The Last Leaf
最后一片叶子The Last Leaf 赏析
最后一片叶子The Last Leaf 赏析【摘要】美国著名短篇小说家欧·亨利《最后一片叶子》描写了一个已经濒于死亡的贫穷女画家乔安西因为一片永不凋落的常春藤叶而恢复健康的离奇故事，塑造了一个命运不济，但品德高尚的老画家贝尔门的形象，歌颂了他舍己为人的崇高精神，从而唱出了一曲生命与希望的赞歌，歌颂了人性的美与善。
《最后一片叶子》作为欧·亨利的代表作，充分体现了这位“世界短篇小说之王”的创作特色。
文中作者着力挖掘和赞美小人物的伟大人格和高尚品德，展示他们向往人性世界的美好愿望The Novel "The Last Leaf" is about a young girl decides that she will die when the last leaf drops from a dying vine outside her window, as lingering pneumonia slowly takes her will to live. Her neighbor, Art Carney, is an elderly artist frustrated by his inability to paint what is in his heart. In an attempt to save the young girl, he creates the masterpiece he has been struggling to paint. A beautifully shot and moving story. This excellent short novel is my favorite story. Art Carney does a great job, although his character is French in this version, as opposed to the German character in the book. and just like the book,it truly touched the heart of its reader.【关键词】生命；希望；赞歌；一、希望的使者“当最后一片叶子落下时，生命就都结束了，我也得离开这个世界而去了”，女画家乔安西，患了肺炎濒临大限时，丧失了生的希望，她天天躺在床上望着窗外长春藤上的叶子想：等到最后一片叶子凋零时，我的生命也就走到了尽头。
最后一片叶子The-Last-Leaf-赏析
最后一片叶子The-Last-Leaf-赏析
《The Last Leaf》是美国著名作家奥恩斯坦伯格创作的美丽感人的短篇小说。
乔瓦
尼（Johnsy）是一位很有天赋的艺术家，但是在秋日中患上恶劣的肺病，体重急剧减轻，
急需抢救。
不久，她的生命垂危，她定义了一个游戏，他说第一片枯黄的叶子从枝头掉下
来她就会离开人世。
格伦（Behme）是一个年遽长老，他对乔瓦尼极为关心。
当他看到乔瓦尼这样迟期把
临终之交，心里孤寂而震动。
夜里，他独自去散步，就像在接受抗争的考验。
夜晚，他偷
偷爬到楼上，用他的老手拼拼凑凑描绘出一片绿叶，藏在乔瓦尼的窗外，并献给她。
当乔瓦尼从绝病中苏醒，她惊叹窗外一片翠绿叶子，而这片绿叶不仅意味着她的生命
即将延续，更代表了格伦对他的无私付出。
从《The Last Leaf》我们可以感受到作者给我们传达出来的含义：勇敢地面对挫折，勇往直前，克服困境，积极面对生活，不断努力，永不放弃，不要轻言放弃。
最后，《The Last Leaf》向我们展示了无私的爱，让我们见证了爱的奇妙与力量。
无论一个人处于怎样的境况，都可以带来爱的温暖和模范的精神。
【英文原版小说】欧·亨利短篇小说-TheLastLeaf最后一片叶子
The Last Leaf最后一片叶子IIn a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'h?te of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers.Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, grey eyebrow."She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well.Has she anything on her mind?""She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue."Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?""A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.""Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward."Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away.An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks."What is it, dear?" asked Sue."Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy.There goes another one. There are only five left now.""Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie.""Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?""Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too.""Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.""Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly."I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves.""Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.""Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings."Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy.""She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet.""You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade."Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.Wearily Sue obeyed.But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground."It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time.""Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to itsstem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves. When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.The ivy leaf was still there.Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove."I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."And hour later she said:"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. "Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all."I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。
thelastleaf原文及翻译
"The Last Leaf" 原文：In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account! So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art world moved one day from its cramped quarters in the uptown region of New York.Wanderers who come here in autumn evenings, when the "SLIP" streets are bright with yellow, orange, and red leaves, move through the "PLACES," themselves, their faces painted in the blue dusk.For the past week the doctor had been coming to the studio in the mornings and evenings. She had been quite sure that she would see the old painter today, death having been so long delayed, had made her more doubtful.The old man was expected too die since a long time, but he had not yet given up hope. When the last ivy leaf falls from the vine, the old man will die. The artist girl had told him about the ivy leaf, just before they had first met.The next morning, the painter didn't answer the door when the doctor came by. She went in and found him on the bed, dead. There was only one ivy leaf left on the vine outside the window.在华盛顿广场以西的一个小区里，街道都跑偏了，弯曲成一些叫做“地方”的小条。
Unit8LiteratureLesson1TheLastLeaf教学设计-高二下学期英语北师大版选
北师大版（2019）选择性必修第三册Unit 8 LiteratureLesson 1 The Last Leaf教材分析：《北师大版（2019）选择性必修第三册Unit 8 Literature Lesson 1 The Last Leaf》是高二英语课本中的一节课程，教材主要讲述了美国作家奧·亨利的短篇小说《最后一片叶子》。
这个故事以20世纪初纽约一个贫困画家约翰尼和他的女友苏尼为主要人物，通过描写外面正在飘落的秋叶，以及苏尼因身患重病而丧失信心，约翰尼坚持在苏尼面前画一幅假叶子，给她带来希望与力量的故事。
教学目标：1.阅读并理解短篇小说《最后一片叶子》的主要内容和情感表达。
2.学习并掌握本课所涉及的词汇、词组和句型。
3.培养学生阅读理解、口头表达、写作等综合语言运用能力。
教学重点：1.理解短篇小说的主要内容和情感表达。
2.掌握本课所涉及的词汇、词组和句型。
教学难点：1.理解短篇小说中的隐含含义和情感表达。
2.运用所学知识进行口头和书面表达。
学情分析：学生是高二年级的学生，学习英语已有一定的基础，能够理解简单的英语文章和对话。
他们具有较强的阅读和听力能力，但在写作和口语表达方面可能存在一些困难。
教学策略：1.激发学生学习兴趣，提高学习积极性，可通过介绍奧·亨利的作品和故事背景，引发学生对小说的兴趣。
2.重点培养学生的阅读理解能力和文学鉴赏能力，可引导学生进行分组阅读，提供相关问题进行讨论。
3.通过情感教育引导学生认识到希望与坚持的重要性，激发他们的积极向上的情感。
教学方法：1.任务型教学法：以学生为主体，设计多个任务，让学生通过阅读、讨论和表达来完成任务。
2.学生中心的教学法：注重培养学生的自主学习能力，通过小组讨论和合作学习，让学生在互动中掌握知识和技能。
3.多媒体教学法：利用多媒体教学手段，如图片、音频等来呈现教材内容，提高学生的学习兴趣和理解能力。
导入环节（约5分钟）：教学内容：介绍故事背景，引入主题教学活动：组织学生回忆上一课《浪漫的爱情故事》中Bill 和Sue的故事。
高中英语thelastleaf续写范文
高中英语thelastleaf续写范文全文共6篇示例，供读者参考篇1Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Sally who lived in a tiny village. Sally loved to read stories, and her favorite one was "The Last Leaf" which she had read in her English class. She was so fascinated by the story that she decided to write her own continuation of it. Here is Sally's version of "The Last Leaf" sequel:After the last leaf fell from the tree, the old artist Johnsy, who had been sick, miraculously started to get better. She was amazed by the sight of the last leaf clinging to the tree, and it gave her hope and strength to fight her illness. With the help of her friend Sue and the mysterious old leaf, Johnsy slowly regained her health and vitality.One day, as Johnsy was resting under the tree, she noticed a young girl standing nearby. The girl introduced herself as Lily, a fellow artist who had come to the village to seek inspiration for her paintings. Lily was so moved by Johnsy's story and the symbolism of the last leaf that she decided to paint a portrait ofthe old artist with the tree in the background. The painting captured the essence of hope and resilience, and it became famous in the art world.As time passed, Johnsy and Lily became close friends, and they continued to create beautiful artwork together. The last leaf on the tree became a symbol of their friendship and the power of art to heal and inspire. The villagers admired their work and the story behind it, and they often visited the tree to reflect on the message of hope and perseverance.In the end, Sally concluded her story by writing, "And so, the last leaf remained on the tree, a reminder of the miraculous healing power of love, friendship, and art. And as the sun set on the village, the tree stood tall and proud, its branches reaching towards the sky, a beacon of hope for all who passed by." Sally felt proud of her story and hoped that it would inspire others to believe in the magic of the last leaf.篇2Once upon a time, there was a girl named Sue who lived in a small town. She had heard the story of the last leaf from her grandma, and she was always fascinated by it. So one day, shedecided to go to the old building where the leaf was painted to see if it was still there.When she arrived, she saw that the leaf was indeed still there, but it looked wilted and fragile. Sue felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but she remembered the words of her grandma: "Sometimes, even the smallest things can make a big difference."With that thought in mind, Sue decided to take care of the last leaf. She watered it, talked to it, and even sang to it. And to her surprise, the leaf started to regain its color and strength. Sue was overjoyed and felt a sense of accomplishment.One day, a storm hit the town, and the wind was so strong that the tree where the last leaf was hanging started to sway dangerously. Sue was terrified that the leaf would fall off and the magic would be broken. But just then, a miracle happened - the leaf held on tightly, as if it knew how important it was to Sue.From that day on, the last leaf became a symbol of hope and perseverance for the town. People would come from far and wide to see it and be inspired by its story. And Sue realized that sometimes, all it takes is a little love and care to make something beautiful again.And so, the last leaf continued to shine brightly, reminding everyone that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope. Sue smiled as she looked at the leaf, knowing that it would always be there to guide her through the storm.篇3Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Sally who lived in a small town. She loved to draw and paint, and she had a dream of becoming a famous artist one day. One day, Sally's teacher assigned her to read a short story called "The Last Leaf" for her English class. Sally was immediately drawn to the story and its characters, and she couldn't wait to find out what happened next.In the story, two artists, Johnsy and Behrman, lived in the same building in Greenwich Village. Johnsy fell ill with pneumonia, and she believed that she would die when the last leaf on the vine outside her window fell. Behrman, a struggling artist, decided to save Johnsy by painting a leaf on the wall outside her window. The sight of the leaf gave Johnsy hope, and she eventually recovered.Inspired by the story, Sally decided to create her own painting of a leaf to hang in her bedroom. She spent hoursworking on the painting, using all the colors of the rainbow to make it as beautiful as possible. When she finished, she hung the painting on her wall and admired it proudly.Days turned into weeks, and Sally's painting of the leaf became a symbol of hope and inspiration for everyone who saw it. People from all over the town came to see the painting and hear Sally's story. Sally was thrilled to see how her art had touched so many lives, and she knew that she was one step closer to achieving her dream of becoming a famous artist.As time passed, Sally's painting of the leaf began to fade and wither, just like the last leaf in the story. But Sally wasn't worried. She knew that the beauty of her art would live on forever in the hearts of those who had seen it.And so, Sally's painting of the leaf became a symbol of hope and resilience, just like the last leaf in the story. Sally never forgot the lesson she had learned from "The Last Leaf" – that even the smallest act of kindness can make a big difference in the world.From that day on, Sally continued to create art that inspired and uplifted others, knowing that her dream of becoming a famous artist was closer than ever. And as she looked out her window at the leafy trees swaying in the breeze, she knew that her own story was just beginning.篇4Once upon a time, there were three best friends named Susan, Lily, and Amy. They all went to the same high school and spent all their free time together. One day, their English teacher assigned them a project to read the short story "The Last Leaf" by O. Henry and write a continuation of the story.Susan, Lily, and Amy were excited about the project and decided to work on it together at Susan's house. They read the original story and discussed how they could continue it. They came up with the idea that Johnsy, one of the characters in the story, would wake up the next day feeling better and grateful for the last leaf that saved her life.As they wrote the continuation of the story, they added new characters and plot twists to make it more interesting. They included a mysterious artist who painted the last leaf on the wall, and a kind neighbor who helped Johnsy recover.After many hours of brainstorming and writing, Susan, Lily, and Amy finally finished their project. They presented it to their English teacher, who was impressed with their creativity and teamwork. The three friends felt proud of their work and learned the importance of friendship and cooperation.In the end, Susan, Lily, and Amy realized that just like the last leaf in the story, their friendship was precious and would always be there to support and guide them through any challenges they faced. And so, they lived happily ever after, knowing that they had each other's backs no matter what.篇5Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Sally who lived in a small town. She loved painting and often spent her days in the park with her best friend, Lily. One day, Sally heard about a famous artist named Mr. Hemingway who had painted a beautiful mural in the town square.Sally was inspired by Mr. Hemingway's work and decided to paint a mural of her own. She spent days working on the mural, pouring her heart and soul into every brushstroke. When she finally finished, the mural was a masterpiece, filled with vibrant colors and intricate details.But just as Sally was admiring her work, a strong gust of wind blew through the park, causing the mural to flutter and tear. Sally was heartbroken, tears streaming down her face. She felt like all her hard work had been for nothing.Lily, seeing her friend's distress, comforted Sally and reminded her of the story of the last leaf. She told Sally how a single leaf had saved a man's life, giving him hope and strength to carry on.Inspired by Lily's words, Sally picked up her paintbrush and began to repair the mural. She worked tirelessly, adding new touches and fixing the torn parts. And as she painted, she realized that the true beauty of art lies not in its perfection, but in the passion and love that goes into creating it.In the end, Sally's mural was even more stunning than before, a testament to her dedication and perseverance. The townspeople marveled at her talent and praised her for her hard work. And Sally, with a smile on her face, knew that she had found her own last leaf – a symbol of hope and resilience in the face of adversity. The end.篇6Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Sally who lived in a small town. She loved reading books and learning new things. One day, her English teacher gave her a special assignment to write a continuation of the famous story "The LastLeaf" by O. Henry. Sally was excited and immediately got to work.In the original story, the protagonist, Johnsy, falls ill with pneumonia and believes that she will die when the last leaf falls from a vine outside her window. However, the leaf never falls because an old artist named Behrman paints it to save her life.In Sally's continuation of the story, she imagined that Johnsy recovered from her illness and thanked Behrman for saving her life. The two of them became great friends and spent hours talking and painting together. Behrman taught Johnsy to appreciate the beauty of life and nature, and Johnsy taught Behrman to see the world through her eyes.As the days passed, the vine outside Johnsy's window bloomed with new leaves, symbolizing the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Together, they created beautiful works of art that inspired everyone in the town. Sally's English teacher was so impressed with her continuation of the story that she shared it with the whole class and encouraged them to believe in the power of friendship and creativity.And so, Sally's imagination brought joy and inspiration to everyone who read her story, proving that a little girl's words could have a big impact on the world. The end.。
the last leaf续写英语作文
the last leaf续写英语作文The last leafIt was a cold and dreary autumn, the kind that seemed to suck the joy out of everything. 这是一个寒冷而沉闷的秋天，这种秋天似乎把一切的快乐都吸走了。
In the heart of the city, there stood a small apartment building, where two young artists lived. 在城市的中心地带，有一幢小公寓楼，住着两位年轻的艺术家。
John and Sarah had dreams of making it big in the art world, but as the days grew shorter and the leaves began to fall, their spirits waned. 约翰和莎拉梦想着在艺术世界大放异彩，但随着白天变短，树叶开始落下，他们的精神也消磨殆尽。
One day, Sarah fell ill with a severe fever, and her condition worsened as the days passed. 一天，莎拉患上了重病发高烧，随着日子一天天过去，她的病情变得更加严重。
John stayed by her side, feeling helpless as he watched her grow weaker each day. 约翰守在她身边，感到无助，看着她每天都变得更加虚弱。
Meanwhile, outside their window, there was one lone leaf that refused to fall. 与此同时，在他们的窗外，有一片孤独的叶子拒绝了落下。
John couldn't help but be drawn to it, watching it cling to the branch with a tenacity that mirrored his own struggle to hold onto hope. 约翰不禁被它所吸引，看着它顽强地紧紧抓住树枝，这与他自己抓住希望的斗争相映成趣。
The_last_leaf(最后一片叶子中文翻译)
The last leaf中文译文注：这是欧·亨利小说原文的中文译文，仅供参考。
在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。
这些“胡同”稀奇古怪地拐着弯子。
一条街有时自己本身就交叉了不止一次。
有一回一个画家发现这条街有一种优越性：要是有个收帐的跑到这条街上，来催要颜料、纸张和画布的钱，他就会突然发现自己两手空空，原路返回，一文钱的帐也没有要到！所以，不久之后不少画家就摸索到这个古色古香的老格林尼治村来，寻求朝北的窗户、18世纪的尖顶山墙、荷兰式的阁楼，以及低廉的房租。
然后，他们又从第六街买来一些蜡酒杯和一两只火锅，这里便成了“艺术区”。
苏和琼西的画室设在一所又宽又矮的三层楼砖房的顶楼上。
“琼西”是琼娜的爱称。
她俩一个来自缅因州，一个是加利福尼亚州人。
她们是在第八街的“台尔蒙尼歌之家”吃份饭时碰到的，她们发现彼此对艺术、生菜色拉和时装的爱好非常一致，便合租了那间画室。
那是5月里的事。
到了11月，一个冷酷的、肉眼看不见的、医生们叫做“肺炎”的不速之客，在艺术区里悄悄地游荡，用他冰冷的手指头这里碰一下那里碰一下。
在广场东头，这个破坏者明目张胆地踏着大步，一下子就击倒几十个受害者，可是在迷宫一样、狭窄而铺满青苔的“胡同”里，他的步伐就慢了下来。
肺炎先生不是一个你们心目中行侠仗义的老的绅士。
一个身子单薄，被加利福尼亚州的西风刮得没有血色的弱女子，本来不应该是这个有着红拳头的、呼吸急促的老家伙打击的对象。
然而，琼西却遭到了打击；她躺在一张油漆过的铁床上，一动也不动，凝望着小小的荷兰式玻璃窗外对面砖房的空墙。
一天早晨，那个忙碌的医生扬了扬他那毛茸茸的灰白色眉毛，把苏叫到外边的走廊上。
“我看，她的病只有十分之一的恢复希望，”他一面把体温表里的水银柱甩下去，一面说，“这一分希望就是她想要活下去的念头。
有些人好像不愿意活下去，喜欢照顾殡仪馆的生意，简直让整个医药界都无能为力。
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The Last Leaf(红色为对话，蓝色为旁白，黑字为翻译)人物:医生、约翰西(Johnsy)、苏(Sue/Sudie)、贝尔曼(Behrman)Johnsy was among his victims .She lay,scarcely moving on herbed ,looking through the small window at the black side of the next brick house.她病倒了，躺在床上几乎一动不动，小窗望着隔壁砖房那单调沉闷的侧墙。
One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a bushy,gray eyebrow.一天上午，忙碌的医生扬了扬灰白的浓眉，示意苏到过道上来。
“She has one chance in ten .”he said.”And that chance is for her towant to live.Your little lady has made up her mind that she’s not going toget well.Has she anything on her mind?” “她只有一成希望，”他说。
“那还得看她自己是不是想活下去。
你这位女朋友已经下决心不想好了。
她有什么心事吗?”“She__she want to paint the Bay of Naples some day,”said Sue. “她——她想有一天能去画那不勒斯湾，”苏说。
“Paint?__bosh!Has she anything on her mind worth think twice__a man.Fo r instance?” “画画?——得了。
她有没有别的事值得她留恋的——比如说，一个男人?”“A man ?”said Sue. “Is a man worth__but,no,doctor;there isnothing of the kind.”“男人?”苏说。
“难道一个男人就值得——可是，她没有啊，大夫，没有这码子事。
”“Well.”said the doctor. “I will do that science canaccomplish .But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 percent from the curative power of medicines.”“好吧，”大夫说。
“我会尽一切努力，只要是科学能做到的。
可是，但凡病人开始计算她出殡的行列里有几辆马车的时候，我就要把医药的疗效减去一半。
”After the doctor had gone Sue went the workroom and cried, Then she marched into Johnsy’s room with her drawing board,whistling a merry tune.大夫走后，苏去工作室哭了一场。
随后她携着画板大步走进约翰西的房间，口里吹着轻快的口哨。
Johnsy lay,scarcely making a movement under the bedclothes,with her face toward the window,She was looking out and counting __counting backward.约翰西躺在被子下几乎一动不动，脸朝着窗。
她望着窗外，数着数——倒数着数!“Twelve,”she said,and a little later “eleven”;and then“ten,”and“nine”;and then “eight”and “seven,”almost together. “12，”她数道，过了一会儿“11”，接着数“10'’和“9”;再数“8”和“7”，几乎同时数下来。
Sue looked out of the window.What was there to count?there was only a bare,dreary yard to be seen,and the black side of the brick house twenty feet away.An old ,old ivy vine climbed half way up the brick wall.The cold breath of autumn had blown away its leaves,leaving it almost bare.苏朝窗外望去。
外面有什么好数的呢?外面只看到一个空荡荡的沉闷的院子，还有20英尺开外那砖房的侧墙，上面什么也没有。
一棵古老的常青藤爬到半墙高。
萧瑟秋风吹落了枝叶，藤上几乎光秃秃的。
“Six,”said Johnsy,in almost a whisper. “They’re falling faster now.Three days ago there were almost a hundred.It made my headache to count them.But now it’s easy. There goes another one.There are only five left now.”“6，”约翰西数着，声音几乎听不出来。
“现在叶子掉落得快多了。
三天前差不多还有100片。
数得我头都疼。
可现在容易了。
又掉了一片。
这下子只剩5片了。
”“five what,dear?’“5片什么，亲爱的?”“Leaves. On the ivy vine.When the last one falls I mustgo,too.I’veknown that foe three days. Didn’t the doctor tell you?”“叶子。
常青藤上的叶子。
等最后一片叶子掉了，我也就得走了。
三天前我就知道会这样。
大夫没跟你说吗?”“Oh,I never heard of such nonsense. What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well?Don’t be so silly.Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well soon were ten to one !Try to take some soup now,and let Sudie go and buy port wine for her child.”“噢，我从没听说过这种胡说八道。
常青藤叶子跟你病好不好有什么关系?别这么傻。
对了，大夫上午跟我说，你的病十有八九就快好了。
快喝些汤，让苏迪给她生病的孩子去买些波尔图葡萄酒来。
”“You needn’t get any more wine,”said Johnsy,keeping her ey esfixedout the window.” “There goes anther.No,I don’t want any soup. Thatleaves just four .I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark.Then I’llgo,too.I’m tired of waiting.I’m tired of thinking.I want to turn loose my hold on everything,and go sailing down,just like of thosepoor ,tired leaves.” “你不用再去买酒了，”约翰西说道，两眼一直盯着窗外。
“又掉了一片。
不，我不想喝汤。
这一下只剩下4片了。
我要在天黑前看到最后一片叶子掉落。
那时我也就跟着走了。
我都等腻了。
也想腻了。
我只想撇开一切，飘然而去，;就像那边千片可怜的疲倦的叶子“Try to sleep,”said Sue,”I must call Behrman up to be my modleforthe old min er ,I’ll not be gone a minute.” “快睡吧，”苏说。
“我得叫贝尔曼上楼来给我当老矿工模特儿。
我去去就来。
”Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them.He was past sixty and had a long white heard curling down over his chest.Despite looking the part,Behrman was a failure in art. For forty years he had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it.He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists who could not pay the price of a professional ,He drank gin to excess,and still talked of his coming masterpiece.For the rest he was a pierce little old man ,who mocked terribly at softness in any one,and who regard himself as guard dog to the two young artists in the studio above. 老贝尔曼是住在两人楼下底层的一个画家。
他已年过六旬，银白色蜷曲的长髯披挂胸前。
贝尔曼看上去挺像艺术家，但在艺术上却没有什么成就。
40年来他一直想创作一幅传世之作，却始终没能动手。
他给那些请不起职业模特的青年画家当模特挣点小钱。
他没节制地喝酒，谈论着他那即将问世的不朽之作。
要说其他方面，他是个好斗的小老头，要是谁表现出一点软弱，他便大肆嘲笑，并把自己看成是楼上画室里两位年轻艺术家的看护人。