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看完后自我感觉的英语水平良好,可是想想大部分小说我都读过中文的啊[流泪][抓狂]。 好书!文坛巨匠的经典短篇小说集,中英双语,附加文章鉴读。 中汉互译,既可以提高水平又可以当作一个部文学著作看。 通勤好伴侣! it makes a perfect conpanion while be on commuting. sperating a unique world from the squeezing metro space. especially true in this summer it as a self saving secret straw.。 Reason is always cleaning up the mess for sensibility.感性:我想吃冰淇淋。理性:两块。 这是一本非常适合中学教师和高中学生课外诵读的英文书籍!一方面,认识了名著,另一方面,也有效的扩 大了自己的词汇量!。 书中所选的小说涵盖了不同类型和不同时期的作品,很适合每天读一点。 利用每天走在路上来来去去的时间,在厨房为家人准备三餐的时间,打扫家务的时间,泛听精读,居然可以 把想看想读的书囫囵吞枣的过一遍,以后有时间一定要慢慢来读。
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A Horseman
in the Sky (1)空中骑士
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A Horseman
in the Sky (2)空中骑士 (下)
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感谢观看
Feuille d Album 画册的一页
Dusk黄昏
The Cop and the Anthem警察与赞美

My Uncle Jules我 的叔叔于勒
A Chameleon变色龙
Fat and Thin胖子 和瘦子

A SERVICE OF LOVE 演示文稿

A SERVICE OF LOVE 演示文稿

Introduction ……
• In “A Service of Love”, O. Henry inputs the comment to an inside view, which is conveyed by the conversation between Joe and Delia: “When one loves one’s art no service seems too hard—just when one loves牺牲)
---- O. Henry
When one loves one’s art, no service seems too hard .
• " A SERVICE OF LOVE " is one of O. Henry's most famous articles, telling a moving love story about a pair of poor young husband and wife .
• This beautiful love story not only phrases the happiness between the couples, but also shows the great side of the humanity.
Thank you!
Pure Love Between Joe and Delia
• They lived in a poor but happy life. • One day, Delia said she got a well-paid job as tuition in a rich family. • Then, Joe also sold his paintings at a reasonable price. • Everything seems went on well.

英文作文爱与牺牲

英文作文爱与牺牲

英文作文爱与牺牲英文:Love and sacrifice are two intertwined concepts that hold great significance in our lives. Love is a powerful emotion that can drive us to do incredible things for the people we care about. Sacrifice, on the other hand, involves giving up something of value for the sake of someone else's well-being.I have personally experienced the power of love and sacrifice in my life. When my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, my family and I were devastated. We all wanted to do whatever we could to help her in her time of need. My mother, in particular, made countless sacrifices to carefor my grandmother. She would spend hours at the hospital, comforting my grandmother and making sure she was comfortable. She would also take time off work to help with my grandmother's appointments and treatments.Through my mother's actions, I learned that love and sacrifice go hand in hand. When we love someone, we are willing to make sacrifices for them without hesitation. Itis not always easy, but it is always worth it. In the end, my grandmother passed away, but my mother's love and sacrifice will always be remembered.中文:爱与牺牲是两个紧密联系的概念,在我们的生活中具有重要意义。

爱的牺牲中英文

爱的牺牲中英文

爱的牺牲中英文A SERVICE OF LOVE When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. That is our premise. This story shall draw a conclusion from it and show at the same time that the premise is incorrect. That will be a new thing in logic and a feat in story-telling somewhat older than the great wall of China. Joe Larrabee came out of the post-oak flats of the Middle West pulsing with a genius for pictorial art. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with a prominent citizen passing it hastily. This effort was framed and hung in the drug store window by the side of the ear of corn with an uneven number of rows. At twenty he left for New York with a flowing necktie and a capital tied up somewhat closer. Delia Caruthers did things in six octaves so promisingly in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives chipped in enough in her chip hat for her to go quotNorthquot and quotfinish.quot They could not see her f-- but that is our story. Joe and Delia met in an atelier where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss chiaroscuro Wagner music Rembrandts works pictures Waldteufel wall paper Chopin and Oolong. Joe and Delia became enamoured one of the other or each of the other as you please and in a short time were married--for see above when one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonesome flat--something like the A sharp way down at the left-hand end of the keyboard. And they were happy for they had their Art and they had each other. And my advice to therich young man would be--sell all thou hast and give it to the poor--janitor for the privilege of living in a flat with your Art and your Delia. Flat-dwellers shall indorse my dictum that theirs is the only true happiness. If a home is happy it cannot fit too close--let the dresser collapse and become a billiard table let the mantel turn to a rowing machine the escritoire to a spare bedchamber the washstand to an upright piano let the four walls come together if they will so you and your Delia are between. But if home be the other kind let it be wide and long--enter you at the Golden Gate hang your hat on Hatteras your cape on Cape Horn and go out by the Labrador. Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister--you know his fame. His fees are high his lessons are light--his high-lights have brought him renown. Delia was studying under Rosenstock--you know his repute as a disturber of the piano keys. They were mighty happy as long as their money lasted. So is every--but I will not be cynical. Their aims were very clear and defined. Joe was to become capable very soon of turning out pictures that old gentlemen with thin side-whiskers and thick pocketbooks would sandbag one another in his studio for the privilege of buying. Delia was to become familiar and then contemptuous with Music so that when she saw the orchestra seats and boxes unsold she could have sore throat and lobster in a private dining-room and refuse to go on the stage. But the best in my opinion was the home life in the little flat--the ardent voluble chats after the days study the cozy dinners and fresh light breakfasts the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the others or elseinconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m. But after a while Art flagged. It sometimes does even if some switchman doesnt flag it. Everything going out and nothing coming in as the vulgarians say. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Herr Rosenstock their prices. When one loves ones Art no service seems too hard. So Delia said she must give music lessons to keep the chafing dish bubbling. For two or three days she went out canvassing for pupils. One evening she came home elated. quotJoe dearquot she said gleefully quotIve a pupil. And oh the loveliest people General--General A. B. Pinkneys daughter--on Seventy-first street. Such a splendid houseJoe--you ought to see the front door Byzantine I think you wouldcall it. And inside Oh Joe I never saw anything like it before. quotMy pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. Shes a delicate thing--dresses always in white and the sweetest simplest manners Only eighteen years old. Im to give three lessons a week andjust think Joe 5 a lesson. I dont mind it a bit for when I get two or three more pupils I can resume my lessons with Herr Rosenstock. Now smooth out that wrinkle between your brows dear and lets have a nice supper.quot quotThats all right for you Delequot said Joe attacking a can of peas with a carving knife and a hatchet quotbut how about me Do you think Im going to let you hustle for wages while I philander in the regions of high art Not by the bones of Benvenuto Cellini I guess I can sell papers or lay cobblestones and bring in a dollar or two.quot Deliacame and hung about his neck. quotJoe dear you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had quit my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on 15 a week. You mustnt think of leaving Mr. Magister.quot quotAll rightquot said Joe reaching for the blue scalloped vegetable dish. quotBut I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isnt Art. But youre a trump and a dear to do it.quot quotWhen one loves ones Art no service seems too hardquot said Delia. quotMagister praised the sky in that sketch I made in the parkquot said Joe. quotAnd Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window.I may sell one if the right kind of a moneyed idiot sees them.quotquotIm sure you willquot said Delia sweetly. quotAnd now lets bethankful for Gen. Pinkney and this veal roast.quot During all of thenext week the Larrabees had an early breakfast. Joe was enthusiastic about some morning-effect sketches he was doing in Central Park andDelia packed him off breakfasted coddled praised and kissed at 7 oclock. Art is an engaging mistress. It was most times 7 oclock when he returned in the evening. At the end of the week Delia sweetly proud but languid triumphantly tossed three five-dollar bills on the 8x10 inches centre table of the 8x10 feet flat parlour. quotSometimesquot she said a little wearily quotClementina tries me. Im afraid she doesnt practise enoughand I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white and that does get monotonous. But Gen. Pinkney is the dearest old man I wish you could know him Joe. He comes insometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano--he is a widower you know--and stands there pulling his white goatee. And how are the semiquavers and the demisemiquavers progressing he always asks. quotI wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room Joe And those Astrakhan rug portières. And Clementina has suc h a funny little cough. I hope she is stronger than she looks. Oh I really am getting attached to her she is so gentle and high bred. Gen. Pinkneys brother was once Minister to Bolivia.quot And then Joe with the air of a Monte Cristo drew forth a ten a five a two and a one--all legal tender notes--andlaid them beside Delias earnings. quotSold that watercolour of the obelisk to a man from Peoriaquot he announced overwhelmingly. quotDont joke with mequot said Delia quotnot from Peoriaquot quotAll the way. I wish you could see him Dele. Fat man with a woollen muffler and a quill toothpick. He saw the sketch in Tinkles window and thought it was a windmill at first. He was game though and bought it anyhow. He ordered another--an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot--to take back with him. Music lessons Oh I guess Art is still in it.quot quotIm so glad youve kept onquot said Delia heartily. quotYoure bound to win dear. Thirty-three dollars We never had so much to spend before. Well have oysters to-night.quot quotAnd filet mignon withchampignonsquot said Joe. quotWhere is the olive forkquot On thenext Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his 18 on the parlour table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands. Half an hour later Delia arrived her right hand tied upin a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages. quotHow is thisquot asked Joe after the usual greetings. Delia laughed but not very joyously. quotClementinaquot she explained quotinsisted upon a Welsh rabbit after her lesson. She is such a queer girl. Welsh rabbits at 5 in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish Joe just as if there wasnt a servant in the house. I know Clementina isnt in good health she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled a great lot of it boiling hot over my hand and wrist. Ithurt awfully Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry But Gen. Pinkney--Joe that old man nearly went distracted. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody--they said the furnace man or somebody in the basement--out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesnt hurt so much now.quot quotWhats thisquot asked Joe taking the hand tenderly and pulling at some white strands beneath the bandages. quotIts something softquot said Delia quotthat had oil on it. Oh Joe did yousell another sketchquot She had seen the money on the table. quotDid Iquot said Joe quotjust ask the man from Peoria. He got his depot to-day and he isnt sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand Delequot quotFive oclock I thinkquot said Dele plaintively. quotThe iron--I mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen Gen. Pinkney Joe when--quot quotSit down here a moment Delequot said Joe. He drew her to the couch sat beside her and put his arm across her shoulders. quotWhat have you been doing for the last two weeks Delequothe asked. She braved it for a moment or two with an eye full of love and stubbornness and murmured a phrase or two vaguely of Gen. Pinkney but at length down went her head and out came the truth and tears. quotI couldnt get any pupilsquot she confessed. quotAnd I couldnt bear to have you give up your lessons and I got a place ironing shirts in that big Twenty-fourth street laundry. And I think I did very well to make up both General Pinkney and Clementina dont you Joe And when a girl in the laundry set down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon I was all the way home making up that story about the Welsh rabbit. Youre not angry are you Joe And if I hadnt got the work you mightnt have sold your sketches to that man from Peoria.quot quotHe wasnt from Peoriaquot said Joe slowly. quotWell it doesnt matter where he was from. How clever you are Joe--and--kiss me Joe--and what made you ever suspect that I wasntgiving music lessons to Clementinaquot quotI didntquot said Joequotuntil to-night. And I wouldnt have then only I sent up this cotton waste and oil from the engine-room this afternoon for a girl upstairs who had her hand burned with a smoothing-iron. Ive been firing the engine in that laundry for the last two weeks.quot quotAnd then you didnt--quot quotMy purchaser from Peoriaquot said Joe quotand Gen. Pinkney are both creations of the same art--but you wouldnt call it either painting or music.quot And then they both laughed and Joe began: quotWhen one loves ones Art no service seems--quot But Delia stopped him with her hand on his lips. quotNoquot she said--quotjust When one loves.quot 乔和德丽雅互相——或者彼此随你高兴怎么说——一见倾心短期内就结了婚——当你爱好你的艺术时就觉得没有什么牺牲是难以忍受的。

After twenty years

After twenty years

beat
n.1.a regular route for a sentry or policeman 巡逻区域 2.the rhythm in a piece of music 节奏、节拍 v. 1.to defeat sb in a game or competion打败 2.to hit sb/sth very hard 敲打、拍打 他下棋赢了我。 He beat me at chess. She was beating dust out of the carpet. 她正在拍掉地毯上的灰尘。 I was a fledgling newspaper reporter at that time;my beat was education. beat one's brains out 绞尽脑汁,反复推敲 beat up on sb 狠打 beat it
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Key words
• • • • • • • Christmas Eve businessman and beggar to have a big dinner in a restaurant made a promise kept the promise for eight years in the ninth,something happened one was too full , one was too hungry
The time was barely 10 o'clock at night. Paraphrse:
It was only hardly ten o' clock at night.
How do you think about the policeman?

A Service of Love 爱的牺牲

A Service of Love 爱的牺牲

讲述了一对贫穷却热爱艺术的年轻夫妻,为了成全对方不得不放弃了各自挚爱的艺术追求的感人故事,同时展现了19世纪美国草根阶层生活的无奈与艰辛。

This touching story is about a young couples who love the arts deeply, in order to help the other chase their pursuit of art, and show the frustration and hardship of American grassroots(草根阶层)in the 19th century.A Service of LoveJoe came to New York from the Middle West, dreaming about painting. Delia came to New York from the South, dreaming about music. Joe and Delia met in a studio. Before long they were good friends and got married.They had only a small flat to live in, but they were happy. They loved each other, and they were both interested in art. Everything was fine until one day they found they had spent all their money.Delia decided to give music lessons. One afternoon she said to her husband," Joe, dear, I've found a pupil, a general's daughter. She is a sweet girl. I'm to give three lessons a week and get $5 a lesson."But Joe was not glad. "But how about me?" he said," Do you think I'm going to watch you work while I play with my art? No, I want to earn some money too.""Joe, dear, you are silly," said Delia. "You must keep at your studies. We can live quite happily on $15 a week.""Well, perhaps I can sell some of my pictures, "said Joe.Every day they parted in the morning and met in the evening. A week passed and Delia brought home $15, but she looked a little tired."Clementina sometimes gets on my nerves. I'm afraid she doesn't practice enough. But the general is the dearest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe."And then Joe took eighteen dollars out of his pocket."I've sold one of my pictures to a man from Peoria, "he said, "and he has ordered another.""I'm so glad, "said Delia.” Thirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before.We'll have a good supper tonight."Next week Joe came home and put another eighteen dollars on the table. In half an hour Delia came, her right hand in a bandage."What's the matter with your hand?” said Joe.Delia laughed and said, "Oh, a funny thing happened! Clemantina gave me a plate of soup and spilled some of it on my hand. She was very sorry for it. And so was the old general. But why are you looking at me like that, Joe?""What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Delia?""Five o'clock, I think. The iron-I mean the soup-was ready about five, why?""Delia, come and sit here, "said Joe. He drew her to the couch and sat beside her."What do you do every day, Delia? Do you really give music lesson? Tell me the truth."She began to cry. "I couldn't get any pupils,” she said,” So I got a place in alaundry ironing shirts. This afternoon a girl accidentally set down an iron on my hand and I got a bad burn. But tell me, Joe, how did you guess that I wasn't giving music lessons?""It's very simple,” said Joe.” I knew all about your bandages because I had to send them upstairs to a girl in the laundry who had and accident with a hot iron. You see, I work in the engine-room of the same laundry where you work.""And your pictures? Did you sell and to that man from Peoria?""Well, your general with his Clementina is an invention, and so is my man from Peoria."And then they both laughed.爱的奉献乔怀着对绘画艺术的梦想,从美国中西部来到纽约。

O.Henry 英文 生平简介

O.Henry  英文 生平简介

William Sydney Porter (1862-1910)O.Henry –One of the greatest short-novel-tellers in the world The father of the modern American short stories• Life is made up of sobs, sniffles and smiles with sniffes predominating. 人生是由呜咽、抽泣和微笑组成的,而在三者之中,抽泣处于支配地位。

•He was a prolific American short-story writer, a master of surprise endings, who wrote about the life of ordinary people in New York City.•Henry was known as a good end, it was called “O• Henry-end”.(欧亨利式结尾)Although some critics were not so enthusiastic about his work, the public loved it.•He was called Prose Laureate<lɔriɪt>of Manhattan and Father of short stories.•(曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父)•He is one of three short story master in the world.(O. Henry , Maupassant莫泊桑, Chekhov 、契诃夫)ContentLife IntroductionO Henry’s worksO Henry’s Features I.I I.I I I.I V.Some Comments on O. Henry•In 1862O. Henry was born •in Greensboro, North Carolina.His father, Algernon Sidney Porter, was a physician(医生).His mother,Mary Jane Virginia Swaim Porter, sometimes wrote poetry.In 1865, when he was three, his mother died,and he was raised by his paternal (父亲般的)grandmother and maiden aunt.William was an avid reader.As a child, Porter was always reading, everything from classics to d ime novels(无价值小说), his favorite work was Lane's translation of One Thousand and One Nights.• 1. Real name:Williams Sydney Porter•威廉姆斯·西德尼·波特• 2. Birthplace: Greensboro, North California • • 3.Family Background: his father, a physician • • 4. Education: receive little formal schooling •• 5. Working Experiences: did a variety of odd jobs (药房学徒、牧牛人、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者、银行出纳员)•When he was 15he became a pharmacy[ˈf ɑrm əsi]药房)apprentice (学徒)and then he moved to Texas to improve his health as a herding (畜牧)cattle person. (• 1882.Porter traveled with Dr. James K.Hall to Texas in March 1882, hoping that a change of air would help alleviate a persistent cough he had developed.) In taxes ,he got a lot of a life experience.worked as a shepherd , ranch hand(大农场工人), cook and baby-sitter. While on the ranch, he learned bits of Spanish and German from the mix of immigrant ranch hands.• 1884 .he traveled with Richard to AUSTIN.Porter took a number of different jobs over the next several years, first as pharmacist then as a draftsman, bank teller and journalist.He also began writing as a sideline(副业).Porter led an active social life in Austin, including membership in singing and drama groups . Porter was a good singer and musician. He played both the guitar and mandolin(曼陀林(一种琵琶类乐器)).• •• In 1887he married Athol and his wife encouraged him to pursue his writing. •1888.Athol gave birth to a son in 1888, who died hours after birth.•• 1889.his daughter, Margaret Worth Porter was born.••• In 1894 he started a humorous weekly The Rolling Stone(《滚石》).•When the weekly failed, he joined the Houston Post as a reporter and columnist(专栏作家).•• In 1897 he was convicted of embezzling[im:bezl]挪用)money and sentenced to five years in prison.•• His wife died on July 25, 1897 from tuberculosis([tʊbə:kjəlosɪs, tjʊ-]肺结核).••His pseudonym(笔名):It is believed that Porter found his pen name while in jail, where one of the guards was named Orrin Henry. Other sources say that the name was derived from his calling “Oh Henry!”after the family cat, Henry. Guy Davenport wrote that the name was a condensation of “Ohio Penitentiary”(俄亥俄监狱)• While in prison Porter started to write short stories to support his daughter Margaret.• Porter was released on July 24, 1901, for good behavior after serving three years.•He had fourteen stories published under various pseudonyms while he was in prison, but was becoming best known as "O. Henry",a pseudonym([su:dənɪm]假名,化名) that first appeared over the story "Whistling Dick's Christmas Stocking" in the December 1899 issue of McClure's Magazine.• B.入狱风波1891年,欧·亨利在First National Bank of Austin做一名职员,正当他的生活颇为安定之时,却发生了一件改变他命运的事情。

Unit1WeletotheunitReading课件高中英语牛津译林版选择性

Unit1WeletotheunitReading课件高中英语牛津译林版选择性
B7U1 honesty and responsibility
Wlcm+reading
barely adv. 刚好;仅仅,勉强可能; 几乎不;刚才
* cigar n. 雪茄烟 appointment n. 约定,约会;任命,委任;
职务
tear down 拆毁,拆除 * keen adj. 灵敏的,敏锐的;渴望, 热切,热衷于
Being honest is the first step and it can help us to take responsibility for our feelings and behaviors.
What other descriptions of honesty and responsibility can you add to the lists?
• act in a way that is truthful and don’t hide the truth or trick others;
• ...
Possible answers:
Think & Share
What proverbs about honesty and responsibility do you know? How do you understand them?
B7 U1
Honesty and responsibility are the core of our moral values.
What do you think is the relationship between honesty and responsibility according to the descriptions?
● Witches' Loaves —《女巫的面包》

A Service of Love 爱的牺牲

A Service of Love 爱的牺牲

A Service of Love爱的牺牲作者介绍欧·亨利(O.Henry)1862-1910,原名威廉·西德尼·波特(William Sydney Porter),美国著名小说家,与法国的莫泊桑、俄国的契诃夫并称为世界三大短篇小说巨匠。

他的短篇小说构思巧妙,手法独特,以幽默的语言和出人意料的结局而闻名于世,大多表现美国中下层人民的生活,被誉为“美国生活的百科全书”。

著名作品有:《最后一片藤叶》(The Last Leaf)、《警察与赞美诗》(The Cop and the Anthem)、《麦琪的礼物》(The Gift of the Magi)等。

作品介绍《爱的牺牲》讲述了一对怀有艺术梦想的夫妇,在爱与信仰的精神支撑下共同为生活奋斗的故事。

乔·拉雷毕有绘画天赋,而他的妻子迪莉娅·拉雷毕热爱音乐。

为了维持生计和实现彼此的梦想,他们放下高雅的艺术追求,一个去街头卖风景画,另一个去教富家小姐音乐课,而现实中的身不由己,却让两人演绎了一出阴差阳错的人间喜剧。

如同欧·亨利大多数以爱情为主题的作品相似,该故事也选取了社会中最普通的大众作为主角,从他们普通而琐碎日常生活中将“为爱牺牲”这个永恒而温馨的主题娓娓道来。

1enthusiasticadj. 热心的;热情的;热烈的;狂热的2coddle vt.悉心照料,娇惯3languid adj.疲倦的; 没精打采的,呆滞的; 萧条的; 慢吞吞4triumphantlydv.耀武扬威地,得意扬扬地5monotonousadj.枯燥无味的; (声音,话语)单调的,无抑扬顿挫的6widowern.鳏夫7obeliskn.方尖碑8overwhelminglyadv.压倒地,无法抵抗地9game adj.对…有兴趣的;10freight n.货运,货物; 运费; 船运货物; 货运列车11queer adj.古怪的; 可疑的; 不适的12distracted adj.思想不集中的; 心烦意乱的13plaintivelyadv.悲哀地,哀怨地14stubbornnessn.倔强,顽强; 牛性; 牛脾气; 犟劲15confess vt.& vi.承认; 聆听(某人的)忏悔(或告罪、告解)作品赏析:欧·亨利的短片小说大多从“小”处着眼。

《爱的牺牲》读后感

《爱的牺牲》读后感

《爱的牺牲》读后感范文(通用5篇)《爱的牺牲》读后感1“当你爱着你的艺术,没有什么是不能牺牲的。

”欧·亨利用这句话开了这篇小说的头,也用这句话贯穿了文章的始终。

在文章的结尾,当男女主人公明白对方那善意的谎言,明白了对方为自己所做的牺牲时,男主人公想用这句话来表达自己的情感,女主人公打断了他的话,说只要他爱着就够了。

这是多么有深意的话语,多么精彩的结尾,这是多么真挚的爱情。

文章的开端,作者用描写这对小夫妻生活的不易,但其中透露出的不是忧伤与悲凉,而是满满的幸福。

“因为他们有各自深爱的艺术,又有钟情的彼此。

”这从另一个方面也说明了这对小夫妻对彼此深深的爱,我们也可以从文章对他们对话的描写中看出这一点,这是对结局的铺垫,作者用了这种手法把写出了“既在意料之外又在情理之中”的结局。

可见作者对文章结构的把握是多么扎实。

在语言方面,作者没有用他那幽默讽刺惹人发笑的犀利言语,而是用平淡的语调叙述了这样一个温馨的故事,这更能让人感觉出平淡的小夫妻之间真挚的爱情,充满艺术的美感。

而且小说中的大部分情节的展开都是以对话的形式,通过人物的对话来表达人物内心的感情。

在欧·亨利的小说中,作者常以一种边聊天边讲故事的语调叙述故事,这无疑拉近了与读者的距离,所以他的小说读起来令人倍感真实与亲切。

小说中的“艺术”一词出现的频率很高,但由于出现的时间地点不同,这个词的意思也是多变的。

例如在文章的中部,艺术指的是男女主人公的理想,而在文章的结尾处,艺术成了一种真挚的爱情,在文章的开头第一句话,艺术则包含了以上两种意思,一语双关,但读者只有看完文章后才能读懂其中的含义。

再来说一下文章的主题,主题很明确,就是——爱情,文章中的这种爱情没有过多的浪漫,沉重的誓言,而是一种“为了我爱之人的理想甘愿牺牲我的理想的爱情”。

男女主人公都有着自己的理想,并为之不懈的奋斗。

但是,当面对二选一的情况时,他们都选择了对方的理想,甘愿放弃自己的理想,这也就表明了,在他们的心中,爱情的分量要超过他们的理想,也就是当你爱着一个人时,没有什么是不可以牺牲的,包括你的理想,这也是作者向我们传达的一种精神,为爱牺牲的精神。

欧亨利的作品介绍

欧亨利的作品介绍

The Gift of the Magi
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The author arranged the entire plot just to get the readers to wait, to cause an suspense, the pleasurable excitement and anticipation of the outcome. From the beginning, the readers keep guessing what the Jim and Della will buy for each other, and the coincidence of their gifts is the greatest suspense the author put in his article.
欧·亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文 亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文

最后一片叶子(中英对照)资料

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“欧·亨利英语短篇小说赏析”选修课程的开发与实施研究

“欧·亨利英语短篇小说赏析”选修课程的开发与实施研究

“欧·亨利英语短篇小说赏析”选修课程的开发与实施研究作者:方旦来源:《新课程·下旬》2018年第02期摘要:将小说赏析引入高中英语选修课堂有助于学生阅读理解能力的提高和思维品质的提升。

通过着重介绍“欧·亨利英语短篇小说赏析”选修课程的背景与目标、教材选编原则、教学设计与课程实施方式,以小说《心与手》的教学实践为例,阐述课程教学的具体思路与方法。

关键词:小说赏析;选修课程;阅读理解能力;思维品质一、课程开发背景浙江英语高考新增的“读后续写”题型考查学生多项英语核心能力,不仅对学生的写作能力提出了全新的要求,而且对学生的阅读能力和思维能力提出了更高的要求。

首先,要提高记叙文阅读理解能力。

新题型提供的语言材料多以记叙文故事类文章为主,故事情节有曲折、有起伏,这就要求学生善于提取记叙文要素、深入分析文本以及辨识记叙文的语言特点。

然而现行人教版高中英语教材中的故事类文章极少,学生的故事类文章阅读量不足,文本分析缺乏,语言赏析匮乏。

其次,提升良好的思维品质。

《考试说明》(教育部考试中心,2015)中“读后续写”题型的评分原则第一和第二条是:“与所给短文及段落开头语的衔接程度;内容的丰富性和对所给关键词语的覆盖情况。

”原文和后续的融洽衔接要求考生有缜密的逻辑思维能力,而丰富的内容要求考生合理发挥想象力和创造力来续写结尾,因此,培养良好的思维品质是提升读后续写写作素养的关键策略。

基于以上问题的思考,笔者认为开发与实施研究英语小说赏析选修课程应当是一条非常值得尝试的途径。

小说赏析能增加学生故事类文章的阅读量和深层阅读体验,丰富地道的语言输入能提高学生的语言能力,鉴赏性的阅读任务设计有助于培养良好的思维品质和塑造正确的情感态度和价值观。

鉴于课堂的有限时间和新题型语言材料的短小篇幅(350词以内)以及结尾续写的题型要求,笔者从以独具匠心的结尾见长的欧·亨利短篇小说中选材,开设了“欧·亨利英语短篇小说赏析”选修课程。

欧亨利

欧亨利

The Cop and the Anthem
警察与赞美诗
The Summery
The character Soapy, is homeless, a member of the substantial army of underclass men and women who had flocked to New York City during the earliest years of the twentieth century. One day in late fall, Soapy faces the urgent necessity of finding some sort of shelter for the winter. As with many other homeless people in the United States, Soapy is psychologically experienced in thinking of the local jail as a homeless shelter. He therefore develops a series of tactics(策略) intended to encourage the police to classify him as a criminal and arrest him.
Firstly, he tried to have dinner and not pay and get put in jail for that. The upper-class restaurant looked at Soapy's threadbare clothes and refused to serve him. Then he threw a brick through a window. Officer didn„t believe he did it because he hung around(闲荡,徘徊).
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A SERVICE OF LOVE (爱的牺牲)英文版A SERVICE OF LOVE-- O. HenryWhen one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.That is our premise. This story shall draw a conclusion from it, and show at the same time that the premise is incorrect. That will be a new thing in logic, and a feat in story-telling somewhat older than the great wall of China.Joe Larrabee came out of the post-oak flats of the Middle West pulsing with a genius for pictorial art. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with a prominent citizen passing it hastily. This effort was framed and hung in the drug store window by the side of the ear of corn with an uneven number of rows. At twenty he left for New York with a flowing necktie and a capital tied up somewhat closer.Delia Caruthers did things in six octaves so promisingly in a pine-tree village in the South that her relatives chipped in enough in her chip hat for her to go "North" and "finish." They could not see her f--, but that is our story.Joe and Delia met in an atelier where a number of art and music students had gathered to discuss chiaroscuro, Wagner, music, Rembrandt's works, pictures, Waldteufel, wall paper, Chopin and Oolong.Joe and Delia became enamoured one of the other, or each of the other, as you please, and in a short time were married--for (see above), when one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began housekeeping in a flat. It was a lonesome flat--something like the A sharp way down at the left-hand end of the keyboard. And they were happy; for they had their Art, and they had each other. And my advice to the rich young man would be--sell all thou hast, and give it to the poor--janitor for the privilege of living in a flat with your Art and your Delia.Flat-dwellers shall indorse my dictum that theirs is the only true happiness. If a home is happy it cannot fit too close--let the dresser collapse and become a billiard table; let the mantel turn to a rowing machine, the escritoire to a spare bedchamber, the washstand to an upright piano; let the four walls come together, if they will, so you and your Delia are between. But if home be the other kind, let it be wide andlong--enter you at the Golden Gate, hang your hat on Hatteras, your cape on Cape Horn and go out by the Labrador.Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister--you know his fame. His fees are high; his lessons are light--his high-lights have brought him renown. Delia was studying under Rosenstock--you know his repute as a disturber of the piano keys.They were mighty happy as long as their money lasted. So is every-- but I will not be cynical. Their aims were very clear and defined. Joe was to become capable very soon of turning out pictures that old gentlemen with thin side-whiskers and thick pocketbooks would sandbag one another in his studio for the privilege of buying. Delia was to become familiar and then contemptuous with Music, so that when she saw the orchestra seats and boxes unsold she could have sore throat and lobster in a private dining-room and refuse to go on the stage.But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat-- the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.But after a while Art flagged. It sometimes does, even if some switchman doesn't flag it. Everything going out and nothing coming in, as the vulgarians say. Money was lacking to pay Mr. Magister and Herr Rosenstock their prices. When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard. So, Delia said she must give music lessons to keep the chafing dish bubbling.For two or three days she went out canvassing for pupils. One evening she came home elated."Joe, dear," she said, gleefully, "I've a pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people! General--General A. B. Pinkney's daughter--on Seventy-first street. Such a splendid house, Joe--you ought to see the front door! Byzantine I think you would call it. And inside! Oh, Joe, I never saw anything like it before."My pupil is his daughter Clementina. I dearly love her already. She's a delicate thing-dresses always in white; and the sweetest, simplest manners! Only eighteen years old. I'm to give three lessons a week; and, just think, Joe! $5 a lesson. I don't mind it a bit; for when I get two or three more pupils I can resume my lessons with Herr Rosenstock. Now,smooth out that wrinkle between your brows, dear, and let's have a nice supper.""That's all right for you, Dele," said Joe, attacking a can of peas with a carving knife and a hatchet, "but how about me? Do you think I'm going to let you hustle for wages while I philander in the regions of high art? Not by the bones of Benvenuto Cellini! I guess I can sell papers or lay cobblestones, and bring in a dollar or two."Delia came and hung about his neck."Joe, dear, you are silly. You must keep on at your studies. It is not as if I had quit my music and gone to work at something else. While I teach I learn. I am always with my music. And we can live as happily as millionaires on $15 a week. You mustn't think of leaving Mr. Magister.""All right," said Joe, reaching for the blue scalloped vegetable dish. "But I hate for you to be giving lessons. It isn't Art. But you're a trump and a dear to do it.""When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard," said Delia."Magister praised the sky in that sketch I made in the park," said Joe. "And Tinkle gave me permission to hang two of them in his window. I may sell one if the right kind of a moneyed idiot sees them.""I'm sure you will," said Delia, sweetly. "And now let's be thankful for Gen. Pinkney and this veal roast."During all of the next week the Larrabees had an early breakfast. Joe was enthusiastic about some morning-effect sketches he was doing in Central Park, and Delia packed him off breakfasted, coddled, praised and kissed at 7 o'clock. Art is an engaging mistress. It was most times 7 o'clock when he returned in the evening.At the end of the week Delia, sweetly proud but languid, triumphantly tossed three five-dollar bills on the 8x10 (inches) centre table of the 8x10 (feet) flat parlour.Sometimes," she said, a little wearily, "Clementina tries me. I'm afraid she doesn't practise enough, and I have to tell her the same things so often. And then she always dresses entirely in white, and that does get monotonous. But Gen. Pinkney is the dearest old man! I wish you could know him, Joe. He comes in sometimes when I am with Clementina at the piano--he is a widower, you know--and stands there pulling his white goatee. 'Andhow are the semiquavers and the demisemiquavers progressing?' he always asks."I wish you could see the wainscoting in that drawing-room, Joe! And those Astrakhan rug portieres. And Clementina has such a funny little cough.I hope she is stronger than she looks. Oh, I really am getting attached to her, she is so gentle and high bred. Gen. Pinkney's brother was once Minister to Bolivia."And then Joe, with the air of a Monte Cristo, drew forth a ten, a five, a two and a one--all legal tender notes--and laid them beside Delia's earnings."Sold that watercolour of the obelisk to a man from Peoria," he announced overwhelmingly."Don't joke with me," said Delia, "not from Peoria!""All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat man with a woollen muffler and a quill toothpick. He saw the sketch in Tinkle's window and thought it was a windmill at first, he was game, though, and bought it anyhow. He ordered another--an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot--to take back with him. Music lessons! Oh, I guess Art is still in it.""I'm so glad you've kept on," said Delia, heartily. "You're bound to win, dear. Thirty-three dollars! We never had so much to spend before. We'll have oysters to-night.""And filet mignon with champignons," said Joe. "Were is the olive fork?"On the next Saturday evening Joe reached home first. He spread his $18 on the parlour table and washed what seemed to be a great deal of dark paint from his hands.Half an hour later Delia arrived, her right hand tied up in a shapeless bundle of wraps and bandages."How is this?" asked Joe after the usual greetings. Delia laughed, but not very joyously.Clementina," she explained, "insisted upon a Welsh rabbit after her lesson. She is such a queer girl. Welsh rabbits at 5 in the afternoon. The General was there. You should have seen him run for the chafing dish, Joe, just as if there wasn't a servant in the house. I know Clementina isn't in good health; she is so nervous. In serving the rabbit she spilled a great lotof it, boiling hot, over my hand and wrist. It hurt awfully, Joe. And the dear girl was so sorry! But Gen. Pinkney!--Joe, that old man nearly went distracted. He rushed downstairs and sent somebody--they said the furnace man or somebody in the basement--out to a drug store for some oil and things to bind it up with. It doesn't hurt so much now.""What's this?" asked Joe, taking the hand tenderly and pulling at some white strands beneath the bandages."It's something soft," said Delia, "that had oil on it. Oh, Joe, did you sell another sketch?" She had seen the money on the table."Did I?" said Joe; "just ask the man from Peoria. He got his depot to-day, and he isn't sure but he thinks he wants another parkscape and a view on the Hudson. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dele?""Five o'clock, I think," said Dele, plaintively. "The iron--I mean the rabbit came off the fire about that time. You ought to have seen Gen. Pinkney, Joe, when--""Sit down here a moment, Dele," said Joe. He drew her to the couch, sat beside her and put his arm across her shoulders."What have you been doing for the last two weeks, Dele?" he asked.She braved it for a moment or two with an eye full of love and stubbornness, and murmured a phrase or two vaguely of Gen. Pinkney; but at length down went her head and out came the truth and tears."I couldn't get any pupils," she confessed. "And I couldn't bear to have you give up your lessons; and I got a place ironing shirts in that big Twentyfourth street laundry. And I think I did very well to make up both General Pinkney and Clementina, don't you, Joe? And when a girl in the laundry set down a hot iron on my hand this afternoon I was all the way home making up that story about the Welsh rabbit. You're not angry, are you, Joe? And if I hadn't got the work you mightn't have sold your sketches to that man from Peoria."He wasn't from Peoria," said Joe, slowly."Well, it doesn't matter where he was from. How clever you are, Joe --and--kiss me, Joe--and what made you ever suspect that I wasn't giving music lessons to Clementina?""I didn't," said Joe, "until to-night. And I wouldn't have then, only I sent up this cotton waste and oil from the engine-room this afternoon for a girl upstairs who had her hand burned with a smoothing-iron. I've been firing the engine in that laundry for the last two weeks.""And then you didn't--""My purchaser from Peoria," said Joe, "and Gen. Pinkney are both creations of the same art--but you wouldn't call it either painting or music.And then they both laughed, and Joe began:"When one loves one's Art no service seems--"But Delia stopped him with her hand on his lips. "No," she said-- "just 'When one loves.'"欧.亨利:爱的牺牲译者:王仲年当你爱好你的艺术时,就觉得没有什么牺牲是难以忍受的。

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