THE LAST LEAF(最后一片常春藤叶英文改写).docVIP

THE LAST LEAF I’m Johnsy. Sue, my best friend, and I met at a cafe on Eighth Street. We have the same tastes in art chicory salad and bishop sleeves, so we joint studio. In November, unfortunately, the Pneumonia stalked about the district. When I heart that I was among the victims, everything seemed to lose color. I was too disappointed to live because of the small chances. However, Sue, never losing confidence, was always staying with me and looking after me. Every time when the doctor invited Sue into the hallway, I know my body condition is worse. In order to encourage me, she created cheerful atmosphere. But for me, I was a pessimistic person that I have no optimistic attitude to fight with the illness. I looked out of the window. I noticed an old ivy vine which only has few leaves in the bare, dreary yard. The cold breath of autumn had blown away its leaves. “Twelve, eleven, ten,” I counted the lucky leaves of the tree. “Six,” I said, in almost a whisper. “They’re falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it’s easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now.” I thought my life is similar to the leaves of tree. “Sue. When the last one falls I must go, too. I’ve know that for three days.” I told to her. “Look. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. I’ll go, too.” After hearing that, her face blanched. She let me try to sleep. Then, she called Behrman up to be her model for the old miner. Lying on the sickbed, I thought nothing. I was tired of thinking and waiting. I just wanted to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves. Gradually, I fell asleep. Maybe, tomorrow, I would go another place. The beating rain and fierce wind never stopped all night. When I awoke, I asked Sue to pull the curtain up. What surprised me was that the last leaf on the vine. The day wore away and even throug