jquery 内容分页

jQuery pagination tutorial. After a short break, I decided to create a new own JQuery plugin for pagination (for different content), which will be based not on the number of elements (childrens) per page, but will take care of the height of the content. And it will try to keep the same height for the pages. This means that the number of elements on the page can be different. Everything will depend on the height of these children. Plus, I will using fade effect to switch between pages.

jQuery分页教程。 短暂休息后，我决定为分页创建一个新的JQuery插件(针对不同的内容)，该插件将不基于每页的元素(子元素)数量，但会考虑内容的高度。 并且它将尝试使页面保持相同的高度。 这意味着页面上的元素数量可以不同。 一切都取决于这些孩子的身高。 另外，我将使用淡入淡出效果在页面之间切换。

In beginning – download our package and check demo:

首先，请下载我们的软件包并查看演示：

现场演示

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Lets start coding !

让我们开始编码！

步骤1. HTML (Step 1. HTML)

As usual, we start with the HTML. This is source code of our sample:

和往常一样，我们从HTML开始。 这是我们示例的源代码：

index.html (index.html)

<link rel="stylesheet" href="css/main.css" type="text/css" />
<script src="js/jquery.min.js"></script>
<script src="js/main.js"></script>
<div class="example">
    <h2>Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Poor cruel folk</h2>
    <div id="content" class="content">
        <div>The King sat naked. Like a foolish pauper on the street, he sat leaning
        against  a  cold  wall, drawing in his blue, goose-bumped legs. He shivered,
        with his eyes closed, he listened, but everything was quiet.</div>
        <div>He awoke at midnight from a nightmare and immediatelly understood  that
        he  was  finished.  Some  one  weezed and writhed by the door of the bedroom
        suite, he heard footsteps, metalic jingling and  drunken  mummbling  of  His
        Highness,  Uncle  Buht: "Let me through... Let me.. Break it down, hell with
        it..." Wet with icy sweat, he slintly rolled off  his  bed,  ducked  into  a
        secter  closet,  and  loosing  himself  he ran down the underground passage.
        Something sqelched under his bare feet, the startled rats dashed  away,  but
        he  did  not notice anything, just now, sitting next to a wall he remembered
        everything; the darkness, the slippery walls, and the pain from  a  blow  on
        the  head against the shakled door to the temple, and his own unberable high
        yelp.</div>
        <div>They shall not enter here, he thought. No one shall enter here. Only if
        the King  order's  so.  But  the  King  shall  not  order...  He   snickered
        hysterically. Oh no, the King will not order! He carefully un screwed up his
        eyes  and  saw  his  blue, hairless legs with scraped knees. Still alive, he
        thought. I will live, because they shall not enter here.</div>
        <div>Everything in the temple  was  blueish  from  the  cold  light  of  the
        lanterns -- long glowing tubes that were stretched under the ceiling. In the
        center,  God stood on an eminence, big, heavy, with sparkling dead eyes. The
        King continuously and stupidly stared, until God was suddenly screened by  a
        shabby  lay  brother,  still  a  greenhorn. Scraching, with an open mouth he
        gazed at the naked King. The King squinted once again. Scum, he  thought,  a
        lousy  vermine,  catch the mongrel and to the dogs, for them to ravage... He
        reasoned that he did not remember the lout well, but he was  long  gone.  So
        scrawny,   snotty...   That's  all  right,  we'll  remember.  We'll  remeber
        everything, Your Highness, Uncle Buht. During the father's  reighn,  I  dare
        say you sat quietly, drank a bit and kept silent, were afraid to be noticed,
        you knew that King Prostyaga did not forget you ignoble treachery...</div>
        <div>Great  was  the father, the King thought with an accustomed envy. You'd
        be great, if your advisors are God's angels in flesh.  All  know,  all  have
        seen  them:  their  faces  fearful, white, like milk, and their garment were
        such that one could not understand if they were  naked  or  not.  And  their
        arrows  were  fiery,  like  lightning,  they  drove  off the nomads with the
        arrows, and although they casted them overhead, half the horde cripled  from
        fear.  His  Highness,  Uncle  Buht,  wispered  once  upon  a time, drunk and
        burping, that those arrows can be cast by anyone, that  special  slings  are
        needed that the angels have and that would be nice to take from them. And he
        said  then -- he was drunk then, -- that if it is nice to have, why not have
        it, why not... Soon after that table talk one angel fell off the  wall  into
        the  moat,  probably  slipped.  Next  to  him they found one of uncle's body
        guards with a javelin between his shoulder  blades.  It  was  a  dark,  dark
        deed...  It  good  that  the people did not care about the angels, they were
        scary to look at, but it is not clear why is it scary -- angels were  happy,
        cordial  people.  Only  their  eyes  were scary. Small, shiny, and they keep
        racing around... non humanoid eyes, not peaceful. So the people hushed down,
        although father, King Prostyaga gave them such freedom that it  is  shameful
        to  remember...  although,  before  the  Coup, father, they say was a saddle
        maker. For saying so, with my own hands I had torn eyes out, and sewen  ears
        shut.  But  I remember, he used to sit in the evenings by the Crystal Tower,
        and he would cut out leather -- beautiful work. And I would perch myself  at
        his  side, it's warm and comfy... The angels were singing from the rooms, so
        quietly, and in harmony, and father would start  to  accompany  --  he  knew
        their  language  --  it  used to be spacious, nobody around... not like now,
        guards are stuck at every corner, but there is no sense in it...</div>
        <div>The King lamented. Yes, he was a good father, just that he did not  die
        for  a long time. You can't do that while your son is still alive... The son
        is also the King, the son also want's to... But Prostyaga did not  age,  I'm
        over  fifty,and  he  still looks younger than me... It looks like the angels
        had asked God for his health... They asked for his health, but  they  forgot
        about  me.  They  say  that  the  second one they managed to pin down in the
        father's room, he had a sling in each hand, but he  did  not  fight.  Before
        death,  they  say,  he  threw both of them out the window, they burst into a
        blue flame, there was no dust  left...  Too  bad  about  the  slings...  And
        Prostyaga, they say, cried and got drunk then, within an inch of his life --
        the  first  time  since  his  reign  --  looked for me, they said, loved me,
        believed...</div>
        <div>The King drew his knees to his chin, and hugged his leggs. So  what  if
        he  believed?  One  should  know  one's  limit,  abdicate,  like  it is done
        elsewhere... and I do not know anything, and do not want to. There was  only
        a conversation with my uncle, His Highnesss.</div>
        <div>"Prostyaga, -- he said, -- doesn't age". -- "Yes, -- I tell him, -- but
        what can  we  do,  the  angels  pleaded for his health." Uncle then sneered,
        scum, and wispered: "Angels, -- he said,  --  no  longer  sing  their  songs
        here".  And  I blurted out: "It is true, but now there is a way to deal with
        them, not just with humans". Uncle looked at me  soberly,  and  immediatelly
        left...  And I didn't really say anything... Empty words, without meaning...
        And in a week Prostyaga died from a heart attack. So what? It was his  time.
        He looked young, but in reality he was over one hundred. We'll all die...</div>
        <div>The King was startled, and covering himself, awkwardly sat up. Into the
        temple  came  the  High  Priest  Agar.  Lay brothers were leading him by the
        hands. He didn't look at the King, came up to God and kneeled  in  front  of
        the  eminence,  tall,  hunch-backed, with waist length dirty-white hair. The
        King gloated "It's the end of you, Your Highness, you did  manage,  I'm  not
        like  Prostyaga,  you'll  ravage your oun intestines, drunken swine..." Agar
        spoke in a rich voice:</div>
        <div>- God! The King wishes to speak to you! Forgive him and listen!</div>
        <div>The room fell silent, no-one dared to breathe. The  King  contemplated:
        when  the  great flood happened, and the earth burst, Prostyaga asked God to
        help, and God came down from the sky as a ball of flame on the same day, and
        that night the earth closed up, and the flood  disappeared.  It  means  that
        this  is  how  it will happen today. You were late uncle, Your Highness, you
        didn't manage. No one can help you now...</div>
        <div>Agar straighned up. The lay brothers that supported him,  jumped  away,
        turned with their backs to God, and covered their heads with their arms. The
        Kind  saw,  how  Agar stretced his clasped hands and put them on Gods chest.
        God's eyes lit up. The King snapped his jaw from fear: the eyes were big and
        different -- one was snakish-green, the other white, as bright as light. One
        could hear how  God  started  to  breathe,  heavily,  with  crackling,  like
        consumption. Agar backed away.</div>
        <div>- Speak, - he whispered. It looked like he was unsettled as well.</div>
        <div>The King lowered to all fours, and started to crawl to the eminence. He
        did not  know what to do or how. And he did not know how he should start and
        whether he should tell the complete truth. God  breathed  heavily,  weezing,
        suddenly he started to whimper, quietly and thinly - scary.</div>
        <div>- I'm  the son of Prostyaga -- said the King in despair, smothering his
        face against the cold stone. -- Prostyaga died. I ask  protection  from  the
        conspirators.  Prostyaga made mistakes. He did not know what he was doing. I
        have fixed everything: calmed the people, became great and unatainable, like
        you, I gathered an army... And the treacherous Buht is disrupting  my  plans
        to conquer the world... He wants to kill me! Help me!</div>
        <div>He raised his head. God, without blinking, was looking in his face with
        green and white. God was silent.</div>
        <div>- Help me... - repeated the King. -- Help! Help! - He suddenly thought,
        that he  is  doing something wrong, and that God is indifferent towards him,
        and inopportunely remembered: they said, his father, Prostyaga, did not  die
        from  a  heart  attack,  but was killed here, in the temple when the killers
        came in, with out asking permission. -- Help!.-- he  screemed  desperatelly.
        -- I'm afraid to die today! Help! Help!</div>
        <div>He  hunched  up  on the stone tiles, biting his hands from an unbarable
        terror. Differently-eyed God hoarsly breathed above his head.</div>
        <div>- Old vermine, - said Tolya. Ernst was quiet. On  the  screen,  through
        the  sparks  of  static an ugly black shape of a human lay splattered on the
        floor. -- When I think, Tolya spoke again, -- that if not for him, Alan  and
        Derek would be alive, I want to do something, that you never wanted to do.</div>
        <div>Ernst shrugged his shoulders and moved to the table.</div>
        <div>- And  I  always think, - Tolya continued, - why didn't Derek shoot? He
        could have killed all...</div>
        <div>- He couldn't , - said Ernst.</div>
        <div>- Why couldn't he?</div>
        <div>- Have you ever tried shooting at a human being?</div>
        <div>Tolya made a wry face, but didn't say anything.</div>
        <div>- Well that's what it was, - said Ernst. -- Try to imagine  it.  It  is
        almost as disgusting.</div>
        <div>A  sorowful howl was heard from the loudspeaker. "HELP HELP I AM AFRAID
        HELP..," the auto-translater was writing.</div>
        <div>- Poor cruel folk... - said Tolya.</div>
    </div>
    <hr />
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        </ul>
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</div>

<link rel="stylesheet" href="css/main.css" type="text/css" />
<script src="js/jquery.min.js"></script>
<script src="js/main.js"></script>
<div class="example">
    <h2>Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Poor cruel folk</h2>
    <div id="content" class="content">
        <div>The King sat naked. Like a foolish pauper on the street, he sat leaning
        against  a  cold  wall, drawing in his blue, goose-bumped legs. He shivered,
        with his eyes closed, he listened, but everything was quiet.</div>
        <div>He awoke at midnight from a nightmare and immediatelly understood  that
        he  was  finished.  Some  one  weezed and writhed by the door of the bedroom
        suite, he heard footsteps, metalic jingling and  drunken  mummbling  of  His
        Highness,  Uncle  Buht: "Let me through... Let me.. Break it down, hell with
        it..." Wet with icy sweat, he slintly rolled off  his  bed,  ducked  into  a
        secter  closet,  and  loosing  himself  he ran down the underground passage.
        Something sqelched under his bare feet, the startled rats dashed  away,  but
        he  did  not notice anything, just now, sitting next to a wall he remembered
        everything; the darkness, the slippery walls, and the pain from  a  blow  on
        the  head against the shakled door to the temple, and his own unberable high
        yelp.</div>
        <div>They shall not enter here, he thought. No one shall enter here. Only if
        the King  order's  so.  But  the  King  shall  not  order...  He   snickered
        hysterically. Oh no, the King will not order! He carefully un screwed up his
        eyes  and  saw  his  blue, hairless legs with scraped knees. Still alive, he
        thought. I will live, because they shall not enter here.</div>
        <div>Everything in the temple  was  blueish  from  the  cold  light  of  the
        lanterns -- long glowing tubes that were stretched under the ceiling. In the
        center,  God stood on an eminence, big, heavy, with sparkling dead eyes. The
        King continuously and stupidly stared, until God was suddenly screened by  a
        shabby  lay  brother,  still  a  greenhorn. Scraching, with an open mouth he
        gazed at the naked King. The King squinted once again. Scum, he  thought,  a
        lousy  vermine,  catch the mongrel and to the dogs, for them to ravage... He
        reasoned that he did not remember the lout well, but he was  long  gone.  So
        scrawny,   snotty...   That's  all  right,  we'll  remember.  We'll  remeber
        everything, Your Highness, Uncle Buht. During the father's  reighn,  I  dare
        say you sat quietly, drank a bit and kept silent, were afraid to be noticed,
        you knew that King Prostyaga did not forget you ignoble treachery...</div>
        <div>Great  was  the father, the King thought with an accustomed envy. You'd
        be great, if your advisors are God's angels in flesh.  All  know,  all  have
        seen  them:  their  faces  fearful, white, like milk, and their garment were
        such that one could not understand if they were  naked  or  not.  And  their
        arrows  were  fiery,  like  lightning,  they  drove  off the nomads with the
        arrows, and although they casted them overhead, half the horde cripled  from
        fear.  His  Highness,  Uncle  Buht,  wispered  once  upon  a time, drunk and
        burping, that those arrows can be cast by anyone, that  special  slings  are
        needed that the angels have and that would be nice to take from them. And he
        said  then -- he was drunk then, -- that if it is nice to have, why not have
        it, why not... Soon after that table talk one angel fell off the  wall  into
        the  moat,  probably  slipped.  Next  to  him they found one of uncle's body
        guards with a javelin between his shoulder  blades.  It  was  a  dark,  dark
        deed...  It  good  that  the people did not care about the angels, they were
        scary to look at, but it is not clear why is it scary -- angels were  happy,
        cordial  people.  Only  their  eyes  were scary. Small, shiny, and they keep
        racing around... non humanoid eyes, not peaceful. So the people hushed down,
        although father, King Prostyaga gave them such freedom that it  is  shameful
        to  remember...  although,  before  the  Coup, father, they say was a saddle
        maker. For saying so, with my own hands I had torn eyes out, and sewen  ears
        shut.  But  I remember, he used to sit in the evenings by the Crystal Tower,
        and he would cut out leather -- beautiful work. And I would perch myself  at
        his  side, it's warm and comfy... The angels were singing from the rooms, so
        quietly, and in harmony, and father would start  to  accompany  --  he  knew
        their  language  --  it  used to be spacious, nobody around... not like now,
        guards are stuck at every corner, but there is no sense in it...</div>
        <div>The King lamented. Yes, he was a good father, just that he did not  die
        for  a long time. You can't do that while your son is still alive... The son
        is also the King, the son also want's to... But Prostyaga did not  age,  I'm
        over  fifty,and  he  still looks younger than me... It looks like the angels
        had asked God for his health... They asked for his health, but  they  forgot
        about  me.  They  say  that  the  second one they managed to pin down in the
        father's room, he had a sling in each hand, but he  did  not  fight.  Before
        death,  they  say,  he  threw both of them out the window, they burst into a
        blue flame, there was no dust  left...  Too  bad  about  the  slings...  And
        Prostyaga, they say, cried and got drunk then, within an inch of his life --
        the  first  time  since  his  reign  --  looked for me, they said, loved me,
        believed...</div>
        <div>The King drew his knees to his chin, and hugged his leggs. So  what  if
        he  believed?  One  should  know  one's  limit,  abdicate,  like  it is done
        elsewhere... and I do not know anything, and do not want to. There was  only
        a conversation with my uncle, His Highnesss.</div>
        <div>"Prostyaga, -- he said, -- doesn't age". -- "Yes, -- I tell him, -- but
        what can  we  do,  the  angels  pleaded for his health." Uncle then sneered,
        scum, and wispered: "Angels, -- he said,  --  no  longer  sing  their  songs
        here".  And  I blurted out: "It is true, but now there is a way to deal with
        them, not just with humans". Uncle looked at me  soberly,  and  immediatelly
        left...  And I didn't really say anything... Empty words, without meaning...
        And in a week Prostyaga died from a heart attack. So what? It was his  time.
        He looked young, but in reality he was over one hundred. We'll all die...</div>
        <div>The King was startled, and covering himself, awkwardly sat up. Into the
        temple  came  the  High  Priest  Agar.  Lay brothers were leading him by the
        hands. He didn't look at the King, came up to God and kneeled  in  front  of
        the  eminence,  tall,  hunch-backed, with waist length dirty-white hair. The
        King gloated "It's the end of you, Your Highness, you did  manage,  I'm  not
        like  Prostyaga,  you'll  ravage your oun intestines, drunken swine..." Agar
        spoke in a rich voice:</div>
        <div>- God! The King wishes to speak to you! Forgive him and listen!</div>
        <div>The room fell silent, no-one dared to breathe. The  King  contemplated:
        when  the  great flood happened, and the earth burst, Prostyaga asked God to
        help, and God came down from the sky as a ball of flame on the same day, and
        that night the earth closed up, and the flood  disappeared.  It  means  that
        this  is  how  it will happen today. You were late uncle, Your Highness, you
        didn't manage. No one can help you now...</div>
        <div>Agar straighned up. The lay brothers that supported him,  jumped  away,
        turned with their backs to God, and covered their heads with their arms. The
        Kind  saw,  how  Agar stretced his clasped hands and put them on Gods chest.
        God's eyes lit up. The King snapped his jaw from fear: the eyes were big and
        different -- one was snakish-green, the other white, as bright as light. One
        could hear how  God  started  to  breathe,  heavily,  with  crackling,  like
        consumption. Agar backed away.</div>
        <div>- Speak, - he whispered. It looked like he was unsettled as well.</div>
        <div>The King lowered to all fours, and started to crawl to the eminence. He
        did not  know what to do or how. And he did not know how he should start and
        whether he should tell the complete truth. God  breathed  heavily,  weezing,
        suddenly he started to whimper, quietly and thinly - scary.</div>
        <div>- I'm  the son of Prostyaga -- said the King in despair, smothering his
        face against the cold stone. -- Prostyaga died. I ask  protection  from  the
        conspirators.  Prostyaga made mistakes. He did not know what he was doing. I
        have fixed everything: calmed the people, became great and unatainable, like
        you, I gathered an army... And the treacherous Buht is disrupting  my  plans
        to conquer the world... He wants to kill me! Help me!</div>
        <div>He raised his head. God, without blinking, was looking in his face with
        green and white. God was silent.</div>
        <div>- Help me... - repeated the King. -- Help! Help! - He suddenly thought,
        that he  is  doing something wrong, and that God is indifferent towards him,
        and inopportunely remembered: they said, his father, Prostyaga, did not  die
        from  a  heart  attack,  but was killed here, in the temple when the killers
        came in, with out asking permission. -- Help!.-- he  screemed  desperatelly.
        -- I'm afraid to die today! Help! Help!</div>
        <div>He  hunched  up  on the stone tiles, biting his hands from an unbarable
        terror. Differently-eyed God hoarsly breathed above his head.</div>
        <div>- Old vermine, - said Tolya. Ernst was quiet. On  the  screen,  through
        the  sparks  of  static an ugly black shape of a human lay splattered on the
        floor. -- When I think, Tolya spoke again, -- that if not for him, Alan  and
        Derek would be alive, I want to do something, that you never wanted to do.</div>
        <div>Ernst shrugged his shoulders and moved to the table.</div>
        <div>- And  I  always think, - Tolya continued, - why didn't Derek shoot? He
        could have killed all...</div>
        <div>- He couldn't , - said Ernst.</div>
        <div>- Why couldn't he?</div>
        <div>- Have you ever tried shooting at a human being?</div>
        <div>Tolya made a wry face, but didn't say anything.</div>
        <div>- Well that's what it was, - said Ernst. -- Try to imagine  it.  It  is
        almost as disgusting.</div>
        <div>A  sorowful howl was heard from the loudspeaker. "HELP HELP I AM AFRAID
        HELP..," the auto-translater was writing.</div>
        <div>- Poor cruel folk... - said Tolya.</div>
    </div>
    <hr />
    <div class="pagination">
        <ul>
            <li><a href="#" id="prev" class="prevnext">« Previous</a></li>
            <li><a href="#" id="next" class="prevnext">Next »</a></li>
        </ul>
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</div>

This is sample of content (from one book) plus (in bottom) – some preparaion for futire navigation with pagination.

这是内容的样本(从一本书中)加上(在底部)–带有分页功能的双轨导航的一些准备工作。

步骤2. CSS (Step 2. CSS)

Here are used CSS file with styles of our demo:

以下是带有我们演示样式CSS文件：

css / main.css (css/main.css)

body{background:#eee;margin:0;padding:0}
.example{background:#FFF;width:800px;border:1px #000 solid;margin:20px auto;padding:15px;-moz-border-radius: 3px;-webkit-border-radius: 3px}
#content {
    position:relative;
    height:400px;
}
#content .page {
    position:absolute;
    top:0px;
}
.pagination{
    padding: 2px;
}
.pagination ul{
    margin: 0;
    padding: 0;
    text-align: left;
    font-size: 16px;
}
.pagination li{
    list-style-type: none;
    display: inline;
    padding-bottom: 1px;
}
.pagination a, .pagination a:visited{
    padding: 0 5px;
    border: 1px solid #9aafe5;
    text-decoration: none;
    color: #2e6ab1;
}
.pagination a:hover, .pagination a:active{
    border: 1px solid #2b66a5;
    color: #000;
    background-color: #FFFF80;
}
.pagination a.prevnext{
    font-weight: bold;
}
.page_number {
    border: 1px solid #9aafe5;
    color: #2e6ab1;
    padding:5px;
    text-align: center;
    width: 20px;
}

body{background:#eee;margin:0;padding:0}
.example{background:#FFF;width:800px;border:1px #000 solid;margin:20px auto;padding:15px;-moz-border-radius: 3px;-webkit-border-radius: 3px}
#content {
    position:relative;
    height:400px;
}
#content .page {
    position:absolute;
    top:0px;
}
.pagination{
    padding: 2px;
}
.pagination ul{
    margin: 0;
    padding: 0;
    text-align: left;
    font-size: 16px;
}
.pagination li{
    list-style-type: none;
    display: inline;
    padding-bottom: 1px;
}
.pagination a, .pagination a:visited{
    padding: 0 5px;
    border: 1px solid #9aafe5;
    text-decoration: none;
    color: #2e6ab1;
}
.pagination a:hover, .pagination a:active{
    border: 1px solid #2b66a5;
    color: #000;
    background-color: #FFFF80;
}
.pagination a.prevnext{
    font-weight: bold;
}
.page_number {
    border: 1px solid #9aafe5;
    color: #2e6ab1;
    padding:5px;
    text-align: center;
    width: 20px;
}

步骤3. JS (Step 3. JS)

Here are all JS files:

这是所有JS文件：

js / main.js (js/main.js)

(function($){
    $.fn.extend({
        MyPagination: function(options) {
            var defaults = {
                height: 400,
                fadeSpeed: 400
            };
            var options = $.extend(defaults, options);
            //Creating a reference to the object
            var objContent = $(this);
            // other inner variables
            var fullPages = new Array();
            var subPages = new Array();
            var height = 0;
            var lastPage = 1;
            var paginatePages;
            // initialization function
            init = function() {
                objContent.children().each(function(i){
                    if (height + this.clientHeight > options.height) {
                        fullPages.push(subPages);
                        subPages = new Array();
                        height = 0;
                    }
                    height += this.clientHeight;
                    subPages.push(this);
                });
                if (height > 0) {
                    fullPages.push(subPages);
                }
                // wrapping each full page
                $(fullPages).wrap("<div class='page'></div>");
                // hiding all wrapped pages
                objContent.children().hide();
                // making collection of pages for pagination
                paginatePages = objContent.children();
                // show first page
                showPage(lastPage);
                // draw controls
                showPagination($(paginatePages).length);
            };
            // update counter function
            updateCounter = function(i) {
                $('#page_number').html(i);
            };
            // show page function
            showPage = function(page) {
                i = page - 1;
                if (paginatePages[i]) {
                    // hiding old page, display new one
                    $(paginatePages[lastPage]).fadeOut(options.fadeSpeed);
                    lastPage = i;
                    $(paginatePages[lastPage]).fadeIn(options.fadeSpeed);
                    // and updating counter
                    updateCounter(page);
                }
            };
            // show pagination function (draw switching numbers)
            showPagination = function(numPages) {
                var pagins = '';
                for (var i = 1; i <= numPages; i++) {
                    pagins += '<li><a href="#" onclick="showPage(' + i + '); return false;">' + i + '</a></li>';
                }
                $('.pagination li:first-child').after(pagins);
            };
            // perform initialization
            init();
            // and binding 2 events - on clicking to Prev
            $('.pagination #prev').click(function() {
                showPage(lastPage);
            });
            // and Next
            $('.pagination #next').click(function() {
                showPage(lastPage+2);
            });
        }
    });
})(jQuery);
// custom initialization
jQuery(window).load(function() {
    $('#content').MyPagination({height: 400, fadeSpeed: 400});
});

(function($){
    $.fn.extend({
        MyPagination: function(options) {
            var defaults = {
                height: 400,
                fadeSpeed: 400
            };
            var options = $.extend(defaults, options);
            //Creating a reference to the object
            var objContent = $(this);
            // other inner variables
            var fullPages = new Array();
            var subPages = new Array();
            var height = 0;
            var lastPage = 1;
            var paginatePages;
            // initialization function
            init = function() {
                objContent.children().each(function(i){
                    if (height + this.clientHeight > options.height) {
                        fullPages.push(subPages);
                        subPages = new Array();
                        height = 0;
                    }
                    height += this.clientHeight;
                    subPages.push(this);
                });
                if (height > 0) {
                    fullPages.push(subPages);
                }
                // wrapping each full page
                $(fullPages).wrap("<div class='page'></div>");
                // hiding all wrapped pages
                objContent.children().hide();
                // making collection of pages for pagination
                paginatePages = objContent.children();
                // show first page
                showPage(lastPage);
                // draw controls
                showPagination($(paginatePages).length);
            };
            // update counter function
            updateCounter = function(i) {
                $('#page_number').html(i);
            };
            // show page function
            showPage = function(page) {
                i = page - 1;
                if (paginatePages[i]) {
                    // hiding old page, display new one
                    $(paginatePages[lastPage]).fadeOut(options.fadeSpeed);
                    lastPage = i;
                    $(paginatePages[lastPage]).fadeIn(options.fadeSpeed);
                    // and updating counter
                    updateCounter(page);
                }
            };
            // show pagination function (draw switching numbers)
            showPagination = function(numPages) {
                var pagins = '';
                for (var i = 1; i <= numPages; i++) {
                    pagins += '<li><a href="#" onclick="showPage(' + i + '); return false;">' + i + '</a></li>';
                }
                $('.pagination li:first-child').after(pagins);
            };
            // perform initialization
            init();
            // and binding 2 events - on clicking to Prev
            $('.pagination #prev').click(function() {
                showPage(lastPage);
            });
            // and Next
            $('.pagination #next').click(function() {
                showPage(lastPage+2);
            });
        }
    });
})(jQuery);
// custom initialization
jQuery(window).load(function() {
    $('#content').MyPagination({height: 400, fadeSpeed: 400});
});

Here are interesting code, here are and demonstration how to build new extensions for jQuery and also useful code for making pagination. I tried to keep comments quite anywhere to better understanding. This plugin will be able to take 2 parameters (for current moment): first – is the desired max height for generated pages and second – speed of fading effect between pages.

这是有趣的代码，这是演示如何演示jQuery的新扩展以及进行分页的有用代码。 我试图将评论保留在任何地方以便更好地理解。 此插件将能够采用2个参数(当前时刻)：第一个-生成的页面所需的最大高度，第二个-页面之间的褪色速度。

js / jquery.min.js (js/jquery.min.js)

This is default jQuery library. Available in our package.

这是默认的jQuery库。 在我们的包装中可用。

现场演示

结论 (Conclusion)

Today`s article told you about creating nice pagination for content, and also told about creating new own jQuery plugins. Sure that this was useful for you. Good luck!

今天的文章介绍了如何为内容创建漂亮的分页，还介绍了如何创建自己的新jQuery插件。 确保这对您有用。 祝好运！

翻译自: https://www.script-tutorials.com/creating-modern-jquery-pagination-for-content/

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