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Now, I, Jon - xi, have become a well-known artist with a small, cozy gallery. I have also fulfilled my dream of painting the Naples Bay, fully indulging in my passion for art. Yet, every time I pick up my brush to paint on a blank canvas, both Xiu and I remember the one person who will never be forgotten... that is Grandpa Berman.
Three years ago, I was an incredibly unfortunate girl, battling a fatal illness: pneumonia. It was during the winter season, and I lived with my sister Xiu and Grandpa Berman in a rented apartment near Washington Park. The illness and poverty had pushed me into despair, and I no longer wanted to live. I had to lie in bed, counting the remaining leaves on the ivy tree outside the window, comparing myself to that tree, thinking that when the last leaf fell, I too would die. I used to think that way!
One morning, a cold gust of wind filled with mist from the night’s rain brushed against my neck, waking me up. Xiu was still fast asleep. I stared blankly at the green curtain that had been drawn down. I weakly called out to Xiu, ordering:
- Lift it up, I want to see. *She did so reluctantly. But, to my surprise! There was still one leaf clinging desperately to the branch after a stormy night of rain and snow that seemed endless!
However, the leaf had turned yellow, only retaining a little green at the stem. I thought, soon I will die. - That’s the last leaf! I thought it would have fallen during the storm last night! I heard the wind blow! Today it will fall, and at the same time, I will die! Xiu lowered her pale face closer to my pillow, sobbing:
- My dear, my dear! Please think of me, if you no longer wish to think of yourself! What will I do then?
But I didn’t respond. It seemed like the bond between me and the world was loosening, bit by bit, leaving me in despair and pain. I silently laughed at myself, blaming my existence, questioning why I was born into this life full of danger and with an illness that offered little hope of survival. Day and night, I just lay there, watching the time pass quietly. Yes, I had lost the will to live, my eyes were lifeless, as if I were already dead. I no longer cared about this short life! I just wanted to die and get it over with…!
That whole day, and even when the sun went down and left its duties to the moon, the leaf was still there, clinging to its stem on the wall. The night came, the storm raged on as if trying to challenge the ivy tree, and the rain fell relentlessly from the low Dutch-style eaves. *When dawn broke, I ordered Xiu to lift the curtain again, and the ivy leaf was still there. I lay there for a long time, staring at it, deeply moved. Then I called Xiu, who was busy cooking chicken porridge over a stove:
- You’re such a naughty girl, my dear Xiu! Something has kept that last leaf in place, making me realize how badly I have acted. Wanting to die is a sin. Now, can I please have some porridge and milk mixed with a little red wine, and hand me my hand mirror? Then fluff my pillows around me so I can sit up and watch you cook. An hour later, I cheerfully shared my dream:
- Dear Xiu, one day I hope to paint the Naples Bay.
In the afternoon, the doctor came, and when he left, Xiu told me to rest while she went out to pay for his visit. *The next day, while I was happily knitting a dark green scarf, which would be of no use, Xiu slowly approached and suddenly threw herself into my arms with the pillows.
- I have something to tell you, my guinea pig. Grandpa Berman passed away from pneumonia today at the hospital. He was sick for only two days. On the first morning, the gatekeeper found him severely ill in his room downstairs. His shoes and clothes were soaked and freezing. No one could imagine where he had been during such a terrible night. But they found an oil lamp still lit, a ladder pulled out of its place, some paintbrushes scattered, and a palette with green and yellow mixed together. And my dear, look out the window, look at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Do you wonder why it never sways or moves when the wind blows? Oh, my dear, that is Grandpa Berman’s masterpiece; he painted it there the night the last leaf fell.
I was stunned, shocked. I never imagined things would turn out this way. Two tears slowly rolled down my wet cheek, and one dropped with a soft plop onto the ground.
Three years have passed, but I always blame myself, feeling regret and constantly asking why. Was it because of me that Grandpa Berman sacrificed his life to save me? Why did he do that? Oh, Grandpa, I thank you so much. Thanks to your strength, I found the courage to live on, to walk firmly down the path I’ve chosen, discovering new things and meeting many people! I promise to live happily, so that I am worthy of the price you paid, so that you can rest in peace! I thank you so much – without you, I would feel lost, Grandpa!


4. Reference Article 2
I am Xiu, a young artist who deeply loves painting. Although my work doesn't bring much material wealth, it allows me to live with my passion and create art that serves life. The masterpiece that always moves me, one I can never forget, is the last leaf that Grandpa Berman painted on the wall outside the window many years ago.
I live in a rented apartment with a younger friend, Jon-Xi. She, like me, is a young artist. Below us is Grandpa Berman’s room, a poor artist who dreamed of creating a masterpiece but never managed to do so. I remember that winter when Jon-Xi contracted pneumonia. She was exhausted and frail. The money for treatment was running out, and she often became depressed, contemplating death. Looking out the window at the ivy wall, Jon-Xi counted each remaining leaf and believed that when the last leaf fell, she too would give up and pass away. I was deeply worried about her but felt helpless to change her bleak thoughts. When Jon-Xi slept, I quietly pulled down the curtain so she could rest. I gestured for Grandpa Berman to come into the room, and together, we nervously gazed out at the ivy tree, unsure of what to say. The cold, persistent rain outside continued, snow covering everything. I silently focused on painting a picture of Grandpa Berman in his old green shirt, portraying him as an elderly miner sitting on an overturned kettle pretending to be a rock.
The next morning, after only about an hour of sleep, I woke to find Jon-Xi staring blankly at the green curtain. She weakly ordered me, “Lift it up, I want to see.” I tiredly pulled up the curtain as she wished.
But both Jon-Xi and I were amazed to see the ivy leaf still clinging to the brick wall. I had feared that the storm and gusting winds would have blown the remaining leaves away. But, luckily, there was still one leaf left – the last one on the vine. I watched it intently, the courageous leaf clinging to its stem. The stem was dark green, while the serrated edges of the leaf had turned yellow, hanging about twenty feet above the ground.
Jon-Xi said, “I thought for sure it would have fallen last night. That’s the last leaf. I heard the wind blowing, and today it will fall, and at the same time, I will die.”
I lowered my haggard face toward my pillow and spoke to her almost pleadingly, “My dear, my dear! Please think of me if you no longer wish to think of yourself. What will I do without you?”
Jon-Xi didn’t respond. She must have been feeling deeply lonely and hopeless, consumed by thoughts of her mysterious journey ahead, thoughts that now overwhelmed her mind.
The day passed slowly, both Jon-Xi and I still gazing at the lonely ivy leaf, clinging desperately to its stem. That night, the cold wind howled again, and the rain beat violently against the window. I heard the patter of rain on the ground. At dawn, Jon-Xi again ordered me to raise the curtain and look out the window, waiting for something.
I was stirring chicken porridge for her over the stove when Jon-Xi, looking out the window, saw that the ivy leaf was still there. She stared at it for a while, then cheerfully called out to me, “I’ve been a naughty girl, dear Xiu.” I turned around to see her, and she continued, “Something made that last leaf stay, showing me how terribly wrong I’ve been. Wanting to die is a sin.” Then she asked me for some porridge, a little milk mixed with red wine, the bed, and for me to help her sit up so she could watch me cook. Afterward, she shared her dream of someday painting Naples Bay.
In the afternoon, the doctor came, and I made an excuse to walk him out into the hallway. He told me Jon-Xi had improved by fifty percent. I was overjoyed for her but also received some bad news about Grandpa Berman, who had contracted pneumonia and was in critical condition.
The next day, the doctor informed me that Jon-Xi had passed the worst, and he reminded me to take extra care of her. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to sit with her, finding her in a much brighter mood. I lovingly embraced her and shared with her the secret of the last leaf… We both cried, overwhelmed by the realization that Grandpa, who lived so quietly, had secretly held a heart full of love. His 40-year dream of a masterpiece, unfulfilled in life, had been completed, though he never knew it.
Now, Grandpa Berman rests in another world. His sacrifice for Jon-Xi’s life and for art has given both of us the strength and passion to continue our own artistic journeys.


5. Reference Article 3
As an artist, I – Xiu often travel to various places in search of inspiration. One day, while I was sketching a painting, a leaf suddenly fell and landed on my easel. It moved me deeply, and I couldn’t help but recall the events of ‘The Last Leaf’ that took place a few years ago.
Back then, I was very young, living with my friend Jon-Xi… I remember going with Grandpa Berman to the adjacent room. We both stared silently at the ivy vine, not knowing what to say, but my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The last leaf would surely fall tonight. Would Jon-Xi die? I would lose a dear friend, a sister, and my heart ached! What could I do to save her from the hands of death? I could only swallow my tears and care for Jon-Xi, encouraging her to rethink her despair.
After having only an hour of sleep, I woke up to find Jon-Xi already awake, staring blankly at the window. She weakly whispered for me to pull up the curtain, her face pale, skin ashen. It seemed like she wasn’t listening to anything I said. Reluctantly, I slowly moved towards the window, pulling up the curtain while praying, “Please, Lord, have mercy. Don’t let the last leaf fall. Don’t take Jon-Xi away.” To my amazement, the last leaf was still there. Could it be that my prayers had been answered? How wonderful! The brave leaf clung to the branch, defying the harsh weather. I looked back at Jon-Xi; she too was staring at the leaf. Perhaps her thoughts and emotions were shifting in that moment.
Jon-Xi’s face brightened, and she spoke to me… I felt a wave of joy and rushed to embrace her, overwhelmed by the unexpected happiness. When the doctor arrived to examine Jon-Xi, I found an excuse to slip outside, my hands trembling with fear as I awaited the news. But to my surprise, the doctor brought good news…
However, I was stunned to hear the tragic news about Grandpa Berman’s death from pneumonia. I hugged Jon-Xi and told her the secret of the last leaf. We cried together, mourning him. Grandpa had lived quietly, but little did we know, his heart was filled with love. His 40-year dream of creating a masterpiece, which he never achieved in life, had in fact been realized. Did he know he had created his masterpiece?
Now, Grandpa Berman rests in another world. Jon-Xi and I have matured as artists, striving to live up to his sacrifice. We have decided to travel widely, bringing true art to serve humanity. Thank you, Grandpa! Thank you for your great heart and noble sacrifice! You’ve taught us a profound lesson in humanity.


