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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。

THEGIFTOFTHEMAGI麦琪的礼物中英对照

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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。

麦琪的礼物英文剧本

《麦琪的礼物》The Gifts 礼物，这个话剧改编自《麦琪的礼物》，《麦琪的礼物》是美国著名文学家欧·亨利写的一篇短篇小说，它通过写在圣诞节前一天，一对小夫妻互赠礼物，结果阴差阳错，两人珍贵的礼物都变成了无用的东西，而他们却得到了比任何实物都宝贵的东西——爱，告诉人们尊重他人的爱，学会去爱他人，是人类文明的一个重要表现。

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 saving.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。

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.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。

麦琪的礼物[中英对照]

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.
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
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
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
howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made

麦琪的礼物(中英文剧本)

杰姆：（似乎没有反应过来，吃力地）你把头发剪掉了？
德拉：非但剪了，而且卖了！（握着他的手）不管怎样，你还是一样地喜欢我，是不是？没有了头发，我还是我，是不是？
杰姆：（四下张望着屋子，既而又近乎白痴的神情）你说你的头发没有了？
德拉：你不用找了，我告诉你。已经卖了，没有了。今天是圣诞前夜，亲爱的。（温柔、神情地）好好地待我，好吗？我剪掉头发为的是你呀。我的头发可能数得清，但是我对你的爱情谁也数不清。（指着炉子旁的牛排）我把肉排烧上好吗？杰姆！
德拉：（脱下旧帽子，小心翼翼地泻下了那光灿灿如小瀑布似的头发，直到膝盖）您要买么？
安琪：（旁白）Oh，my God!想不到人间有如此美丽的头发，简直就像瀑布一样！
莎弗朗尼娅夫人：（盯着头发，惊谔地）你确定--要卖掉它？
德拉：（眷恋地，摸了摸头发）呃--（转而坚决地）是的，我要卖掉它。告诉我，它值多少钱？
[敲门声响起，门开，杰姆迈步走进来关上了门，轻音乐〈罗曼蒂〉缓缓响起]
杰姆：（一进门，愣住，带着奇怪的神情死死盯着她）——德拉！
德拉：（从桌上跳下，走到他身边，忐忑不安地）杰姆，亲爱的，别那样盯着我看。我把头发剪掉卖了，因为我不送你一件礼物，我过不了圣诞节——你不会在意吧，是不是？我实在没办法才这么做的。我的头发长得快得要命，说句“恭贺圣诞”吧！杰姆，让我们高高兴兴的。你猜不到我给你买了一件多么好——多么美丽的礼物！
营业小姐：你说的是它？（拿起发梳）你只要这套发梳吗？
杰姆：没错，这是我太太渴望已久的东西。
安琪：（旁白）他太太？发梳？……
营业小姐：哦！你看看，这是套多么美丽的发梳啊！瞧瞧，两鬓用的，后面用的，应有尽有！还有，你看，这是纯玳瑁做的、边上还镶着晶莹的珠宝呢！

麦琪的礼物_英文原文

麦琪的礼物中英文对照4

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 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 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.。

the_gift_of_the_magi麦琪的礼物英文版欧亨利

the_gift_of_the_magi麦琪的礼物英文版欧亨利pT h e G i f t o f t h e M a g i O NE DOLLAR AND EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS.That was all. She had put it aside, one cent and then another and then another, in her careful buying of meat and other food. Della counted it three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was nothing to do but fall on the bed and cry. So Della did it.While the lady of the home is slowly growing quieter, we can look at the home. Furnished rooms at a cost of $8 a week. There is lit-tle more to say about it.In the hall below was a letter-box too small to hold a letter. There was an electric bell, but it could not make a sound. Also there was a name beside the door: “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”When the name was placed there, Mr. James Dillingham Young was being paid $30 a week. Now, when he was being paid only $20 a week, the name seemed too long and important. It should perhaps have been “Mr. James D. Young.” But when Mr. James Dillingham Young entered the furnished rooms, his name became very short indeed. Mrs. James Dillingham Young put her arms warmly about him and called him “Jim.” You have already met her. She is Della.Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face. She stood by the window and looked out with no interest. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a gift. She had put aside as much as she couldfor months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week is not much. Everything had cost more than she had expected. It always happened like that.Only $ 1.87 to buy a gift for Jim. Her Jim. She had had many happy hours planning something nice for him. Something nearly good enough. Something almost worth the honor of belonging to Jim.There was a looking-glass between the windows of the room. Per-haps you have seen the kind of looking-glass that is placed in $8 fur-nished rooms. It was very narrow. A person could see only a little of himself at a time. However, if he was very thin and moved very quickly, he might be able to get a good view of himself. Della, being quite thin, had mastered this art.Suddenly she turned from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brightly, but her face had lost its color. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its complete length.The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned. One thing was Jim’s gold watch. It had once belonged to his father. And, long ago, it had belonged to his father’s father. The other thing was Della’s hair.If a queen had lived in the rooms near theirs, Della would have washed and dried her hair where the queen could see it. Della knew her hair was more beautiful than a ny queen’s jewels and gifts.If a king had lived in the same house, with all his riches, Jim would have looked at his watch every time they met. Jim knew that no kinghad anything so valuable.So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, shining like afalling stream of brown water. It reached below her knee. It almost made itself into a dress for her.And then she put it up on her head again, nervously and quickly. Once she stopped for a moment and stood still while a tear or two ran down her face.She put on her old brown coat. She put on her old brown hat. With the bright light still in her eyes, she moved quickly out the door and down to the street.Where she stopped, the sign said: “Mrs. Sofronie. Hair Articles of all Kinds.”Up to the second floor Della ran, and stopped to get her breath.Mrs. Sofronie, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her.“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.“I buy hair,” said Mrs. Sofronie. “T ake your hat off and let me look at it.”Down fell the brown waterfall.“Twenty dollars,” said Mrs. Sofronie, lifting the hair to feel its weight.“Give it to me quick,” said Della.Oh, and the next two hours seemed to fly. She was going from one shop to another, to find a gift for Jim.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 shops, and she had looked in every shop in the city.It was a gold watch chain, very simply made. Its value was in its rich and pure material. Because it was so plain and simple, you knew that it was very valuable. All good things are like this.It was good enough for The Watch.As soon as she saw it, she knew that Jim must have it. It waslike him. Quietness and value—Jim and the chain both had quietness and value. She paid twenty-one dollars for it. And she hurried home with the chain and eighty-seven cents.With that chain on his watch, Jim could look at his watch and learn the time anywhere he might be. Though the watch was so fine, it had never had a fine chain. He sometimes took it out and looked at it only when no one could see him do it.When Della arrived home, her mind quieted a little. She began to think more reasonably. She started to try to cover the sad marks of what she had done. Love and large-hearted giving, when added together, can leave deep marks. It is never easy to cover these marks, dear friends—never easy.Within forty minutes her head looked a little better. With her short hair, she looked wonderfully like a schoolboy. She stood at the looking-glass for a long time.“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he looks at me a second time, he’ll say I look like a girl who sings and dances for money. But what could I do—oh! What could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?”At seven, Jim’s dinner was ready for him.Jim was never late. Della held the watch chain in her hand and sat near the door where he always entered. Then she heard his step in the hall and her face lost color for a moment. She often said little prayers quietly, about simple everyday things. And now she said: “Please God, make him think I’m still pretty.”The door opened and Jim stepped in. He looked very thin and he was not smiling. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and with a fam-ily to take care of! He needed a new coat and he had nothing to cover his cold hands.Jim stopped inside the door. He was as quiet as a huntingdog when it is near a bird. His eyes looked strangely at Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not understand. It filled her with fear. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor anything she had been ready for. He simply looked at her with that strange expression on his face.Della went to him.“Jim, dear,” she cried, “don’t look at me like that. I had my hair cut off and sold it. I couldn’t live through Christmas without giving you agift. My hair will grow again. You won’t care, will you? My hair grows very fast. It’s Christmas, Jim. Let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful nice gift I got for you.”“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim slowly. H e seemed to labor to understand what had happened. He seemed not to feel sure he knew.“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me now? I’m me, Jim. I’m the same without my hair.”Jim looked around the room.“You say your hair is gone?” he said.“You don’t have to look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s the night before Christmas, boy. Be good to me, because I sold it for you. Maybe the hairs of my head could be counted,” she said, “but no one could ever cou nt my love for you. Shall we eat dinner, Jim?”Jim put his arms around his Della. For ten seconds let us look in another direction. Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year— how different are they? Someone may give you an answer, but it will be wrong. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. My meaning will be explained soon.From inside the coat, Jim took something tied in paper. Hethrew it upon the table.“I want you to understand me, Dell,” he said. “Nothing like a haircut c ould make me love you any less. But if you’ll open that, you may know what I felt when I came in.”White fingers pulled off the paper. And then a cry of joy; and then a change to tears.For there lay The Combs—the combs that Della had seen in a shop window and loved for a long time. Beautiful combs, with jewels, perfect for her beautiful hair. She had known they cost too much for her to buy them. She had looked at them without the least hope of owning them. And now they were hers, but her hair was gone.But she held them to her heart, and at last was able to look up and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim!”And then she jumped up and cried, “Oh, oh!”Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She held it out to him in her open hand. The gold seemed to shine softly as if with her own warm and loving spirit.“Isn’t it perfect, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how they look together.”Jim sat down and smiled.“Della,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too nice to use now. I sold the watch to get the money to buy the combs. And now I think we should have our dinner.”The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men— who brought gifts to the newborn Christ-child. They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts weredoubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise. Each sold the most valuable thing he owned in order to buy a gift for the other. But let me speak a last word to the wise of these days: Of all who give gifts, these two were the most wise. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are the most wise. Everywhere they are the wise ones. They are the magi.。

欧亨利—麦琪的礼物(英语)

Major Works
The
Gift Of The Magi -- 麦琪的礼
物
A
Service Of Love-- 爱的奉献 Last Leaf -- 最后的常春藤叶
The The
Cop And The Anthem -- 警察和赞美诗
Lost An
on Dress Parade -- 华而不实
Thank you !
Unfinished Story -- 没有完的故事
The
Man Higher Up -- 黄雀在后
Twenty Years-- 二十年以后
After
The Gift Of The Magi ['meidʒai]
It’s about the young couple who are short of money but want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknown to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; while unbeknown to Della, Jim sells his own most valuable possession,his watch, to buy jewelled comb for Della's hair.
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Introduction
O.Henry (1862-1910) was a productive American short-story writer, a master of surprise endings, who wrote about the life of ordinary people. Although his plot is full of coincidence, the surprise ending is his feature and appeals very much to the reader. He is one of three short story masters in the world.(O.Henry, Maupassant （莫泊桑） , Chekhov（契科夫））)

麦琪的礼物中英文对照2

吉姆⼀贯准时回家。

德拉将表链对叠握在⼿⼼，坐在离他⼀贯进门最近的桌⼦⾓上。

接着，她听见下⾯楼梯上响起了他的脚步声，她紧张得脸⾊失去了⼀会⼉⾎⾊。

她习惯于为了最简单的⽇常事物⽽默默祈祷，此刻，她悄声道：“求求上帝，让他觉得我还是漂亮的吧。

”门开了，吉姆步⼊，随⼿关上了门。

他显得瘦削⽽⼜⾮常严肃。

可怜的⼈⼉，他才⼆⼗⼆岁，就挑起了家庭重担！他需要买件新⼤⾐，连⼿套也没有呀。

吉姆站在屋⾥的门⼝边，纹丝不动地好像猎⽝嗅到了鹌鹑的⽓味似的。

他的两眼固定在德拉⾝上，其神情使她⽆法理解，令她⽑⾻悚然。

既不是愤怒，也不是惊讶，⼜不是不满，更不是嫌恶，根本不是她所预料的任何⼀种神情。

他仅仅是⾯带这种神情死死地盯着德拉。

德拉⼀扭腰，从桌上跳了下来，向他⾛过去。

“吉姆，亲爱的，”她喊道，“别那样盯着我。

我把头发剪掉卖了，因为不送你⼀件礼物，我⽆法过圣诞节。

头发会再长起来——你不会介意，是吗？我⾮这么做不可。

我的头发长得快极了。

说‘恭贺圣诞’吧！吉姆，让我们快快乐乐的。

你肯定猜不着我给你买了⼀件多么好的——多么美丽精致的礼物啊！”“你已经把头发剪掉了？”吉姆吃⼒地问道，似乎他绞尽脑汁也没弄明⽩这明摆着的事实。

“剪掉卖了，”德拉说。

“不管怎么说，你不也同样喜欢我吗？没了长发，我还是我嘛，对吗？”吉姆古怪地四下望望这房间。

“你说你的头发没有了吗？”他差不多是⽩痴似地问道。

“别找啦，”德拉说。

“告诉你，我已经卖了——卖掉了，没有啦。

这是圣诞前夜，好⼈⼉。

好好待我，这是为了你呀。

也许我的头发数得清，”突然她特别温柔地接下去，“可谁也数不清我对你的恩爱啊。

我做⾁排了吗，吉姆？”吉姆好像从恍惚之中醒来，把德拉紧紧地搂在怀⾥。

现在，别着急，先让我们花个⼗秒钟从另⼀⾓度审慎地思索⼀下某些⽆关紧要的事。

房租每周⼋美元，或者⼀百万美元——那有什么差别呢？数学家或才⼦会给你错误的答案。

麦琪②带来了宝贵的礼物，但就是缺少了那件东西。

这句晦涩的话，下⽂将有所交待。

麦琪的礼物 (The Gift of Magi)中英话剧 (课堂PPT)

• Jumy: uh, let me think about it. • Jim: I’m pleased to give up watch to get combs.
Because I know they are my wife favorite. • Jumy: well, for you are so sincere, I’m too harsh to
• Jumy: oh? The most valuable? I would like to see a scrubby like you can have how expensive things.
• • Jim: It’s an ancestral watch.
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• Angel: Oh, another very reluctantly giving up!
The Gift of Magi
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Angel: Winnie Della: Jimmy and Margaret
Jim: Sara and Elena Mrs Sofronie: Annie Watch buyer: Jumy
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The First Act
characters:
Angel, Della, Mrs Sofronie
location:
the corner of the street
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I am the angel of love. Today is Christmas Eve, and I come here to perform the
mission of Magi. I will give the most
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• Angel:Oh, What a abnormal woman! Why does she make this foolish decision? This woman’s hair would depreciate the queen of Sheba 's jewels and gifts. Why does she sale her hair? It is so incredible!

英语剧本麦琪的礼物

THE GIFT OF THE MAGIBy O. Henry人物：安琪德拉吉姆莎孚朗尼亚夫人服务员A 服务员B第一场人物：安琪（A），德拉（D），莎弗朗尼娅夫人（M）,服务员1（S1），服务员2(S2)MAGI DELLA MNE.SOFRONIE SELLSGIRL1 SELLSGIRL2地点：小街的拐角处（背景音乐响起）A:（面向观众，微笑）I'm the angle of love. Today is Christmas Eve; I’m coming to the earth for succeeding the massion of Maggie. Somebody is coming.德拉带上帽子冲出门莎弗朗尼娅夫人拿着牌子，上面写着“Madam Sofronnie,I buy all kinds of hair goods”D: (呆呆地)Are you Madam Sofronnie?S1：No,I am not.What is wrong?D:I want to sell my hair.S1:OK!Follow me.S1:Excuse me,Mrs Sofronnie.There is alady want to meet you.M:Let her come.D:Hello!You must be Mrs Sofronnie.M: (冰冷地)Yes ,I am.D: So, will you buy my hair?M: Yes,I buy all kinds of hair.Sit down, please.Take your hat off and let me have a look.D:(小心翼翼地脱下帽子)Will you buy my hair?M:(惊讶)Are you sure to sell it?S2:How beautiful the hair is.Just like the golden fall.D:(眷恋地摸摸头发，转而坚决)Yes,I'll sell it.Tell me , how much does it worth? S2:I have never seen such beautiful hair.It can sell a good price.M:(绕着德拉走了一圈，强压住兴奋)Well, I'll give you the hightest price.Twenty dollars,that's enough.D: All right,but please give it to me quickly.M: Don't hurry,let me have your hair cut first.(拿出剪刀，并发出咔咔声)So,I'll start? D:(闭上眼睛，干脆地说)Just do it.S2:What a pity to cut the long hair!M:(熟练地剪完头发)Here you are.Twenty dollars.D: Thank you(谨慎地接过钱，再看一眼头发)Thank you.(揣着钱急冲冲地下）A: Oh,what a poor woman!Why did she do that?Why did you sell her beautiful long hair?It is so unbelivable.M: Oh,my god.How beautifl the hair is!Twenty dollars is beyond its value!Oh,so beautiful ! Ha ha！I'll take ithome and have a happy Chirstmas!(捧着头发下)A: Della has spent two hours in the street,what does she want to buy on earth?D:(立在一个橱窗前) Oh,what a beautiful gold watchchain.I think it must match Jim's gold watch.When hesees it,he must be very happy.The price is twenty-one dollars,I can still have eight cents left. I'll get it.第二场人物：安琪（A），吉姆（J），营业员小姐（S）,老板(B)，老板娘(W) MAGI JIM SELLSGIRL BOSS BOSS'SWIFE 地点：百老汇路上的一家商店A:Why are there so many things that we have to give up in the world?Giving up for what?吉姆走进商店J:Excuse me,could I sell a watch here?S:(上下打量的眼神) You? Sell a watch? I'm sorry, I don't think a man who has a economic brain will buy athing which is as useless as litter.J:(诚恳又着急)No, it is a gold watch!(脱下手腕上的手表) It's the most valuable thing I have.S:(不屑一顾)Oh?The most valuable?I have to see how rare a watch can a poor man own like you !J:(递表)It's the third succession of my ancesters.A: Oh, what a reluctant give up!S:(抢过表，忽然两眼放光) Amm, it's a true gold watch. Wait for a moment.I'll ask my boss.S:Excuse me,boss.A young man want to sell this golden watch.B:Let me have a look.W:Oh!Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!B:Yes,I should ask how much money does he want.B:How much do you want?J:(指着柜台内的一套发梳) I don't want any money. I, I just want the beautiful comb! W:You mean,the comb?(拿出发梳)You just want the comb?J:Yes, it is the very thing that my wife has wanted for a long time!A:His wife?Comb?S:(兴奋)Oh, look at it! What a nice comb!J:Yes, it is quite beautiful! It would be good enough to match my wife's golden yellow hair.But,do youwant to trade with me?B:(故做忧郁状) Let me see！J: I'm pleasant to exchange the gold watch for the comb. I know how my wife likes it! B:You're so whole-hearted that it's hard for me to refuse you!（递过发梳）J: Oh,thank you!(兴奋地接过发梳)Thank you!(兴奋地带着发梳下)W:(细看金表)Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!(窃喜)No comb can be compared with it!A: He should not be a foolish man!But he is willing to change a gold watch for a comb!She must be ahappy wife!第三场人物：安琪（A），吉姆（J），德拉（D）MAGI JIM DELLA地点：吉姆和德拉的家德拉拿着镜子欣赏着自己的新发型A: What a poor woman,she looked wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.However,she is a happy wife,too.Her husband loves her so much.D:(对着镜子自言自语)If Jim doesn't kill me,before he takes a second look at me,he'll say I like a chorus girlof Coney Island.But I have no choice.Oh!What can I do with one dollar and eighty-seven cents?Please God,let Jim still consider that I'm still pretty .D:I don't know whether he'll continue love me.吉姆进门，愣住，用奇怪的眼神打量德拉J：Della?D: Jim, darling. Don't look at me in this way.I had my hair cut and sold, because I can't forgive me if I werenot give a presant to you.You won't care about it, will you?You know,my hair grows very fast. Say "MerryChristmas", Jim! And let's happy as usual. You don't know what a nice , what a beautiful gift I've boughtfor you.J:(似乎没反应过来，吃力地) You've cut your hair?D:Cut and sold .(握住吉姆的手)You will love me forever no matter what hapens, is it right？Without myhair, I am the same. Don't you think so？J:(用近乎白痴的眼神，四下张望着屋子，似乎在寻找着什么)You mean that your hair has gone?D:You need't look for it.I'd sold it.I tell you,cut and sold. Tonight is Chirstmas Eve, Jim. I sold my hairwas all for you. My hair are countable,but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put thechops on, Jim？吉姆从恍惚中清醒过来，拥住德拉A: Oh,look at the shabby house,which costs eight dollars,or one millon room charge a year,There areno different.J: (吉姆从口袋掏出一包东西，扔到桌上) Don't make any mistakes about me, Della.I don't think there'sanything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less.Butif you'll upwrap the package,you may realize why you had me going while at first. 德拉敏捷地打开盒子，一阵狂喜，而后神经质地大笑了D:My hair grows so fast, Jim. Oh,oh! Isn't it a danndy,Jim?（将盒子紧紧抱在怀中，掏出表链放到吉姆手中）I hunted all over town to find it. You can look at the time a hundred times a day now.Give me your watch,I want to see how it looks on it.J:(微笑)Della,let's put our Chirstmas presents away and keep them a while.They're too nice to use just atpresent. I sold the watch to get money to buy your combs. And now, suppose you put the chops on.A: Now that, it isn't necessary.For me,the angle of love, giving the gift to the happy couple.They give themost valuable and priceless gifts to each other. That is what I want to give -- Love!。

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