麦琪的礼物(英文版)
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译《麦琪的礼物》是一篇著名的短篇小说，它的原文是英文。
这篇小说描述了一个女孩麦琪如何通过自己的行动和决定，给她的朋友小史蒂文带来了一份珍贵的礼物。
下面我们来仔细分析一下这篇小说的原文及其翻译。
原文：Maggie and Pete were friends. They worked in the samestore and went to the same church. But Maggie and Pete did not see each other very often. Pete lived on the east side and Maggie lived on the west side of town.One Saturday in December, Maggie went shopping. She sawa little boy sitting on the curb. He was crying. Maggie knew the little boy. His name was Steven. She walked over to him."Steven, what's the matter?" she asked."I want a sled for Christmas," he said. "But my parents haveno money for toys."Maggie told him not to cry. "Santa Claus will bring you a sled," she said.But after she left the little boy, Maggie began to worry. Santa Claus would not bring Steven a sled if his parents had no money. Then, Maggie had an idea.She went to the store and found Pete. She asked him tomake a sled for Steven. Pete made sleds, and he had the tools to make one."I will pay you for the sled," Maggie said."No, I will not take any money," Pete said. "But you must do something for me.""What is it?" Maggie asked."Sing in the choir on Sunday," Pete said. "We need more singers."Maggie did not like to sing in the choir. But she wanted Steven to have a sled. On Sunday, she sang in the choir.After the services, Pete brought the sled to Maggie's house. "It's for Steven," he said, "Merry Christmas."On Christmas Day, Maggie went to see Steven. She watched him open his presents. Then, she took him outside. She showed him the sled. The little boy was very happy."Who gave it to me?" Steven asked."Santa Claus," Maggie said.翻译：麦琪和皮特是朋友。
麦琪的礼物_英文原文
THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit 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. Threetimes 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 gradually subsidingfrom 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 during 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. JamesDillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced 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 dully 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 hadbeen 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'sjewels 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 shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself 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 awhirl 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 thehashed 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 ofthem inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy ofThe 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 atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in placeof a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a littleto prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted thegas 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-lyingcurls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at herreflection 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. Butwhat 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 saton the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Thenshe 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 burdenedwith 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 tearsand 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 dull 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 duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of twofoolish 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.麦琪的礼物1一块八毛七分钱。
英语短剧(麦琪的礼物)中英文
The Gifts（麦琪的礼物）Mon.：Tomorrow will be Christmas. But Della feels very sad. Because she has no money to buy a present for her husband , Jim . She has only one dollar and eighty-seven cents .They have only 20 dollars a week, it doesn’t leave much for savin g.In fact, Della and Jim have two possessions in which they both take very great pride. One is Jim’s gold watch, which has been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other is Della’s long beautiful hair.旁白：明天是圣诞节，但是德拉觉得很难过，因为她无钱为她丈夫吉姆买一圣诞礼物，她只有1.87美元，他们一个月只有20美元的收入，那很难再从中省钱了。
事实上，德拉和吉姆有两件让他们引以为豪的宝贝，一件是吉姆的金表，那是从他祖父和父亲那里留传下来的，还有一件是德拉那一头棕发，又长又美丽。
D: Life is so hard for me. Though I saved the money for many months , I still have only one dollar and eighty seven cents.德拉：生活对我来说很困难，虽然我很多个月以前就开始存钱了，我仍然只有1.87美元。
D: I—- I—- I have to have my hair cut and sold it . In that way I can get some money and I can buy a beautiful present for Jim.德拉：我……我……我不得不剪了头发去卖掉，那样我就能得到一些钱去买礼物给吉姆了。
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译"麦琪的礼物"是一篇由奥亨·亨利（O. Henry）所写的短篇小说。
该小说讲述了一个叫做麦琪的女孩在圣诞节前夕所送给男友的礼物。
这个故事中有着许多反转，令人意料不到。
以下是本文对该小说的原文分析以及翻译。
原文：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 left 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 gradually 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 thereto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as 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 introduced 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 dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow 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 honour of being owned by Jim.Translation：只有一美元八十七美分，其中六十美分是用一两个硬币存下来的。
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麦琪的礼物 英文
麦琪的礼物英文The Gift of the MagiOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit 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 gradually 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 during 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 introduced 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 dully 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 dollarsa 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 nearto 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 pierglass 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 shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself 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 awhirlof 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 AllKiDella ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame,nds." One flight uplarge, 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 Jimdoesn'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 of saying a littlesilent 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 ofquail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expressionin them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentimentsthat she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly withthat 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 milliona 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 ofallthe comforting powers of the lord of the flat.et of combs, side and back, that Della For there lay The Combs--the shad 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 ofpossession. 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 then 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 dull 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 toget 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 duplication. 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 wiseof these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物英文版 The Gift of the Magi欧.亨利 O. Henry。
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译
麦琪的礼物原文以及翻译原文1 pieces of 8 hair 7, just a bit of money, which is 60 Fen minutes of the coin, a penny a penny in the grocery store owner, the vendors and the butcher Lailai hard, every time a hair with the smell of urine, the transaction is a deeply argue about little details. Della counted it three times, one dollar and seven cents, and the second day was christmas.In addition to flop down on the shabby little couch crying, obviously there is no other way.D do, but spiritual feeling arise spontaneously, life is cry sniffles and smiles withsniffles predominating.As the housewife gradually calmed down, lets take a look at the house. A furnished apartment house, rent eight dollars a week. Although it is difficult to describe, but it is really enough to help the word beggar.There is a mailbox downstairs in the doorway, which no letter, and an electric button from no one finger ring. Moreover, there is a name card, write James di - Han Lin yang.Dillingham this name is the owner of previous brilliance as a whim added, when he earned thirty dollars a week. Now, his income has shrunk to $twenty, Dillingham letters appear blurred,as though they were thinking seriously of a modest and unassuming practical letters D. However, when Mr. James Dillingham Jan, go upstairs, walked into the room upstairs, James de Han Lin - Mrs. Yang is just introduced to you as della is always called him Kim, and warmly embraced him. Of course, thats the best. Yes, Jim is so lucky!Della finished her cry to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a backyard in a gray cat walking a gray fence in. Tomorrow is Christmas. She has only one dollar and seven cents to buy a gift for Jim. She spent several months, and worked her way through the effort, and got the result. Twenty dollars a week is not long, so always spending more than budget. Only one yuan and seven gifts for Jim. Her Jim. She spent many a happy hour planning to send him a gift Kexin, a fine and rare and precious gift -- at least some match on all things just to Jim.There is a wall mirror between the two windows of the room. Maybe youve seen a wall mirror that costs eight dollars a week.A very small and dexterous person who, by observing himself in a series of longitudinal images, may have an approximate concept of his own appearance. Della slim, had mastered the art. Suddenly, she whirled round the window and stood in front ofthe wall mirror. Her eyes were sparkling, but in twenty seconds her face lost its luster. She split her hair so fast that she completely scattered it.Now, James Dillingham young couple each have a special pride. One is Jims gold watch, which was handed down by his grandfather to his father, and his father passed it on to Jiabao, while the other was Dellas hair. If the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the courtyard, one day Della would have let her hair hang down, dry out the window, to be cast into the shade of the Queens jewels; if his treasures piled up in the basement, Solomon Wang is the gatekeeper, when Jim walked in there, will touch the gold watch. Let the Solomon Wang beard from envy.At this moment, Dellas hair rippled around her, microwave and downs, shine, like the brown waterfall. Her hair is long and, like a piece of her robe. And then she nervously nervously combed her hair. Hesitated for a minute and stood still while splashed on the worn red carpet one or two drops of tears. She put on her old brown jacket, wearing old brown hat, eyes remain with tears, the skirt is placed, then out of the door, down the stairs to the street.She stopped before a sign, and said, Mrs. Alfonso F Roni, specializing in all kinds of hair.. Della ran up the stairspanting after a pause. The mast, the lady body is too pale, with Sofros stern manner, the title is irrelevant.Are you going to buy my hair? Della asked.I buy my hair, said madame. Take off your hat, and let me see the hair..The brown falls down rippled.Twenty dollars, said Madame, grabbing her hair as she was. Give me the money quickly, della said.Ah, the next two hours, like wings, flew happily past. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was rummaging through the shops to buy gifts for Jim.She finally found it. It must have been made for Jim. It was never meant for anybody else. She has searched the stores, where there is no such thing, a simple white gold bracelet with a carved. Just like all good things, it is only a matter of length, not a display of decoration. And its worthy of the gold watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must belong to all of Jim. It is like Jim himself, quiet and value -- the description applied to both. She bought it for twenty-one dollars, hurried home, leaving only seven cents. The gold watch, the chain, whether on any occasion, Jim can no kuise to look at the time. Even though the watch was gorgeous, because it used the oldbelt to represent the chain, he sometimes glanced furtively. After della came home, her ecstasy became a little cautious and sensible. She lit the gas and the hair pincers to repair for love and generosity to the destruction, it is always a very difficult task, dear friends -- a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with close lying curls that made her look like a schoolboy. She stared at herself in the mirror the old look, carefully and critically according to.If Jim looked at me not to kill my words, she automatic speaking, hell say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what can I do? - well, only one yuan and seven cents. What can I do?Seven oclock, she made the coffee, the pan on the hot stove, always do steak.Jim always goes home on time. Della held the silver chain in her hand and sat near the door on the corner of the table. Then she heard his footsteps on the stairs below, and she lost his face for a moment. She had a habit for the simplest everyday things and pray silently, at the moment, she whispered: please God, make him think I am still pretty.The door opened, and Jim stepped in and closed the door. Helooked thin and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two years old, and he was burdened with a family! He needs to buy a new coat, not even a glove.Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed on della, and his face made her unable to understand and make her hair stand on end. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, is not an expression of any she had expected. He just stared at della with his face in his face.Della wriggled, jumped down from the table and went over to him.Jim, dear, she cried, dont stare at me like that.. I cut off my hair and sold it. Because I didnt give you a present, I couldnt spend christmas. Hair will grow again - you dont mind, do you? Im not going to do that. My hair grows very fast. Say Merry Christmas! Jim, lets be happy. You cant guess what a nice gift I bought you - what a beautiful and delicate gift!Have you cut off your hair? Asked Jim slowly, he racked his brains did not seem to realize this obvious fact.Cut it off, della said. Anyway, dont you like me too? Without long hair, Im still me, right?Jim looked at the room curiously four times.Did you say your hair was gone? He asked, almost idiotic. Dont look for it, said della. Tell you, I sold it - sold it, no!. Its Christmas Eve, nice guy. Treat me well, its for you. Maybe my hair counts, she said, very softly, but nobody knows how much I love you.. I do steak, Jim?Jim seemed to wake up from a trance and put della in his arms. Now, dont worry, lets take ten seconds to think carefully about something unimportant from another angle. The rent is $eight a week, or $one million - whats the difference? A mathematician or a wit will give you the wrong answer. Maggie brings precious gifts, but its missing that thing. This obscure statement will be explained later.Jim took a small bag out of his coat pocket and threw it on the table.Dont make any mistake for me, Del, he said, no matter Haircut or a shave or a shampoo, I think there what can reduce a little bit of love for my wife. However, as long as you open the package you will see why you had me reckless.The white fingers cleverly untied the rope and opened the paper bag. And then there was a scream of rapture, oops! Suddenly became a female neurotic tears and crying, in urgent need of the owner of all the way to comfort.Or because the combs -- the set of combs on the table, side and back, everything. It was a long time ago that Della had seen and envied something in a window in broadway. These beautiful combs, pure tortoiseshell, xiangzhuo jewelry -- just the color of her lost hair match. She knew that the comb was too expensive, and she only admired it, but never thought of it. Now, all this belongs to her, but the beautiful long hair that has the qualifications to wear this coveted ornament has disappeared. However, she still hairbrush to her chest, took a moment to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: my hair grows so fast, Jim!Then, she looked like a scalded cat jumped up and cried, oh! Oh!Jim hasnt seen his beautiful gift yet. She can scarcely wait to open palm, stretched out in front of him, the dull precious metal seemed so bright.Is it beautiful, Jim? I searched all over the city to find it. Now, you can watch it one hundred times a day. Give me the watch, and Ill see what it looks like on the watch.Kim instead of obeying, but fell on the couch, his hands under his head and smiled.Del, he said, lets put aside the Christmas gifts and save itfor a while. They are so good that they are not suitable for use at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. Now, you do steak.As you all know, Maggie is a clever, intelligent person who brings gifts to Jesus who is born in a manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas gifts. Because they are smart people, there is no doubt that their gifts are smart gifts, and if you meet two things exactly the same, you may also have the right to exchange. Here, I have clumsily introduced you to two silly children living in an apartment suite, not surprisingly, they have unwisely sacrificed their most precious things for each other. But lets say the last word to the wise today, among all the gifts, the two are the wisest. Among all the gifts and gifts received, the two of them are the wisest. Wherever they are, theyre the smartest people.They are sages. .翻译1块8毛7，就这么些钱，其中六毛是一分一分的铜板，一个子儿一个子儿在杂货店老板、菜贩子和肉店老板那儿硬赖来的，每次闹得脸发臊，深感这种掂斤播两的交易实在丢人现眼。
【名著阅读】麦琪的礼物
【名著阅读】欧·亨利：麦琪的礼物The gift of the Magi 麦琪的礼物作者：欧·亨利译者：崔爽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 cheek 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.一块八毛七分钱。
全在这儿了。
其中六毛钱还是铜子儿凑起来的。
这些铜子儿是每次一个、两个向杂货铺、菜贩和肉店老板那儿死乞白赖地硬扣下来的；人家虽然没有明说，自己总觉得这种掂斤播两的交易未免太吝啬，当时脸都躁红了。
黛拉足足数了三遍。
数来数去还是一块八毛七分钱，明天就是圣诞节了。
There was clearly nothing left 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.显然，这时一个人能做的也只剩下扑倒在简陋的小沙发上号哭一场了吧。
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The Gift of the Magi①One 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(强迫;胁迫)the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony②that such close dealing implied.Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eightyeighty--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.③While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second,take a look at the home.④A furnished flat at$8per week.It did not exactly beggar description,but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.⑤In the vestibule(门厅;前厅)below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring⑥.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name"Mr.James Dillingham Young."⑦The"Dillingham"had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid$30per week.⑧Now,when the①麦琪（Magi，单数为Magus）：指圣婴基督出生时来自东方送礼的三贤人，载于《圣经·马太福音》第二章第一节和第七至第十三节。
②By...parsimony:by driving a hard bargain with the grocer,the vegetable man,and the butcher over every single cent,thus making one flush with shame for being so very stingy(吝啬的，小气的).Imputation[正式]罪名，污名。
parsimony n.吝啬，小气，不大方。
③Which...predominating:Which makes us spiritually aware of the fact that life is full of sobs,sniffles,and smiles,with sniffles being the most noticeable.Instigate v.(以行动)促使(某事发生)；发起。
'moral精神上的，心理上的，道义上的。
Sniffle n.抽鼻子(声)。
④While...home:While Della's sobs are gradually turning into sniffles,let us take a look at her home.Sub'side n.(ofa feeling,pain,sound,etc.)gradually become less and then stop.⑤The flat was almost too wretched for words to describe.The phrase"to beggar description"means to cause one's resources of description to seem poor and inadequate.mendicancy squad乞丐帮。
⑥Which...ring:no one could get a ring by pressing the electric button;obviously,the doorbell had long been out of order.Mortal:人的；人类的。
⑦Also...young:Close to the doorbell there was also a card with the name"Mr.James Dillingham Young"written on it.Appertain(to):属于；和……有关。
Thereunto ad.到那里；向那里。
⑧The...week:The middle name"Dillingham"had been put on display on the name card during a time when Jim was better-off with a weekly wage of$30.Flung to the breezeincome was shrunk to$20,though,they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming(谦逊的)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 introduced 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 dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard.Tomorrow would be Christmas Day,and she had only$1.87with 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$1.87to 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(品格优秀的)--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.⑨There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room.Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an$8flat.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.Now⑩,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 see⑨something...Jim:something that comes a little closer to deserving the great privilege of belonging to Jim.⑩Now:Here the adverb"now"is used to get somebody's attention or to introduce a new subject or statement.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 hat11.With a whirl(回转) 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(恢复镇定)herself,panting. Madame,large,too white,chilly,hardly looked the"Sofronie."12"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.13Forget the hashed metaphor.She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.S he 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 ornamentation14--as all good things should do.It was even worthy of The Watch.As soon as she saw it she11On...hat:She put on her old brown jacket;she put on her old brown hat.Note that this kind of sentence structure is adopted for lyrical effect.12Madame..."Sofronie":Madame Sofronie was heavily-built,pale-looking,and friendly,entirely different from what her name suggested.13And...wings:and time flew by for the next two hours as if it had got wings on it.What is implied is that Della was so absorbed in trying to find the right kind of Christmas present for husband that she was not conscious of the passing of time.14Properly...ornamentation:showing its true value by itself with no superficial decoration at all.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 the87cents.With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company.15Grand 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 girl16.But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"At7o'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.pany:With the platinum fob(白金链带)chain to match his gold watch,Jim would be eager to showoff his watch in the presence of anybody.16A Coney Island chorus girl:a female singer in a chorus performing(合唱表演)in the amusement park on Coney Island.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(明显的)fact yet even after the hardest mental labor17."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 on18.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.bor:As if he could not understand the plain fact his wife's hair was gone.18The...on:What we have been discussing is not included in the gifts brought by the Magi.This point may sound difficult to understand,but I will make it clear later on."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 first19."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 flat20.For there lay The Combs--the set of combs,side and back21,that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window22.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(女人的长发)that should have adorned the coveted adornments(令人羡慕的装饰品)were gone23.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 dull 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.19But...first:But once you open the package,you will understand why you made me so puzzled and astonished in the first place.20Necessitating...flat:making it necessary for Jim to try by all possible means to comfort her.21The...back:the complete set of combs for decorating the hair both on the side and at the back of the head.22In...window:in a shop window on Broadway(百老汇)--a famous street in the centre of New York City,nowwell-known for its theatre industry.23But...gone:But Della's beautiful long hair,which should have decorated the desirable combs,was gone."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 w"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."men--who brought The magi,as you know,were wise men--wonderfully wise mengifts 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 duplication.And here I have lamely(蹩脚地；差劲地)related to you the uneventful chronicle(平淡的叙述)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 f all who give and receive gifts,such as they are wisest.Everywhere they are wisest.They are the magimagi..注释：美国最著名短篇小说家之——欧·亨利（O.Henry），曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。