小說似乎顯得荒誕無意義。其實不然，故事裡出現的有些誇張的偶然，讓兩位生活在困窘中的主人公顯得有些捉襟見肘，而通過這個帶著些悲劇情調的故事，我們從一個角度感受到歐亨利為我們傳達的從蒼涼中透出的溫暖——關於「禮物」的價值。
吉姆和德拉，即使只是生活在社會底層的小人物，卻擁有著對生活的熱情和對對方的深愛，在這些溫暖的感情面前，貧困可以變得微不足道。在聖誕節前夕，兩個人還想著要為對方買一件禮物互贈，多麼浪漫多麼溫馨。即使這一份禮物似乎失去了使用的價值，它們卻成了世間最珍貴的禮物，變成一份真摯的愛贈給了對方。
麥琪是聰明人，聰明絕頂的人，由於他們是聰明人，毫無疑問，他們的禮物也是聰明的禮物。而我們的吉姆和德拉，雖然極不明智地為了對方而犧牲了他們最最寶貴的東西。不過，讓我們對現今的聰明人說最後一句話，在一切饋贈禮品的人當中，那兩個人是最聰明的。在一切饋贈又接收禮品的人當中，像他們兩個這樣的人也是最聰明的。無論在任何地方，他們都是最聰明的人。他們用自己美麗的心靈贈給對方的是一件無價之寶。而這件無價之寶，確實世間任何自認聰明或富有的人永遠不會，也不能給予的禮物。聖誕節又快來臨了，親愛的朋友們，你們是否已經想好。
《麥琪的禮物》英文版
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
❼ 急需《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》和《最後一片葉子》的英文梗概，和讀後感
距華盛頓州不遠的北卡羅來納州有一個名叫格林斯波羅的小鎮。1862年9月11日，小鎮里一位不得志的醫生和他美麗纖弱的妻子生了一個大眼睛、不大強壯的孩子。誰也不曾想到，在19世紀末20世紀初，這個孩子以歐·亨利的筆名平步文壇，成為一個深受美國和世界讀者喜歡的偉大小說家，並且在百年之後仍然保持著長久的影響和魅力。
歐·亨利的人生之路崎嶇、艱苦而又不幸，他三歲喪母，15歲就走向社會，從事過牧童、葯劑師、�事、辦事員、制圖員、出納員等多種職業。1889年，他和羅琦不顧她父母的反對私奔成婚，並在年輕妻子鼓勵下走上創作道路，創辦《滾石》雜志，發表幽默小品。後來，他因挪用銀行資金被判五年徒刑。出獄後，他遷居紐約專門從事寫作，每周為世界報提供一個短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之飲酒過度，終於1910年6月5日在紐約病逝。
19世紀80年代至20世紀初的美國，隨著資本主義逐漸向壟斷發展，各種社會矛盾日益顯露突出。歐·亨利長期生活在下層，形形色色的社會現象使他對這些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、豐富的經歷、獨特的視角和敏銳的觀察，使他情不自禁地把社會的各種現象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下層勞動群眾生活的貧窮艱辛，道貌岸然的上流騙子，巧取豪奪的金融寡頭，肆無忌憚的買賣官爵，小偷、強盜、流浪漢的生活，以及失業、犯罪等等。對貧民他充滿了同情，對資產階級剝削者從不同角度予以批判與揭露，道出了下層勞動群眾對剝削、壓迫的憤怒反抗與心聲。
歐·亨利一生創作了270多個短篇小說和一部長篇小說，還有數量很少的詩歌。歐·亨利的詩歌創作反映了他對自然、人生所面臨的社會矛盾的態度，他寫小鳥、古老的村莊，歌頌流浪者，以陰郁的筆調吟頌「唱催眠曲的男孩」，抨擊不合理的社會現象。但因數量少、成就不大，因而影響很小。相反，他的許多書信倒是精彩的隨筆，他同編輯談生活，談創作，表達作者的生活態度和創作思想。歐·亨利的代表作品是《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》和《最後一片葉子》。其著名小說還有《黃雀在後》、《市政報告》、《配供傢具的客房》、《雙料騙子》等，真實准確的細節描寫，生動簡潔的語言使一系列栩栩如生的藝術形象展現在讀者面前，也使他在世界短篇小說史上佔有重要位置。有人曾將他比做「美國的莫泊桑」，這是有其道理的。
幽默是美國的文學傳統之一。從華盛頓·歐文開始，許多作家都善於寫那些有趣可笑而又意味深長的故事。歐文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的諷刺；馬克·吐溫的幽默以充滿俚語的口語，滑稽、俏皮的描寫和極誇張的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；歐文·肖的幽默則在注重描述人物性格的幽默風趣上。歐·亨利承襲這一傳統，受同時代作家的影響，加之一生經歷坎坷，使得他獨特的幽默與眾不同——充滿了辛酸的笑聲，在誇張、嘲諷、風趣、詼諧、機智的幽默之中，含有抑鬱、凄楚的情緒。讀《麥琪的禮物》讓人苦笑，讀《警察與贊美詩》讓人悲涼辛酸。這種「含淚的微笑」，加深了作品的社會意義，具有長久的藝術魅力。
處理小說的結尾，是歐·亨利最具創造性的貢獻，也使他在美國和世界文學史上享有盛名。他善於戲劇性地設計情節，埋下伏筆，作好鋪墊，勾勒矛盾，最後在結尾處出現一個出人意料的結局，使讀者感到豁然開朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案稱奇。但由於作者寫作速度快且多，這種手法運用過多過濫，不免使人感到有明顯的雷同和公式化的弊端。
歐·亨利的作品在我國一直擁有廣大讀者。這次出版的《歐·亨利全集》重譯了包括詩歌在內的全部作品。希望能給所有喜歡歐·亨利的讀者提供一個最新、最全的版本，以便能夠更加全面深刻地了解歐·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世紀末20世紀初的美國社會。（郭俊峰）距華盛頓州不遠的北卡羅來納州有一個名叫格林斯波羅的小鎮。1862年9月11日，小鎮里一位不得志的醫生和他美麗纖弱的妻子生了一個大眼睛、不大強壯的孩子。誰也不曾想到，在19世紀末20世紀初，這個孩子以歐·亨利的筆名平步文壇，成為一個深受美國和世界讀者喜歡的偉大小說家，並且在百年之後仍然保持著長久的影響和魅力。
歐·亨利的人生之路崎嶇、艱苦而又不幸，他三歲喪母，15歲就走向社會，從事過牧童、葯劑師、�事、辦事員、制圖員、出納員等多種職業。1889年，他和羅琦不顧她父母的反對私奔成婚，並在年輕妻子鼓勵下走上創作道路，創辦《滾石》雜志，發表幽默小品。後來，他因挪用銀行資金被判五年徒刑。出獄後，他遷居紐約專門從事寫作，每周為世界報提供一個短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之飲酒過度，終於1910年6月5日在紐約病逝。
19世紀80年代至20世紀初的美國，隨著資本主義逐漸向壟斷發展，各種社會矛盾日益顯露突出。歐·亨利長期生活在下層，形形色色的社會現象使他對這些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、豐富的經歷、獨特的視角和敏銳的觀察，使他情不自禁地把社會的各種現象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下層勞動群眾生活的貧窮艱辛，道貌岸然的上流騙子，巧取豪奪的金融寡頭，肆無忌憚的買賣官爵，小偷、強盜、流浪漢的生活，以及失業、犯罪等等。對貧民他充滿了同情，對資產階級剝削者從不同角度予以批判與揭露，道出了下層勞動群眾對剝削、壓迫的憤怒反抗與心聲。
歐·亨利一生創作了270多個短篇小說和一部長篇小說，還有數量很少的詩歌。歐·亨利的詩歌創作反映了他對自然、人生所面臨的社會矛盾的態度，他寫小鳥、古老的村莊，歌頌流浪者，以陰郁的筆調吟頌「唱催眠曲的男孩」，抨擊不合理的社會現象。但因數量少、成就不大，因而影響很小。相反，他的許多書信倒是精彩的隨筆，他同編輯談生活，談創作，表達作者的生活態度和創作思想。歐·亨利的代表作品是《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》和《最後一片葉子》。其著名小說還有《黃雀在後》、《市政報告》、《配供傢具的客房》、《雙料騙子》等，真實准確的細節描寫，生動簡潔的語言使一系列栩栩如生的藝術形象展現在讀者面前，也使他在世界短篇小說史上佔有重要位置。有人曾將他比做「美國的莫泊桑」，這是有其道理的。
幽默是美國的文學傳統之一。從華盛頓·歐文開始，許多作家都善於寫那些有趣可笑而又意味深長的故事。歐文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的諷刺；馬克·吐溫的幽默以充滿俚語的口語，滑稽、俏皮的描寫和極誇張的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；歐文·肖的幽默則在注重描述人物性格的幽默風趣上。歐·亨利承襲這一傳統，受同時代作家的影響，加之一生經歷坎坷，使得他獨特的幽默與眾不同——充滿了辛酸的笑聲，在誇張、嘲諷、風趣、詼諧、機智的幽默之中，含有抑鬱、凄楚的情緒。讀《麥琪的禮物》讓人苦笑，讀《警察與贊美詩》讓人悲涼辛酸。這種「含淚的微笑」，加深了作品的社會意義，具有長久的藝術魅力。
處理小說的結尾，是歐·亨利最具創造性的貢獻，也使他在美國和世界文學史上享有盛名。他善於戲劇性地設計情節，埋下伏筆，作好鋪墊，勾勒矛盾，最後在結尾處出現一個出人意料的結局，使讀者感到豁然開朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案稱奇。但由於作者寫作速度快且多，這種手法運用過多過濫，不免使人感到有明顯的雷同和公式化的弊端。
歐·亨利的作品在我國一直擁有廣大讀者。這次出版的《歐·亨利全集》重譯了包括詩歌在內的全部作品。希望能給所有喜歡歐·亨利的讀者提供一個最新、最全的版本，以便能夠更加全面深刻地了解歐·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世紀末20世紀初的美國社會。
歐•亨利小說的主人公常常是社會的下層人物，諸如受人支使的店員、窮困潦倒的畫匠、經濟拮據的辦事員、一籌莫展的醫生、走投無路的小偷等等。膾炙人口的《最後一片葉子》則是描寫了幾個窮畫家之間患難與共的感情故事，塑造了貝爾曼這個舍己為人的老畫家的動人形象。
如果說貝爾曼是那堵松動殘缺的磚牆，那麼喬安西就像那依附在上面的藤枝；如果說貝爾曼是那株極老極老的常春藤，那麼喬安西就是那藤上的一片葉子。
喬安西年輕的生命在風吹雨打的漫漫長夜中一點點被剝蝕，生命的火光在一點點微弱下去。哀莫大於心死，對這凄風苦雨的世界已不再抱希望的喬安西，把這最後一片藤葉作為自己生命的徵兆，作為最後一絲與世界的微弱牽連，作為放棄生命的理由。她甚至等得心焦，想「像一片沒有了生命力的敗葉一樣，往下飄」，飄向那未知的虛無，永久的黑暗。
貝爾曼是整篇小說的靈魂，但他在本來就篇幅頗短的小說中出場的次數極少。關於他的語言與行動有寥寥數筆，從幾句對白中，可以看出這是一個脾氣暴躁、性格直率的老人，「一雙紅眼睛正不停地流眼淚」。然而，就是他，成了喬安西與休易的保護神，他用生命換來的傑作，實現了他一生的夙願。那「鋸齒形邊緣已經枯黃」的最後一片藤葉卻「頑強地掛在離地面二十英尺高的一根枝上」。這不只是一片藤葉，它是老貝爾曼不死的生命的結晶，是喬安西與塵世和友情之間的聯系，是這苦難的世界上窮人之間的一絲溫情。慰藉了全世界最寂寞、最悲涼的一個「即將踏上黃泉路的人的心靈」，它經受了怒號的北風，傾瀉的雨水。「喬安西躺在床上久久看著」，她沒有理由再逃避，沒有理由讓自己本應年輕而旺盛的生命衰頹下去，「不知是怎麼鬼使神差的，那片葉老掉不下來，可見我原來心緒不好。想死是罪過。」
那麼，貝爾曼並沒有死，他的靈魂，他的希望，他整個的生命之光全集結在這片葉子上了。這最後的一片葉子，這凄風苦雨中的葉子，也是貝爾曼顛沛流離坎坷一生的最後一個亮點。
小說的結尾突如其來卻又在情理之中，作者並未正面描述貝爾曼用生命畫出那片藤葉的場景，只是在結尾以休易之口轉述。謎底一揭開，小說達到了高潮，但高潮即結尾，小說至此戛然而止。作者總是平平淡淡地娓娓而談，如訴家常，既無跌宕起伏也無一波三折，一切都在情理之中緩緩進行，不動聲色地向讀者敘述一個故事。結尾時卻重筆一戳，露出機關，使人恍然大悟，嘆為觀止。因為在前文中我們絲毫看不出老畫家畫葉救人的任何端倪，結尾卻揭示出一個人生奇跡，作品潛在的藝術光彩奇跡般地閃耀出來，於平靜中掀起波瀾，兜筆轉勢。歐?亨利式的結尾的魅力恰在於此。回味全篇，老貝爾曼才是小說的主角，全篇的精神。
《最後一片葉子》另一顯著的特色在於對「情節空白」的運用，老貝爾曼「畫葉」的行動本應是作品關鍵所在，作者卻沒有實寫。只有結尾處休易向讀者簡單透露了貝爾曼畫藤葉而死的事實，但對他的具體行為卻不著一筆，這樣，在整篇小說的情節結構中留下了一大塊空白，似乎缺少了對整篇小說因果鏈條的一個完整印象――作者沒有講述故事的「中間部分」――恰恰也是最重要的部分。這樣，從接受美學角度講，情節的創造、補充則需要文本的閱讀者的繼續完成。對於風雨之夜的情形，讀者可以用自己的心靈去想像，去再造。這樣，小說的表面情節逐漸淡化而退為內化，使表面的事件的前後銜接轉而為心理感情的合理發展，對整部作品的合理解釋不在於外部的單純情節，而在於內部的情感情節，讀者心靈的意象化，情感的形象化，使小說的情節更加豐富而理想化了。
出人意外而又懾人心魄的結局處理與對「情節空白」手法的運用，正是《最後一片葉子》的藝術匠心所在。
❽ 求一篇《麥琪的禮物》的英文梗概（包括人物、故事情節、意義、中心思想）,
《The gift of wheat Qi 》BE the United States Zhao author Europe ·Henry write of a short story,it pass to write at Christmas the first 1 day,on with each other presenting a gift to the little husband and wife,result Yin bad the sun be wrong,the two people precious gift all became useless of thing,but they got ratio any thing with all precious real object-love,tell people respect others of love,academic association go to love others,is mankind civilization of an importance performance.
❾ 求一篇《麥琪的禮物》的英文簡介（包括人物、故事情節、意義、中心思想），急求，謝謝！
《麥琪的禮物》是美國著名文學家歐·亨利寫的一篇短篇小說，它通過寫在聖誕節前一天，一對小夫妻互贈禮物，結果陰差陽錯，兩人珍貴的禮物都變成了無用的東西，而他們卻得到了比任何實物都寶貴的東西——愛，告訴人們尊重他人的愛，學會去愛他人，是人類文明的一個重要表現。
"The gift of the Magi" is a short story American famous writer O Henry wrote, it is by writing in the day before Christmas, a couple of small gifts, the results ofa strange combination of circumstances, a precious gift of two people have become useless things, and they have been all precious than any real things -- love, tell people to respect other people's love, learn to love others, is an important manifestation of human civilization.
德拉將一頭長發賣掉給丈夫祖傳的金錶配了表鏈，而丈夫吉姆卻賣掉金錶給德拉買了全套的梳子。悲劇式的情節讓特定時代背景下夫妻之間的愛更加深刻。
Della will long hair to sell to the husband of ancestral gold watch with chain,and her husband Jim but sold the watch to buy a full set of combs for della.Tragic plot makes specific era background between husband and wife lovemore deeply.