【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground. 　　It is the last one, said Johnsy. I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today, and I shall die at the same time. 　　Dear, dear! said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, think of me, if you won39。t think of yourself. What would I do? 　　But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed. 　　The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the ing of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves. 　　When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, manded that the shade be raised. 　　The ivy leaf was still there. 　　Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove. 　　I39。ve been a bad girl, Sudie, said Johnsy. Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and no。 bring me a handmirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook. 　　And hour later she said: 　　Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples. 　　The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. 　　Even chances, said the doctor, taking Sue39。s thin, shaking hand in his. With good nursing you39。ll win. And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him。 but he goes to the hospital today to be made more fortable. 　　The next day the doctor said to Sue: She39。s out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now that39。s all. 　　And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all. 　　I have something to tell you, white mouse, she said. Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn39。t imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn39。t you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it39。s Behrman39。s masterpiece he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell. 基本簡介：　　真實(shí)姓名：威廉西德尼波特(William Sydney Porter) 　 　 筆　名：歐亨利() 　　 生卒年代： 　　美國著名批判現(xiàn)實(shí)主義作家，世界三大短篇小說大師之一。（歐亨利、莫泊桑、契訶夫） 　　原名威廉西德尼波特（William Sydney Porter），是美國最著名的短篇小說家之一，曾被評論界譽(yù)為曼哈頓桂冠散文作家和美國現(xiàn)代短篇小說之父。他出生于美國北卡羅來納州格林斯波羅鎮(zhèn)一個(gè)醫(yī)師家庭。 基本信息：他的一生富于傳奇性，當(dāng)過藥房學(xué)徒、牧牛人、會(huì)計(jì)員、土地局辦事員、新聞?dòng)浾?、銀行出納員。當(dāng)銀行出納員時(shí)，因銀行短缺了一筆現(xiàn)金，為避免審訊，離家流亡中美的洪都拉斯。后因回家探視病危的妻子被捕入獄，并在監(jiān)獄醫(yī)務(wù)室任藥劑師。他創(chuàng)作第一部作品的起因是為了給女兒買圣誕禮物，但基于犯人的身份不敢使用真名，乃用一部法國藥典的編者的名字作為筆名。1901年提前獲釋后遷居紐約，專門從事寫作。 　　歐亨利善于描寫美國社會(huì)尤其是紐約百姓的生活。他的作品構(gòu)思新穎，語言詼諧，結(jié)局總使人“感到在情理之中，又在意料之外”；又因描寫了眾多的人物，富于生活情趣，被譽(yù)為“美國生活的幽默百科全書”。代表作有小說集《白菜與國王》、《四百萬》、《命運(yùn)之路》等。其中一些名篇如《愛的犧牲》、《警察與贊美詩》、《麥琪的禮物》（也稱作《賢人的禮物》）、《帶家具出租的房間》、《最后一片藤葉》等使他獲得了世界聲譽(yù)。 　　名 句：“這是一種精神上的感慨油然而生，認(rèn)為人生是由啜泣、抽噎和微笑組成的，而抽噎占了其中絕大部分?！?《歐亨利短篇小說選》) 作者簡介：　　1862年9月11日，美國最著名的短篇小說家之——?dú)W亨利（）出生于美國北卡羅來納州有個(gè)名叫格林斯波羅的小鎮(zhèn)。曾被評論界譽(yù)為曼哈頓桂冠散文作家和美國現(xiàn)代短篇小說之父。1862年他出身于美國北卡羅來納州格林斯波羅鎮(zhèn)一個(gè)醫(yī)師家庭。父親是醫(yī)生。他原名威廉西德尼波特(William Sydney Porter)。他所受教育不多，15歲便開始在藥房當(dāng)學(xué)徒，20歲時(shí)由于健康原因去德克薩斯州的一個(gè)牧場當(dāng)了兩年牧牛人，積累了對西部生活的親身經(jīng)驗(yàn)。1884年以后做過會(huì)計(jì)員、土地局辦事員、新聞?dòng)浾?。此后，他在德克薩斯做過不同的工作，包括在奧斯汀銀行當(dāng)出納員。他還辦過一份名為《滾石》的幽默周刊，并在休斯敦一家日報(bào)上發(fā)表幽默小說和趣聞逸事。1887年，亨利結(jié)婚并生了一個(gè)女兒。 正當(dāng)他的生活頗為安定之時(shí)，卻發(fā)生了一件改變他命運(yùn)的事情。1896年，奧斯汀銀行指控他在任職期間盜用資金。他為了躲避受審，逃往洪都拉斯。1897年，后因回家探視病危的妻子被捕入獄，判處5年徒刑。在獄中曾擔(dān)任藥劑師，他創(chuàng)作第一部作品的起因是為了給女兒買圣誕禮物，但基于犯人的身份不敢使用真名，乃用一部法國藥典的編者的名字作為筆名，在《麥克呂爾》雜志發(fā)表。1901年，因“行為良好”提前獲釋，來到紐約專事寫作。 正當(dāng)他的創(chuàng)作力最旺盛的時(shí)候，健康狀況卻開始惡化，于1910年病逝。 名作　　歐亨利在大概十年的時(shí)間內(nèi)創(chuàng)作了短篇小說共有300多篇，收入《白菜與國王》(1904)[其唯一一部長篇，作者通過四五條并行的線索，試圖描繪出一幅廣闊的畫面，在寫法上有它的別致之處。不過從另一方面看，小說章與章之間的內(nèi)在聯(lián)系不夠緊密，各有獨(dú)立的內(nèi)容]、《四百萬》(1906)、《西部之心》(1907)、《市聲》(