【正文】 sts of wind that had endured through the livelong 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.4作品賞析編輯因這我想看到最后一片葉子掉下來，我等得不耐煩了，也想得不耐煩了，我想擺脫一切飄下去，飄下去，像一片可憐的，疲倦了的葉子那樣。 ——引自《最后一片葉子》為什么要放棄？自己的命運就得自己來主宰；這世上的每一個生命都有權(quán)力活出自己的精彩；就把自己當作一個勇士，任何的驚險，都要去嘗試；在每一次失落、失敗后，都要勇敢地站起來！要對自己的未來負責，不需要別人來畫上那一片葉子，讓我們自己對自己說：永遠都不放棄，在任何時刻！貝爾門，一個偉大的畫家。雖然他的大半生都窮困潦倒，走得是一條失敗之路。但他始終有個響亮的目標——畫一幅“偉大的杰作”。四十年，他都沒有因自己的失敗而放棄作畫，他一直等待著時機。與把自己的生命寄托于一片飄搖的葉子瓊西相比，貝爾門更像一個失敗的英雄。面對他，和他用生命畫成的“杰作”，我們?nèi)魏稳硕疾坏貌幻C然起敬。 然而，如果冷靜地思考一下，像貝爾門這樣幾乎盲目的執(zhí)著卻并非可取。若沒有最后的偶然，他將是一個徹頭徹尾的可憐蟲。在這個世界上，物競天擇，適者生存，既然他在畫畫方面沒有什么天賦，不可能有更大的發(fā)展，那就應該明智些，在活下來的前提下，更換一種新的生存方式 ，努力使自己活得更出色，而不必拘泥于那沒有發(fā)展的繪畫。生活就像一棵樹。我們不可能將每片葉子、每件事都做得很好。很多時候需要放棄許多的葉子，但不放棄自己。放棄一些葉子，只是為了讓有限的水分和養(yǎng)料開出自己想要的花，結(jié)出自己想要的果，只是為了讓自己的根枝長得更粗壯，讓自己有一個更有發(fā)展余地的未來。 優(yōu)質(zhì)參考資料