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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: “Mme. 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 of saying a 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 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 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. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
㈡ 读《麦琪的礼物》有感
读《麦琪的礼物》有感1
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利写的一篇有趣的文章。它主要讲述了圣诞节的前一天，住在公寓里的贫穷的德拉想给丈夫吉姆一个惊喜，可是她只有一元八角七，她知道这点钱根本不够买什么好的礼物，于是她把引以自豪的褐色瀑布似的秀发剪下来，卖了，换来了20美元。找遍了各家商店，德拉花去21美元，终于买到一条朴素的白金表链，这可以配上吉姆的那块金表。而吉姆也想给老婆一个惊喜，他同样卖掉了引以自豪的金表，买了德拉羡慕渴望已久的全套漂亮的梳子作圣诞礼物。
从这篇文章里，虽然表面上看他们极不明智地为了对方而牺牲了他们家各自最宝贵的东西，但我深深地感到，他们彼此深爱着对方。他们能牺牲自己最贵重的物品，为的是给对方买来最好的礼物。可是双方卖掉了自己贵重的物品，那么对方的礼物已经不适合自己了，而他们做这些事的时候，都是为了对方着想，根本没有考虑自己。正是因为他们互相爱着，而且是深深地爱着对方，才会有这样有趣的结局。
读完这篇文章，我懂得了我们要去关爱别人，这样别人才会爱我们，正是有了爱，人与人之间才会相互理解，人与人之间才有温情。人与动物之间也是因为有了爱，动物才会信任人类，不伤害人类，与人类和平相处。爱的力量真的是很伟大的，有一首歌里面就唱到了：只要人人都献出一点爱，世界将变成美好的人间。在去年印度洋海啸发生的时候，就有全世界各国的人民伸出援助之手，捐款捐物帮助受难的灾民重建家园，使失散的亲人团聚，从这件事中，我感受到了各国人民之间的纯洁友谊。我相信：只要我们心中充满爱，我们的世界会有更加美好的明天!
读《麦琪的礼物》有感2
《麦琪的礼物》是美国的短篇小说家欧享利在监狱中所写，他想给他的女儿买礼物，于是写了这篇小说赚取稿费。
《麦琪的礼物》讲了德拉和吉姆他们各自失去了一件引以为豪的东西，但是他们却获得了对方最真挚的爱。
假如当你为某个人或某件事失去了一件东西的时候，你也一定会有意想不到的收获；假如你的心里总会为别人着想，总把别人的利益放在第一位，你也会有意想不到的收获。德拉和吉姆同时都是为了自己最爱的人，失去了自身最宝贵的东西，他们就都成为了这样的人。所在，在生活中，金钱、名利等不是最重要的。你在危难中有人肯帮助你，这才是你生命中的好朋友。在生活中为别人付出的人，才是最值得敬佩的人。
你看，清洁工比任何人起得早、睡得晚，只为给别人一个干净的马路，给别人一个舒适的心情，他们总是在默默无闻地打扫街道。虽然，他们干的事情微不足道，但正是这些微不足道的小事情，让人们会对他们油然而生一种敬意，他们也是最值得人们敬佩的，人们也对他们充满敬佩。
只要是从身边的小事做起、只要你一直在奉献、只要你一直在为别人着想，你也会像德拉和吉姆一样富有。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感3
《麦琪的礼物》讲述了一个这样的故事：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。而丈夫出于同样目的，卖掉了祖传的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。 日记
读完之后，我深有感触：一对并不富有的夫妇，却能在平凡的一天做出这样一件不平凡的事情：为对方着想，完全不顾自己。正是因为他们互相爱着对方，所以才会做出这样不平凡的事情。相比之下，我为别人付出的又有多少呢？在生活中，我总是为了一点小纠纷，与别人针锋相对，斤斤计较，最后得不偿失，反而坏了信誉，我何不学学他们，互相关心，又有什么不好呢？我应该认真反思自己。
“爱人者人恒爱之”，只有互相关心、互相关爱，为他人着想，世界才不会这么冷漠、无情了。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感4
今天，老师推荐《起码的礼数》这篇文章给我们阅读。“礼数”这个词，我是第一次在文章里用。但它却贯穿着我中华五千年的文明，是我们为人处世的准则之一。
翻开《汉语词典》，礼数的解释是：礼貌；礼节：礼仪的等级、规则。有句话我们经常听到：“来而不往，非礼也。”其实整句话是“礼尚往来。往而不来，非礼也；来而不往，亦非礼也。”出自《礼记。曲礼上》。孟子的《孟子。离娄下》曰：君子以仁存心，以礼存心：仁者爱人，有礼者敬人。爱人者人恒爱之，敬人者人恒敬之。意思是君子内心所怀的念头是仁，是礼。仁爱的人爱别人，礼让的人尊敬别人。爱别人的人，别人也经常爱他；尊敬别人的人，别人也经常尊敬他。读《起码的礼数》，我想我和作者的感受是一样的：失望！文中所提到的两个主人公都是受了别人的帮助后，不要说是回报了就是简单的消息回馈都没有，礼数尽失。
前几个星期，同学找我去画展。当我站在公交车上悠闲地望着窗外的街景时。忽然听到一道银铃般的声音，说：“老爷爷，你过来坐我这吧。”我收回望着窗外的视线，寻找那声音。原来是一个大概三、四岁的小男孩正给一位八十岁上下的老爷爷让座。当那位老爷爷做到位子上时，车上所有人都把赞许的目光投向小男孩！我想：“这个小不点真行！酷！”她不仅讲礼貌，而且合了礼数。《弟子规》曰：“长者立幼勿坐长者坐命乃坐”。
孩子都能让座，某些大人的表现呢？前几天，我在日报上看到了一篇让我汗颜的报道。一位老人在地铁上要求一位中年人给他让座并拿出老人证他看。但中年人却说：“你想我把位置让给你，凭什么！”老人不听坚持要他让座。到最后发展到互殴，场面真是惨烈的很，中年人的一只耳朵还让老人咬伤了，身上、地上都是血！我想：“不就一个座位吗，何必呢，用得着这样。真是无语到极点。”他们的行为就是不讲礼貌，不讲礼数。
我们中学生是中国文化、美德的传承者。要讲礼貌，行礼数。在家要孝顺父母，在校尊敬老师，在外礼貌待人。才不愧是中华一员。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感5
不知是在什么时候，在我的床头柜上出现了一本书，本着好奇心我拿起来看了一下，题目是《欧·亨利短篇小说精逊，想想我已经没书可以看了，就翻开了它。
这里面的第一篇就是《麦琪的礼物》，本片的开头就说明了吉姆家的贫穷，而德拉却想在圣诞节给吉姆买一件精致、珍奇而真有价值的礼物，但是她省很久才省下了一块八毛七分钱，完全不够买那件礼物，德拉很苦恼，之后她做出了一个重大的决定--将两人引以为傲的她的头发卖掉！
我记得文中是这样描述的：“且说，詹姆斯·迪林汉·扬夫妇有两样东西特别引为自豪，一样是吉姆家三代祖传的金表，另一样是德拉的头发。如果示巴女王住在天井对面的公寓里，德拉总有一天会把她的头发选在窗外去晾干，使那位女王的珠宝和礼物相形见绌。如果所罗门王当了看门人，把他所有的财富都堆在地下室里，吉姆每次经过那儿时准会掏出他的金表看看，好让所罗门妒忌得吹胡子瞪眼睛。”
她的头发卖了二十块钱，她用这二十给吉姆买了一条铂金表链，她认为这条表链和吉姆一样文静而有价值。为什么？为什么？为什么德拉会愿意将以以为傲的头发卖掉去给吉姆买一条铂金表链？真是想不明白。
七点钟的时候，吉姆回家了，他发现了德拉把头发卖了，并没有愤怒，没有惊讶，没有不满，更没有嫌恶，只是带着一种奇特的神情凝视着德拉，并多次询问德拉她是不是把头发剪了。我觉得吉姆真奇怪，剪了就是剪了，他看也能看得见，问也问过了，干嘛还要都问几遍呢？都已经成定数了，再问这也是改变不了的结局啊！
原来是因为吉姆帮她买了插在头发上的梳子——全套的发梳，两鬓用的，后面用的，应有尽有；那原是在百老汇路上的一个橱窗里，为德拉渴望了好久的东西。纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝的美丽的发梳——来配那已经失去的美发，颜色真是再合适也没有了。
天啊，原来是这样！可是吉姆家如此得贫穷，吉姆哪来的钱买这种东西呢？难道吉姆去抢银行了？呵呵，这当然是开玩笑的，要是真的吉姆还能好好地站在那里吗？但是吉姆哪来的钱呢？下文为我解决了这个问题。
在德拉拿出表链叫吉姆把表挂上去的时候。吉姆告诉德拉，他是把表买了，才买下的发卡。这一对小夫妻想给对方最珍贵的礼物，都把自己最宝贵的东西卖掉了。结果两人的礼物都毫无用处。
在看完这篇小说后，我合上了书，久久不能平静，这究竟为什么呢？为什么呢？突然从电视里传出了一阵歌声，“这就是爱 这就是爱……”我顿时领悟，原来这就是爱。这爱太过于平淡，像一杯白开水一般平平淡淡，不像可乐一样刺激，可是平平淡淡才是真，不是吗？如果都像可乐一样刺激，那样的生活也太过刺激了，会造成身体和神经两方面的疲劳，比起可我乐一般刺激的生活，还是喜欢像白开水一样平淡的生活。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感6
麦琪，是圣子耶酥诞生时前来送礼的三位智慧的贤人，他们首创了圣诞节馈赠礼物的风俗。在西方人看来，圣诞礼物是最可珍贵的，因而也希望自己获得的礼物是最有价值的。
这篇小说叙述了一对穷困的年轻的夫妻互相赠送礼物的故事。这对年轻的夫妻是互敬互爱的，尽管生活贫困，他们之间却存在着纯洁、忠贞的爱情。为了对方的快乐，他们全都乐意作出重大的牺牲。
小说一开始，就着力渲染了女主人公德拉在圣诞节前夕产生的烦恼，从而突出了构成全篇情节基础的矛盾：想买礼物而生活拮据。作者在前文有意蓄势，反复强调了“一块八角七分钱”的钱数之少和来之不易，这使德拉购买圣诞礼物的希望很难实现。
为了解答读者的疑问，作品接下去介绍了德拉作为主妇的这个家庭的窘境，这对年轻的夫妇，住的是“与贫民窟相差无几”的公寓，亲戚朋友很少来往，信箱里根本就没有投信进去，我认为作者这样做都是在蓄势，为后文表现德拉与杰姆的真挚的爱情打下坚实的基础。
金表和美发，对这个每星期只有20块钱的家庭来说，是一笔巨大的财富，作者处心积虑表现金表和美发的重要，用了非常形象的比喻及夸张手法来表现，更加衬托出它们对主人公的重要，毫不夸张的说，金表和美发是他们生命得一部分，双方都是因为欣赏而艰难幸福的生活。但是到最后，真挚、纯洁的爱情还是让双方都舍弃了自己的最爱，心甘情愿的献出。这是何等的爱情，简直是惊天地、泣鬼神，无法用言语形容。
另外，小说揭示社会现实不靠说教，而是用人物感情的起伏的发展变化作为脉络，启发读者去触摸，感受人物带有悲剧性的思想性格，在那个金钱可以买卖爱情，心理和感情出现畸变的社会中。德拉夫妇的真挚深厚的爱充满了作家的理想主义色彩。作者欧.亨利不屑这个金钱作贱爱情的罪恶，偏去写这个晦暗镜头中的诗情画意，去赞扬德拉夫妇的聪慧，这绝非常人手笔。所以，作品给人的不是消沉和晦暗，而是对美的追求和眷恋，从而把读者引向高尚的境界。
从文章的写作特色来看，也给读者留下了不可磨灭的印像。
第一、构思巧妙，是本文的一个显着的特色。作者采用了我国古典小说中类似留扣子的手法，有意把一些重要的事实按下去、伏一笔，先不向读者表明作交代，到了适当的时候，一下子量到底，使读者恍然大悟、凝神细思。特别是结局：有了表链，但没有了金表；有了发梳，但没有了美发。这似乎啼笑皆非的结局，包含了令人心酸的悲剧，正是这种巧合，那种至高无上的爱情，才更见真挚、纯洁。难怪西方人有一句诗这样写到：生命诚可贵，爱情价更高。这也许是笔者对此文的最好诠释吧。
第二、插叙和议论少而精当，起到了画龙点睛的作用。欧.亨利的小说是以情节取胜的，他非常注意形象感染的力量。但是，作者也没有忽视恰到好处的少而精当的插叙、议论的重要作用，如德纳夫妇的两样东西—金表和美发，那令人引以自豪的插叙，给人留下了深刻的印象。
第三、人物的心理和神情，描写的细腻、逼真。如：德拉把钱数了三遍；德拉向窗外望去时，院子里灰蒙蒙的，猫和篱笆也是灰蒙蒙的。当她卖头发时，眼睛明亮起来等等这些细节的描写，表现男女主人公的复杂心情，文中无一“情”字，却处处都有“情思”涌动——纯洁、真诚跃然纸上。
总之，《麦琪的礼物》这篇小说以裁减精当的构思、对话般亲切的语言、微带忧郁的情调，使这篇小说如缕缕炊烟般的情光束中显露出丰富的内涵，激发读者对金钱、爱情的价值的思考。作者时而细致入微、时而惜墨如金、时而汹涌澎湃，显示了作者对艺术的执着追求。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感7
当丫头告诉我包裹收到的时候，我正在津津有味地读着欧－亨利的短篇小说全集。我很喜欢欧－亨利的小说，他的小说是为下层人民而写，写的是下层人民的疾苦，其中就有这一篇《麦琪的礼物》。
《麦琪的礼物》在中学和大学语文里面都学过，这也是欧－亨利最优秀的一篇短篇小说。以前看了觉得没有什么，那天看着看着，突然感觉到眼角有点湿，眼前有点模糊。也许，经过了许多，我才真正理解了这篇文章的精髓，才明白这篇文章是歌颂爱情的经典作品。
让我们来一起回忆一下这篇小说的内容吧。圣诞节快来到了，德拉和吉姆要互相给对方送礼物，可是德拉尽管省吃俭用，只有一美元八毛七，可是她要给吉姆买的礼物需要二十美元。对于一个贫困的家庭来说，这是一个奢侈的数字。吉姆有一只很漂亮的金表，一只足以让所罗门都吹胡子瞪眼嫉妒得眼红的金表，一只就算家境再窘迫都舍不得卖的祖传的金表，但是他没有表带，只能用一根旧皮条来代替表带，因此让那只金表不能尽情绽放它的光芒。而她，就想让吉姆的这只金表能够有一根白金的表带－－
德拉也有一样宝贝，那就是她的长到膝盖，天然漂亮的一头金发，这头金发和吉姆的金表一样被他们认为是现在他们可以值得骄傲的，这头金发足以让天下所有美丽女子的长发都黯然失色！德拉就是再穷，她也舍不得卖掉自己的头发，但是今天，为了吉姆的表带，她终于走向了那个一天从头到晚总是板着一张脸的老板，把束发带慢慢拉开－－
看着自己由一个长发美女变成一个假小子，德拉很是心疼自己的一头金发，但是想到吉姆的表带，她又是充满了快乐。
吉姆终于回来了，当他看到德拉的.时候，不由发呆了很长时间。德拉以为吉姆会生气，但是随后吉姆轻轻地把一个盒子放在桌子上的时候，德拉哭了，那个盒子里面是她做梦都想得到的在百老汇里面一套可以让她的金发美丽得天下无双的发卡，她曾经在那里徘徊了很久，一直希望能够得到，可是知道自己没钱，一直想都不敢想，今天，竟然得到了！她终于颤抖地拿出了白金表带，要给吉姆的表配上，但是－－结果我们应该都是知道的，吉姆为了给德拉买这一套美丽的发卡，把他就算是再穷都舍不得换饭吃的金表给卖了－－
两个人，一个为了让妻子的长发能够更加美丽，卖掉了自己的金表；另一个，为了让自己的丈夫能够向大家尽情展示他那只无双的金表，卖掉了自己的长发。他们为了对方，都放弃了自己最值得骄傲的东西。也许有人说，他们很傻，最后什么都没有得到，但是我要说，他们也许失去了自己最值得向别人炫耀的宝贝，但是收获的却是最纯真的爱情，因为他们愿意为了对方牺牲自己，愿意为了爱情牺牲自己最心爱的身外之物，这种真情是任何财富都没有办法比拟的，也没有办法超越的。因此，虽然欧－－亨利没有写到后面怎么样，但是我再想，也许吉姆摆脱不了贫困，那只金表没有办法再买回来，但是德拉的长发一定会再长起来，一定还会配上那套美丽的发卡，也许这也是吉姆最愿意看到的。这个故事，在庞龙的一部音乐电视里面有演过，现在回想起来，不由热泪盈眶。也许现在的社会充满了浮躁功利和物质化，这样的爱情也许已经很少见了，但是我仍然被这个故事深深感动着，这是对穷人真挚的爱情的一曲赞歌，也是对真诚的一种肯定，我想，如果我是吉姆，我也愿意为了德拉，买掉我的金表，只为了让我的妻子永远幸福快乐，美丽健康。
欧－亨利已经作古一百年整，留下的是这诸多脍炙人口的小说，细细品味其中，感悟颇多。但是我真的会记住这一篇《麦琪的礼物》，因为在这里面，德拉和吉姆都是麦琪，他们都把最好的礼物给了对方，如果可以的话，我也愿意做这样的麦琪，给予自己妻子的永远是最好的。
合上书，吉姆的金表和德拉的长发在我眼前飘过，夜已经深了，但是我久久没有入眠，我被这一切感动着，希望，欧－亨利的这篇文章也能够感动天下所有真情人，所有愿意为自己最爱的人付出的人，也愿天下所有有情人都拥有着像吉姆和德拉这样也许不是很富裕，但是却是很真诚的爱情！
读《麦琪的礼物》有感8
《麦琪的礼物》无疑是部感人的作品，文章里弥漫着温馨的气息。男女主人公之间的情感为无数男女所向往，整篇文章还被改编成主角是米老鼠的电影。
这部着名的作品所表达的情感让人们感动，但名为“麦琪的礼物”实在让我琢磨不透：男女主人公互赠礼物，明明是人小两口的礼物，为何要说成是来自东方的圣人所赠的礼物?
“麦琪”，似乎在巴赛罗那，也有“麦琪”的传说。在一个节日里，包括麦琪在内的三位圣人会到这个城市里游行，向孩子们抛洒糖果送去祝福，孩子们把愿望写在纸上，这三位圣人便会实现他们的愿望。这类似于圣诞节里圣诞老人赠送礼物，但孩子们却深信不疑，期盼着这个节日。当他们明白“圣人”是大人们扮演的，那些礼物是大人们送的，愿望是大人们实现的，又是什么感受呢?
“麦琪”这个传说一向流传着，就像流传的“圣诞老人”，孩子们期盼的最了解他们心思的传说“麦琪”，也许是某个大人在哄小孩时说的“谎言”，却成了最美妙的期盼。当期盼再次转成谎言，孩子们又怎样想?想是除了一点惊愕，便是像男女主人公一样的失落和惋惜。
大人们和孩子们又怎样不是男女主人公?由一个传说，大人们和孩子们互赠礼物——孩子们所期盼的物质上的礼物和大人们所怀念的精神上的礼物。但还是有那么一天，当传说转成了谎言，孩子们便不再期盼，大人们也不再怀念，礼物就没有了用处。孩子们但是是想享受童年，大人们但是是想怀念童年。这也许能够命名为“我们身边的《麦琪的礼物》”。
“麦琪”，只但是是一个传说，人们创造的温馨，一种带刺的美妙情感，带棱角的爱心。也许在时间的长河里，“麦琪的礼物”像粼粼的波光，温柔地闪耀。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感9
在暑假里，我看了一本书，叫《麦琪的礼物》。刚开始看的时候，我觉得也不是很好看，但是看着看着就慢慢的就被这本书吸引了，让我觉得十分感动。
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利写的一篇文章。它主要讲了圣诞节的前一天，住在公寓里德拉想给丈夫吉姆一个惊喜，可惜只有一元八角七分钱，她明白之么点钱根本就买不到什么好的礼物，于是她把她一头秀丽的长发剪下来卖了，换了20美元。德拉找遍了个家商店，最后找到了一条朴素的白金项链。而吉姆也想给老婆一个惊喜，于是卖掉了他的金表，给德拉买了一套漂亮的梳子作为圣诞节的礼物。
从这篇文章中我能够看出他们深爱着对方，为了对方能够卖掉自己最贵重的物品，但是他们为了对方的礼物对方都用上了，而他们做这些事的时候，都是为了对方着想，更本没有为自己想。
这篇文章告诉了我们要去关爱别人，这样别人就会来关爱自己。
读《麦琪的礼物》有感10
秀丽的是心灵，他们是最聪明的人。
开篇散落再桌子上寥寥无几的硬币将我的思绪牵引到无限的遐想中。当硬币与桌面碰触的瞬间，迸出的是交换心灵的美妙音符，值得去聆听，去推敲。
他们是两个社会最底层的人物——一对穷苦的年轻夫妇，却酿制了一杯苦中泛甜的美酒。脍炙人口的文字中两件残缺不全的礼物面前他们笑了，可他们笑声中又包含了多少苦涩、辛酸的眼泪阿?
我想讲讲这篇文章给予我的两种感受。先谈谈资料吧。
无带的金表与秀丽的金发，都期望完美对方。兑现的前一刻，没有犹豫没有多想。当交换礼物时，没有失望。金表与金发，贬值为表带与木梳，没有华丽的外表，没有不符于他们的奢华气质。但在他们看来，没有什么比真心更珍贵的了，或许包涵的更多、更多……透着点点温馨。
那两个住在一齐的“笨孩子”极不聪明的为了对方牺牲了他们一家最宝贵的东西。但是，让我们对目前一般聪明的人说最后一句话，在所有馈赠礼物的人当中，那两个人是最聪明的。在一切理解礼物的人当中，像这样的人也是最聪明的。
灰白色的背景与“欧.亨利式结尾”，无疑是最完美的剧幕。
读它就像是在作者铺好错的垫脚石行走一般，最后穷途末路，却又峰回路转，豁然开朗，美式的“柳暗花明又一村”阿!不禁拍案叫绝，一遍遍品读。
稍稍了解一下背景，无疑《麦琪的礼物》敷上一层止痛剂的“痛苦”，微笑下隐藏不住种种悲伤。一方面作者透过这些耐人寻味的小故事对社会进行必须的揭露和讽刺，但有不禁抱有用心的幻想，想象着“天空上的街市”的空虚的完美。他用他的“温和”包裹住辛辣。用“幽默”隐含着无可奈何的悲哀，像一只苦笑的面具，掩饰住了身后的表情。
故事在灰暗的背景前演绎一段温馨的小剧。
一把木梳，缺少了晶莹的发丝缠绕。
两段表带，贵金属仿佛闪闪反映着热诚与期望，却失去了本来的用处。
这时，只有抬头望才明白你想要的是什么，只有清风徐来的时候才明白什么是重要的，只有拨开附在心上的薄雾，才不会看不见期望。
心与心的桥梁是无形的，当你不在乎自己的得失，这时你便得到了人与人之间无私的爱。
㈢ 跪求《麦琪的礼物》英文和原文翻译 悬赏 急~急~急~急！！！！！！！
THE GIFT OF THE MAGIOne 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.
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 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to , 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 .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 .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 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.
㈣ 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》）是美国着春茄码名文学家欧·亨利写的一篇短篇小说，它通过写在圣纳贺诞节前一天，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扒哪宝贵的东西——爱。
㈤ 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.
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㈦ 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；德虚则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差缺棚。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，边上镶着珠扮丛宝”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.
㈧ 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》。其着名小说还有《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》。其着名小说还有《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》另一显着的特色在于对“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。
㈨ 《麦琪的礼物》被拍成过电影吗
有 美国拍了很孝穗多孝慎型
he Sacrifice (1909), Love'巧猜s Surprises Are Futile (1916), The Gift of the Magi (1917), a segment of O. Henry's Full House (1952), The Gift of Love(1978), The Gift of the Magi (1958), Dary magów (Poland, 1972), Christmas Eve on Sesame Street (1978), I'll not be a gangster, love (Не буду гангстером, дорогая/Nebūsiu gangsteriu, brangioji, USSR, 1978),[5] Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas (1999),[6] The Gift of the Magi (2004)