The Gift of the Magi

介绍：美国著名作家殴亨利的短篇小说《麦琪的礼物》描写了一对相爱至深的情侣在圣诞节互送礼物的故事。

故事情节虽简单，但我们还是能透过作者细腻的笔触感受到浓浓的温情，可谓是非常适合在圣诞季阅读的温暖小说。

THE GIFT OF THE MAGI麦琪的礼物by O. Henry [美]欧·亨利／著潘明元／译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.一元八角七。

全都在这儿了，其中六角是一分一分的铜板。

这些分分钱是杂货店老板、菜贩子和肉店老板那儿软硬兼施地一分两分地扣下来，直弄得自己羞愧难当，深感这种掂斤播两的交易实在丢人现眼。

德拉反复数了三次，还是一元八角七，而第二天就是圣诞节了。

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.除了扑倒在那破旧的小睡椅上哭嚎之外，显然别无他途。

the gift of the magi读后感《The Gift of the Magi》是美国著名短篇小说家欧·亨利的一部经典作品。

本文将为您分享我对这部作品的读后感。

---最近，我重温了欧·亨利的经典之作《The Gift of the Magi》，这部温馨感人的故事再次触动了我内心深处的柔软。

作品讲述了在一个寒冷的圣诞节，一对年轻夫妇为了给对方送上最珍贵的礼物，不惜牺牲自己最宝贵的东西。

在物欲横流的现代社会，这个故事让我感受到了真爱的力量和人性的美好。

故事中的主人公德拉和吉姆是一对经济拮据的年轻夫妇。

在圣诞节来临之际，他们为了给对方买到一份心仪的礼物，各自做出了令人感慨的牺牲。

德拉卖掉了自己引以为傲的长发，为吉姆购买了一条白金表链；而吉姆则卖掉了自己珍贵的金表，为德拉买了一把全套的梳子。

当两人在圣诞夜交换礼物时，虽然礼物已失去了原本的意义，但他们从中体会到了对方深沉的爱意。

读完这个故事，我不禁为这对夫妇的真挚感情所感动。

在物质生活丰富的今天，许多人追求名牌、奢侈品，试图用金钱衡量爱情。

然而，《The Gift of the Magi》告诉我们，真正的爱情是无法用金钱购买的。

德拉和吉姆虽然失去了自己最宝贵的东西，但他们收获了更加珍贵的爱情，这也是他们送给彼此最美好的礼物。

此外，这个故事还让我思考了人性的美好。

在物欲横流的社会，人们往往容易为了追求物质而忽略了内心的善良。

而《The Gift of the Magi》正是通过这对夫妇的举动，提醒我们要珍惜内心的善良和真诚。

正是这种善良和真诚，让这个世界变得更加美好。

总之，《The Gift of the Magi》这部作品让我深刻体会到了真爱的力量和人性的美好。

在这个故事中，我看到了爱情最纯粹的样子，也感受到了善良与真诚的力量。

跪求人教版高中英语课文翻译,高一到高三高一：1. The Gift of the Magi (《玛吉的礼物》)Jim和Della是一对年轻夫妇，他们非常相爱，但很穷。

他们在圣诞节前夕想要为对方买份礼物，但没有多少钱。

最终，Jim把自己最喜爱的物品－手表卖掉，为Della买了一条漂亮的发带。

而Della则剪下了自己的长发，卖给一名女士买了Jim喜欢的烟斗。

最终两人都没有得到自己想要的礼物，但却证明了他们对彼此的爱是无价的。

2. The Necklace (《项链》)故事的主人公是一个叫做Mathilde的年轻妇女，她梦想着过上富裕的生活。

她借来一条美丽的项链去参加一个高级晚宴，但却在回家的路上把它弄丢了。

为了偿还借来的项链，Mathilde和她的丈夫努力工作了十年，在这十年里生活十分清贫。

最终，Mathilde才发现这条项链其实是假的，一切都是因为她太过追求虚荣。

高二：1. The Phoenix and the Turtle (《凤凰与鸽》)这首诗是莎士比亚所写的。

故事讲述了凤凰与一只谔谔鸽的恋爱故事，它们的爱情是美好的、单纯的，但却注定了他们的结局将是悲剧的。

它们的爱情带着一种神秘、超凡的东西。

2. The Scarlet Letter (《红字》)小说讲述了17世纪末期，在新英格兰一座小镇上，一名年轻女子名叫Hester Prynne被判定为有罪，因为她有了婚外恋，并生下了一个女婴。

她被迫在她的衣服上佩戴一个被刺绣成红色A字母，以示惩罚和耻辱。

该书探讨了道德、社会规范和自由意志的边界。

高三：1. The Great Gatsby (《了不起的盖茨比》)这本小说讲述了20世纪20年代一个名叫Jay Gatsby的年轻富豪的故事，他热烈地追求自己热爱的女人Daisy Buchanan。

该书探讨了财富、欲望、爱情和失落的主题，是美国现代文学的经典之一。

2. To Kill a Mockingbird（《杀死一只知更鸟》）该书是由Harper Lee所写的小说，主要围绕一场针对一个错嫁者的指控，该事件引发了家庭内部的矛盾及社会方面的关注。

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。

The Gift of the MagiDELLA:Madame:Jim：Boss:道具：硬币、红酒雨伞、小风扇、旧大衣、镜子、手链ACT 1It was the day before Christmas .Della counted the money again and again .She looked very sad.Della：Pennies saved one and two at a time by negotiating with the men at the market who sold vegetables and meat..It was Three times i counted the money. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And the next day would be Christmas.(我们可以准备18个一角的硬币。

背景音乐《平安夜》)There was clearly nothing to do but sit down and cry. So Della cried. Which led to the thought that life is made up of little cries and smiles, with more little cries than smiles.DELLA坐下并哭Let’s have a look at the home .Everything in this house was so old ,the old desk ,the old shelf and the old bed. (背景ppt)Della finished her crying and dried her face（动作）. She stood by the window and looked out unhappily at a gray cat walking along a gray fence in a gray back yard.DELLA: Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and I had only one dollar and eighty-seven cents to buy MY husband Jim a gift. I had been saving every penny I could for months, with this result. Expenses had been greater than i had expected. Many a happy hour i had spent planning to buy something nice for him. Something fine and rare -- something close to being worthy of the honor of belonging to Jim.There was a tall glass mirror between the windows of the room. Suddenly Della turned from the window and stood before the glass mirror and looked at herself.DELLA: OH, How beautiful my hair is. It’s just like waterfall. OH, my god. I can sell my hair for some money.(Magi展示自己的长发，穿上破旧的外套，拿着雨伞匆忙地出去了。

The Gift of the MagiO. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. Andsixty cents of it was in pennies. Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would beChristmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on theshabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Whichinstigates(鼓动、煽动) the moral reflection that life is made upof sobs and smiles, with sobs predominating（支配、统治）.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with thepowder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully ata gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrowwould be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with whichto buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. 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.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.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling(轻柔的起伏) and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking（彻底搜索）the stores for Jim's present.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. It was a platinum fob chain（白金表链）simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone. 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（偷偷地，暗中地）on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.She got out her curling irons（卷发钳）.Within forty minutes her head was covered withtiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfullylike a schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in themirror long, carefully, and critically.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain inher hand and sat on the corner of the table near the doorthat he always entered. Then she heard his step on thestair away down on the first flight, and she turned whitefor 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 with his eyes 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（情感）that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar（特别的）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（艰难地、辛苦地）."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?"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. 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 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（狂喜地）scream of joy; and then, alas!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.She hugged them to her bosom（胸口）, 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. "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（坐到沙发上）and put his hands under the back of hishead and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presentsaway 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（权利）of exchange in case of duplication （重复）. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed（牺牲）for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.。