In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called “places.” These “places” make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account！

　　So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a “colony.”

　　At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. “Johnsy” was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine； the other from California. They had met at the table of an Eighth Street “Delmonico’s,” and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.

　　That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown “places.”

　　Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote； and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

　　One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.

　　“She has one chance in – let us say, ten,” he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. “ And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she’s not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind？”

　　“She – she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.” said Sue.

　　“Paint？ – bosh！ Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice – a man for instance？”

　　“A man？” said Sue, with a jew’s-harp twang in her voice. “Is a man worth – but, no, doctor； there is nothing of the kind.”

　　“Well, it is the weakness, then,” said the doctor. “I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten.”

　　After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy’s room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

　　Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.

　　She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

　　As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

　　Johnsy’s eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting – counting backward.

　　“Twelve,” she said, and little later “eleven”； and then “ten,” and “nine”； and then “eight” and “seven”, almost together.

　　Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count？ There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.

　　“What is it, dear？” asked Sue.

　　“Six,” said Johnsy, 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.”

　　“Five what, dear？ Tell your Sudie.”

　　“Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I’ve known that for three days. Didn’t the doctor tell you？”

　　“Oh, I never heard of such nonsense,” complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. “What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well？ And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don’t be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were – let’s see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one！ Why, that’s almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self.”

　　“You needn’t get any more wine,” said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. “There goes another. No, I don’t want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I’ll go, too.”

　　“Johnsy, dear,” said Sue, bending over her, “will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working？ I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.”

　　“Couldn’t you draw in the other room？” asked Johnsy, coldly.

　　“I’d rather be here by you,” said Sue. “Beside, I don’t want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves.”

　　“Tell me as soon as you have finished,” said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, “because I want to see the last one fall. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.”

　　“Try to sleep,” said Sue. “I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I’ll not be gone a minute. Don’t try to move ’til I come back.”

　　Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo’s Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress’s robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.

　　Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy’s fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.

　　Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.

　　“Vass！” he cried. “Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine？ I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her？ Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy.”

　　“She is very ill and weak,” said Sue, “and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn’t. But I think you are a horrid old – old flibbertigibbet.”

　　“You are just like a woman！” yelled Behrman. “Who said I will not bose？ Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott！ dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott！ yes.”

　　Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.

　　When Sue awoke from an hour’s sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.

　　“Pull it up； I want to see,” she ordered, in a whisper.

　　Wearily Sue obeyed.

　　But, lo！ after the beating rain and fierce gusts 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 to-day, 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 won’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 coming 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, commanded 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.

　　“I’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 hand-mirror 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 Sue’s thin, shaking hand in his. “With good nursing you’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 to-day to be made more comfortable.“

　　The next day the doctor said to Sue： “She’s out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now – that’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 to-day 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 couldn’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 colors mixed on it, and – look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn’t you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew？ Ah, darling, it’s Behrman’s masterpiece – he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.”

Remember a few years ago, for the first time in Rome in Venice, sitting alone in the ancient near square chichen itza, watching the old stone weeds, hand touch with thousands of sites are not only the space, but through 2000 years ago, as the majesty of the Roman emperor, heart. Help militaryoutpostsbuilt When I stepped out of the land of Egypt, and the airport by sunset moment, see that engulfed the boundless, gradually slightly heavy breathing the air, can write that thousands of years ago the Pharoah fading light and glory.
Compared to the emperors, Egyptian pharaohs doesn’t seem keen to build the palace, luxury, but all the energy and artistic inspiration to all of the altar and the temple into after the death of the residence building. So in Egypt, not the grand palace, the eyeful is building the temple or fine tomb. But pyramids, will be our first stop.
Pyramid always countless topic, aliens, UFO even pharaoh’s curse, let it covered the mysterious, but when you were approached yarn, can feel the pyramid was never guess who wulitou way, but for a mirage and remembrance of ancient dynasty. Egypt territory about 96 pyramids, the most famous is located in giza pyramids, and OuDeHu Cardiff in the left, cernet pyramid stepped-pyramid towers will always be ignored by people, believe me, the history of ancient pyramids, though not the most impressive grand buildings, but it had started in a traditional Egyptian history is very thick wrote a pen. Maybe when 49 years of commoner the Iraqi prime minister of pharaoh’s novel the peculiar to build the graveyard, he also thought that in the next millennium is emulated by the pharaohs.
Before a pyramid is complete, the temple under sorching burning sun, it seems that everything was lit, but when entered the temple, but the moment colonnade felt a chill colonnade, not the light of export, like another world, the entrance to the glory of that belongs to pharaoh. But in the centuries later, build the pyramids skill to an unprecedented height, the method LaoHu pyramid building in Cardiff, 4000 years after his death, was the world’s tallest man-made buildings, until the Eiffel Tower in Paris in 1889.

Don’t go to Egypt, before in Egypt pyramid and have only know such sites, the great sphinx is not know karnak and temples. In my eyes, located in luxor temple, the territory of Egypt karnak is one of the greatest and most spectacular and the magnificent temple, is an important symbol of ancient Egypt.
Luxor armorica Thebes, located in the south of Cairo about 700 kilometers along the Nile is the ancient Egyptian empire, in the new period, the capital, has been more than 4,000 years history. In the 18th and dynasty (about 1584-221 BC in 1341 years), Thebes, the city is at the peak across the Banks of the Nile. 88 years BC, until into decline was destroyed. It is the ancient Egyptian civilization development. Pharaoh was built here in the temple, including numerous karnak temple is retained conservation complete temple. It was founded in BC, followed by more than ten 1870 to expansion, is Egypt dynasties ancient pharaohs to sun, moon and the natural god temple of god. Karnak temple scale, with all the archway built Stonehenge, the temple was thirty-eight meters, is spectacular.
Standing at karnak temple gate, I patiently looked up at high into the sky to walk away, the side because I was deeply moved by its head, a question: so the germination of tall stone, ancient Egyptian side is built? Besides, I pay attention to building stone and two former, around each stand with more than 20 meters high, the two huge stone like giant keeper, look, the one on the left intact, the right is damaged, but it is still not tall wham’s keeper image. When I look to the left and see on the left when moving up beside the door is a few meters high and relative fields of door, see the obelisk is mysterious obelisk, think it is plain and simple, luxuriant, give a person a kind of inarticulate strength and moved.

Aswan, Egypt is the most brilliant sunshine city, also reserve the ancient Egyptian life because of the city, there are abundant resources, etc., and gold, granite, Africa, the Middle East and the Egyptian trade center, is quite important position, the rich cultural relics, near the beautiful scenery, thus become a tourist.
Aswan geographic location and kaohsiung is similar to that of sunshine all year round, ShiYangGuang winter is gentle, therefore become personage cold weather resort. During the summer sun is due out, visit, there may be heatstroke badly and tourists from six to August to the best.
Hot weather is perhaps the relationship between people and the pace of life is special Aswan. When walking in the cliffs and build the binhai road, watching little sail, or sit in the dining hall to enjoy the food, Egypt (Nubian) romantic Nubian music, are quite unforgettable travel experience, in addition to the must-see programs in Egypt is the felucca (3). Someone says, the Nile is the Aswan most beautiful river in the Nile, Aswan along the Nile, here, through the desert and granite rocks glistening, come near Aswan, through many covered with green island of tropical plants, and clear rivers interweave beautiful view.

In Cairo Egypt the liberation of the city square, is the world’s most famous, the largest ancient Egyptian relics museum — each to Cairo to travel will swim. Here the collection ancient Egyptian pharaoh era 5,000 years of historical relics, pottery and papyrus literature, mummy, even the most ordinary cultural relics, in other countries, the museum will be as a treasure of the town. And let the Egyptian museum is proud of pharaoh treasure is tutankhamun, legends, the nine years old was less than 20 years died young of pharaoh, because without the grave too are covered by looters without, as were later archaeologists discovered, so a small enough to let pharaoh discovered was shocked the whole world that people who wanted to pharaoh treasure martial more filled with infinite daydream.
At this time, 4 gold mask quietly staring at each to tourists, whether he knew, he was seemingly insignificant car drive, cane, now has become a thousand remarkable rarities. Guide also tells us, and valuable mummy ever to 7 AiBang price is sold to foreign explorers. Let people have to sigh: human civilization, in the history of the long river, when really reveal her unique charm and value. The two layers of museums, according to the different theme was divided into different rooms and exhibition, the rich, the precious exhibits, for the world, also become the proud in Cairo.

Open-air movies places are generally in the arabah, Melbourne is, many other cities and the town is at the beach, the beautiful scenery in Sydney, the botanical garden, the gulf between the curtain on the background, a cinema is the Sydney opera house and magnificent Sydney harbour bridge and the centre of Sydney’s skyline. Here’s the cinema fare and the city, movie is probably an outlet. Anyway, everybody here, the film’s new-found, care in the landscape and picnic. Film to 9 p.m. until nightfall, more than 7 a.m. can play. At 6 o ‘clock in the nearby a reporter around tired, want to rob a good position here scenery, but at the entrance, people have long picnic equipment and took food and drink: moistureproof mat, blankets, plastic mat, chair, fruit, wine, French fries, Hamburg. After all their approach to occupy the favorable terrain Sydney harbour dusk beauty, drink will eat up. It’s noisy and busy. Curtain of night arrives, the sea breeze xu, everyone to quiet down, the film began.
In the seaside town, outdoor movie screen on the beach, people on the beach or sit or lie, or in pairs or 351 group, distance and several campfire, someone singing, dancing with someone. Movie started showing, everything will be quiet. Locals like open-air movies. With open-air theater for center of nightlife, also can let indoor bar like the tourists a beautiful and special memories.
In addition, there is a portable device is popular family outdoor cinema. An air mattress, use the same movie screen projectors, the image, deserve to go up play, want to see what movie sound ok, ok. Where screening of
Open-air movies like the open-air concert, the Australian summer is an integral part of life. Open-air movies let them put the picnic at night during the day. For many people, the film began the hours before the film itself is more important than perhaps.

Sydney as Xuan colour, turn a kaleidoscope of colors, a view is to look is another amorous feelings. If you want to really know the city, Sydney, understand why called “the world’s only Sydney, then follow us,” the steps in the southern hemisphere and slow swim the most lively metropolis, explore hidden deep in the city of beautiful scenery!

Take your swimsuit! This is a few of the Eastern Coastal Beaches that being. This short coast, but has attracted a lot of attention from the people, and even more than the most popular uh, uh, Bondi Bronte and walk in this way, you can see many elsewhere cannot see the beautiful coast, and will be available in the swimming pool to swim a rock.
In this section of the wooden walking around the sides of the small frog in the bushes, natural softly sing the ear barbs makes you feel like during the journey, enjoy a brisk walk along while serenade chairs lets you appear so easily hiking, coast!

At first to see a lot of material before the grand canyon, know the famous canyon flowing quietly by the moment at the bottom of the Colorado river with 600 million years, a cutting ravine for 446 kilometers, the widest place nearly 30 kilometers, the vertical nearly 2 kilometers deep. The rock layers of cutting out the section shows the 20 million years ago from the earth history since. These Numbers, if use the concept of some concrete, can let a person to the grand canyon of spectacular an imagination. But the real feelings, is not only the measure, the number you personally stood in front of the cliffs, emerging from the bottom, can send for creation of heartfeltly.
According to the line, the evening beforehand, we drove across America by a route 66, came to the town called Williams. The typical American western town, the house with strewn at random road. Our hotel is the grand canyon railway hotel, two floors of a hotel is decorated very spacious hall and deep in western almost incredible corridor. In the morning, and found that the room nearby another door into the outside door, push the door, the eyes are a few of the railway: this appearance cleaned on track and thiny hotel this morning, but we will be here by train to the grand canyon.

Endangered million meters of mariana trench by saipan, starting from the sea level is low; the coastlands From the bottom, but mountain. If you stand on the island peaks tower ChaoShan tabor, overlooking scenery, the saipan island, is evident across the north and south ends north-south direction, like a pair of arms extended to sea coast, as is steep cliffs, west of the sea, a sea of coral reefs distance sunshine because of seawater two-tone and green, green, blue, blue wait for color, like a bright multicoloured ribbon. The deep blue ink in the world, is the deepest trenches – 1 million meters, trench MaLiAn. Every morning on the soft sunsets, the sun yat vast quiet ocean consoles, picturesque scenery as calendar.
The blue sky, glittering and translucent get rid of seawater, the brilliant sunshine, silvery white beaches and colourful coral reefs, constitute a fabulous park. Facing such days, so you can put the sea, all the troubles in cleaning. Barefoot on silver beach, overlooking the sea blue from the shore, enjoy the beautiful horizon, or lie enjoying tender sea in the ear, the sun whispering soft, let a person LeErWangFan.
Saipan’s islands in the north Mary is the largest island in the Pacific Ocean, east, west near the sea, and adjacent to the island of Guam and better. Saipan peak at an altitude of more than 42 only, standing at the top, the panorama of the island. Filled with halcyon and saipan tranquil beauty, like in the blue Pacific which a radiant pearl. On the island of natural scenery and original style lets a person, be captivated remains a highlight of the island.
Saiban is bold and unrestrained island, the color blue sky, white, azure sea beach, the coconut trees and shrubs, pricking up and the flaming red sunset FengHuangHua and magnesio-riebeckite, god in this small island in wanton brandish asperses a gorgeous colour. 5 to 7 months, sunshine, like a piece of saiban color palette “, “rich colorful dazzling.

In 1936, the completion of the concrete arch DAMS 220 m, high dam long 377 meters, water-holding capacity at 350 million cubic meters. And by the lake mead reservoir formation can be used on farmland can also hydroelectric power. The dam was built, since in most parts of the southwestern United States. Moreover, because it is near the Las Vegas, many people in Las Vegas in exhaustion after the input to drive luxury and dissipation of nature. Watching the magnificent water pouring down, while enjoying the calm lake. Two kinds of disparate scenery in one but a panoramic view of the dam, and the list is deserved.