❶ 麦琪的礼物，英文故事梗概，不要网上那么短的，内容多一点，但不要超过100字的。
为了给丈夫买一条白金表链作为圣诞礼物，妻子卖掉了一头秀发。而丈夫出于同样的目的，卖掉了祖传金表给妻子买了一套发梳。尽管彼此的礼物都失去了使用价值，但他们从中获得比情感更重要的东西——爱，却是无价的。
❷ 请将《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》的英文梗概，和读后感给我。谢谢！
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 一部电影，一对夫妻，圣诞节之际，他们送对方礼物，丈夫把金表买了，给妻子买头巾，妻子把长发买了，给丈
《麦琪的礼物》（也叫《圣诞礼物》）是美国著名文学家欧·亨利写的一篇短篇小说，它通过写在圣诞节前一天，一对小夫妻互赠礼物，结果阴差阳错，两人珍贵的礼物都变成了无用的东西，而他们却得到了比任何实物都宝贵的东西——爱。
❹ 用英文表演什么节目比较好
Busta Rhymes的饶舌 1、小合唱: Red river valley(红河谷)
2、小品：An interesting English lesson(一堂生动有趣的英语课
3、小合唱: Long long ago（很久以前）
4、短剧：The cock crows at midnight(半夜鸡叫)
5、歌伴舞：I am lonely（我是孤独的）
6、配乐诗朗诵：Forever friends（永远的朋友）
7、短剧：The gifts(麦琪的礼物)
8、舞蹈：Rabbit dance（兔子舞）
9、 短剧：China, we love you（中国，我们爱你）
10、合唱：You and me（你和我）
❺ 麦琪的礼物英文对白
《麦琪的礼物》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 关于《麦琪的礼物》和《两个女巫的旅馆》内容
《麦琪的礼物》讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。
男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。
他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。
为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。
他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。
吉姆和德拉，即使只是生活在社会底层的小人物，却拥有着对生活的热情和对对方的深爱，在这些温暖的感情面前，贫困可以变得微不足道。在圣诞节前夕，两个人还想着要为对方买一件礼物互赠。
故事里出现的有些夸张的偶然，让两位生活在困窘中的主人公显得有些捉襟见肘，而通过这个带着些悲剧情调的故事，我们从一个角度感受到欧亨利为我们传达的从苍凉中透出的温暖——关于“礼物”的价值。
《麦琪的礼物》读后感
用自己美丽的心灵赠给对方的是一件无价之宝。而这件无价之宝，确实世间任何自认聪明或富有的人永远不会，也不能给予的礼物。
圣诞节是西方国家最重要的节日之一。每年的12月25日，人们都会在欢乐的气氛中互赠礼物以表祝福。那些各种各样的礼物把寒冷的平安夜变成温暖的天堂。但是，怎样的礼物才是最珍贵的呢？美国短篇小说家欧·亨利为我们描述了一个普通却内意深刻的故事——《麦琪的礼物》。耶酥诞生之日，三位麦琪赠送给他三样礼物，那些礼物预示着耶酥的一生。而欧·亨利《麦琪的礼物》中所讲述的故事，是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中荒唐却感人的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物——吉姆祖传的一块金表就算“地下室堆满金银财宝、所罗门王又是守门人的话，每当吉姆路过那儿，准会摸出金表，好让那所罗门王忌妒得吹胡子瞪眼睛”；德拉一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发则可以“使那巴示女王的珍珠宝贝黔然失色”。为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。
也许有人会认为，吉姆和德拉都很“傻”，他们极不明智地为了对方而牺牲了他们最最宝贵的东西，欧亨利的小说似乎显得荒诞无意义。其实不然，故事里出现的有些夸张的偶然，让两位生活在困窘中的主人公显得有些捉襟见肘，而通过这个带着些悲剧情调的故事，我们从一个角度感受到欧亨利为我们传达的从苍凉中透出的温暖——关于“礼物”的价值。
吉姆和德拉，即使只是生活在社会底层的小人物，却拥有着对生活的热情和对对方的深爱，在这些温暖的感情面前，贫困可以变得微不足道。在圣诞节前夕，两个人还想着要为对方买一件礼物互赠，多么浪漫多么温馨。即使这一份礼物似乎失去了使用的价值，它们却成了世间最珍贵的礼物，变成一份真挚的爱赠给了对方。
麦琪是聪明人，聪明绝顶的人，由于他们是聪明人，毫无疑问，他们的礼物也是聪明的礼物。而我们的吉姆和德拉，虽然极不明智地为了对方而牺牲了他们最最宝贵的东西。不过，让我们对现今的聪明人说最后一句话，在一切馈赠礼品的人当中，那两个人是最聪明的。在一切馈赠又接收礼品的人当中，像他们两个这样的人也是最聪明的。无论在任何地方，他们都是最聪明的人。他们用自己美丽的心灵赠给对方的是一件无价之宝。而这件无价之宝，确实世间任何自认聪明或富有的人永远不会，也不能给予的礼物。圣诞节又快来临了，亲爱的朋友们，你们是否已经想好。
《麦琪的礼物》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《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》的英文梗概，和读后感
距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。
欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸，他三岁丧母，15岁就走向社会，从事过牧童、药剂师、�事、办事员、制图员、出纳员等多种职业。1889年，他和罗琦不顾她父母的反对私奔成婚，并在年轻妻子鼓励下走上创作道路，创办《滚石》杂志，发表幽默小品。后来，他因挪用银行资金被判五年徒刑。出狱后，他迁居纽约专门从事写作，每周为世界报提供一个短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之饮酒过度，终于1910年6月5日在纽约病逝。
19世纪80年代至20世纪初的美国，随着资本主义逐渐向垄断发展，各种社会矛盾日益显露突出。欧·亨利长期生活在下层，形形色色的社会现象使他对这些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、丰富的经历、独特的视角和敏锐的观察，使他情不自禁地把社会的各种现象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下层劳动群众生活的贫穷艰辛，道貌岸然的上流骗子，巧取豪夺的金融寡头，肆无忌惮的买卖官爵，小偷、强盗、流浪汉的生活，以及失业、犯罪等等。对贫民他充满了同情，对资产阶级剥削者从不同角度予以批判与揭露，道出了下层劳动群众对剥削、压迫的愤怒反抗与心声。
欧·亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌。欧·亨利的诗歌创作反映了他对自然、人生所面临的社会矛盾的态度，他写小鸟、古老的村庄，歌颂流浪者，以阴郁的笔调吟颂“唱催眠曲的男孩”，抨击不合理的社会现象。但因数量少、成就不大，因而影响很小。相反，他的许多书信倒是精彩的随笔，他同编辑谈生活，谈创作，表达作者的生活态度和创作思想。欧·亨利的代表作品是《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》。其著名小说还有《黄雀在后》、《市政报告》、《配供家具的客房》、《双料骗子》等，真实准确的细节描写，生动简洁的语言使一系列栩栩如生的艺术形象展现在读者面前，也使他在世界短篇小说史上占有重要位置。有人曾将他比做“美国的莫泊桑”，这是有其道理的。
幽默是美国的文学传统之一。从华盛顿·欧文开始，许多作家都善于写那些有趣可笑而又意味深长的故事。欧文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的讽刺；马克·吐温的幽默以充满俚语的口语，滑稽、俏皮的描写和极夸张的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；欧文·肖的幽默则在注重描述人物性格的幽默风趣上。欧·亨利承袭这一传统，受同时代作家的影响，加之一生经历坎坷，使得他独特的幽默与众不同——充满了辛酸的笑声，在夸张、嘲讽、风趣、诙谐、机智的幽默之中，含有抑郁、凄楚的情绪。读《麦琪的礼物》让人苦笑，读《警察与赞美诗》让人悲凉辛酸。这种“含泪的微笑”，加深了作品的社会意义，具有长久的艺术魅力。
处理小说的结尾，是欧·亨利最具创造性的贡献，也使他在美国和世界文学史上享有盛名。他善于戏剧性地设计情节，埋下伏笔，作好铺垫，勾勒矛盾，最后在结尾处出现一个出人意料的结局，使读者感到豁然开朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案称奇。但由于作者写作速度快且多，这种手法运用过多过滥，不免使人感到有明显的雷同和公式化的弊端。
欧·亨利的作品在我国一直拥有广大读者。这次出版的《欧·亨利全集》重译了包括诗歌在内的全部作品。希望能给所有喜欢欧·亨利的读者提供一个最新、最全的版本，以便能够更加全面深刻地了解欧·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世纪末20世纪初的美国社会。（郭俊峰）距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。
欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸，他三岁丧母，15岁就走向社会，从事过牧童、药剂师、�事、办事员、制图员、出纳员等多种职业。1889年，他和罗琦不顾她父母的反对私奔成婚，并在年轻妻子鼓励下走上创作道路，创办《滚石》杂志，发表幽默小品。后来，他因挪用银行资金被判五年徒刑。出狱后，他迁居纽约专门从事写作，每周为世界报提供一个短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之饮酒过度，终于1910年6月5日在纽约病逝。
19世纪80年代至20世纪初的美国，随着资本主义逐渐向垄断发展，各种社会矛盾日益显露突出。欧·亨利长期生活在下层，形形色色的社会现象使他对这些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、丰富的经历、独特的视角和敏锐的观察，使他情不自禁地把社会的各种现象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下层劳动群众生活的贫穷艰辛，道貌岸然的上流骗子，巧取豪夺的金融寡头，肆无忌惮的买卖官爵，小偷、强盗、流浪汉的生活，以及失业、犯罪等等。对贫民他充满了同情，对资产阶级剥削者从不同角度予以批判与揭露，道出了下层劳动群众对剥削、压迫的愤怒反抗与心声。
欧·亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌。欧·亨利的诗歌创作反映了他对自然、人生所面临的社会矛盾的态度，他写小鸟、古老的村庄，歌颂流浪者，以阴郁的笔调吟颂“唱催眠曲的男孩”，抨击不合理的社会现象。但因数量少、成就不大，因而影响很小。相反，他的许多书信倒是精彩的随笔，他同编辑谈生活，谈创作，表达作者的生活态度和创作思想。欧·亨利的代表作品是《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》。其著名小说还有《黄雀在后》、《市政报告》、《配供家具的客房》、《双料骗子》等，真实准确的细节描写，生动简洁的语言使一系列栩栩如生的艺术形象展现在读者面前，也使他在世界短篇小说史上占有重要位置。有人曾将他比做“美国的莫泊桑”，这是有其道理的。
幽默是美国的文学传统之一。从华盛顿·欧文开始，许多作家都善于写那些有趣可笑而又意味深长的故事。欧文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的讽刺；马克·吐温的幽默以充满俚语的口语，滑稽、俏皮的描写和极夸张的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；欧文·肖的幽默则在注重描述人物性格的幽默风趣上。欧·亨利承袭这一传统，受同时代作家的影响，加之一生经历坎坷，使得他独特的幽默与众不同——充满了辛酸的笑声，在夸张、嘲讽、风趣、诙谐、机智的幽默之中，含有抑郁、凄楚的情绪。读《麦琪的礼物》让人苦笑，读《警察与赞美诗》让人悲凉辛酸。这种“含泪的微笑”，加深了作品的社会意义，具有长久的艺术魅力。
处理小说的结尾，是欧·亨利最具创造性的贡献，也使他在美国和世界文学史上享有盛名。他善于戏剧性地设计情节，埋下伏笔，作好铺垫，勾勒矛盾，最后在结尾处出现一个出人意料的结局，使读者感到豁然开朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案称奇。但由于作者写作速度快且多，这种手法运用过多过滥，不免使人感到有明显的雷同和公式化的弊端。
欧·亨利的作品在我国一直拥有广大读者。这次出版的《欧·亨利全集》重译了包括诗歌在内的全部作品。希望能给所有喜欢欧·亨利的读者提供一个最新、最全的版本，以便能够更加全面深刻地了解欧·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世纪末20世纪初的美国社会。
欧•亨利小说的主人公常常是社会的下层人物，诸如受人支使的店员、穷困潦倒的画匠、经济拮据的办事员、一筹莫展的医生、走投无路的小偷等等。脍炙人口的《最后一片叶子》则是描写了几个穷画家之间患难与共的感情故事，塑造了贝尔曼这个舍己为人的老画家的动人形象。
如果说贝尔曼是那堵松动残缺的砖墙，那么乔安西就像那依附在上面的藤枝；如果说贝尔曼是那株极老极老的常春藤，那么乔安西就是那藤上的一片叶子。
乔安西年轻的生命在风吹雨打的漫漫长夜中一点点被剥蚀，生命的火光在一点点微弱下去。哀莫大于心死，对这凄风苦雨的世界已不再抱希望的乔安西，把这最后一片藤叶作为自己生命的征兆，作为最后一丝与世界的微弱牵连，作为放弃生命的理由。她甚至等得心焦，想“像一片没有了生命力的败叶一样，往下飘”，飘向那未知的虚无，永久的黑暗。
贝尔曼是整篇小说的灵魂，但他在本来就篇幅颇短的小说中出场的次数极少。关于他的语言与行动有寥寥数笔，从几句对白中，可以看出这是一个脾气暴躁、性格直率的老人，“一双红眼睛正不停地流眼泪”。然而，就是他，成了乔安西与休易的保护神，他用生命换来的杰作，实现了他一生的夙愿。那“锯齿形边缘已经枯黄”的最后一片藤叶却“顽强地挂在离地面二十英尺高的一根枝上”。这不只是一片藤叶，它是老贝尔曼不死的生命的结晶，是乔安西与尘世和友情之间的联系，是这苦难的世界上穷人之间的一丝温情。慰藉了全世界最寂寞、最悲凉的一个“即将踏上黄泉路的人的心灵”，它经受了怒号的北风，倾泻的雨水。“乔安西躺在床上久久看着”，她没有理由再逃避，没有理由让自己本应年轻而旺盛的生命衰颓下去，“不知是怎么鬼使神差的，那片叶老掉不下来，可见我原来心绪不好。想死是罪过。”
那么，贝尔曼并没有死，他的灵魂，他的希望，他整个的生命之光全集结在这片叶子上了。这最后的一片叶子，这凄风苦雨中的叶子，也是贝尔曼颠沛流离坎坷一生的最后一个亮点。
小说的结尾突如其来却又在情理之中，作者并未正面描述贝尔曼用生命画出那片藤叶的场景，只是在结尾以休易之口转述。谜底一揭开，小说达到了高潮，但高潮即结尾，小说至此戛然而止。作者总是平平淡淡地娓娓而谈，如诉家常，既无跌宕起伏也无一波三折，一切都在情理之中缓缓进行，不动声色地向读者叙述一个故事。结尾时却重笔一戳，露出机关，使人恍然大悟，叹为观止。因为在前文中我们丝毫看不出老画家画叶救人的任何端倪，结尾却揭示出一个人生奇迹，作品潜在的艺术光彩奇迹般地闪耀出来，于平静中掀起波澜，兜笔转势。欧?亨利式的结尾的魅力恰在于此。回味全篇，老贝尔曼才是小说的主角，全篇的精神。
《最后一片叶子》另一显著的特色在于对“情节空白”的运用，老贝尔曼“画叶”的行动本应是作品关键所在，作者却没有实写。只有结尾处休易向读者简单透露了贝尔曼画藤叶而死的事实，但对他的具体行为却不着一笔，这样，在整篇小说的情节结构中留下了一大块空白，似乎缺少了对整篇小说因果链条的一个完整印象――作者没有讲述故事的“中间部分”――恰恰也是最重要的部分。这样，从接受美学角度讲，情节的创造、补充则需要文本的阅读者的继续完成。对于风雨之夜的情形，读者可以用自己的心灵去想象，去再造。这样，小说的表面情节逐渐淡化而退为内化，使表面的事件的前后衔接转而为心理感情的合理发展，对整部作品的合理解释不在于外部的单纯情节，而在于内部的情感情节，读者心灵的意象化，情感的形象化，使小说的情节更加丰富而理想化了。
出人意外而又慑人心魄的结局处理与对“情节空白”手法的运用，正是《最后一片叶子》的艺术匠心所在。
❽ 求一篇《麦琪的礼物》的英文梗概（包括人物、故事情节、意义、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《麦琪的礼物》的英文简介（包括人物、故事情节、意义、中心思想），急求，谢谢！
《麦琪的礼物》是美国著名文学家欧·亨利写的一篇短篇小说，它通过写在圣诞节前一天，一对小夫妻互赠礼物，结果阴差阳错，两人珍贵的礼物都变成了无用的东西，而他们却得到了比任何实物都宝贵的东西——爱，告诉人们尊重他人的爱，学会去爱他人，是人类文明的一个重要表现。
"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.
德拉将一头长发卖掉给丈夫祖传的金表配了表链，而丈夫吉姆却卖掉金表给德拉买了全套的梳子。悲剧式的情节让特定时代背景下夫妻之间的爱更加深刻。
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.