The weather was very cold, snow was falling in the air, and the dark night was hanging down. It was Christmas Eve. In such a cold night, there was a barefoot little girl walking down the street. She was still wearing a pair of slippers when she left the house, which was a very large pair of slippers from her mother. As she hurried across the street, the little girl accidentally lost her shoes in order to avoid the two speeding carriages. She couldn't find one, and the other was picked up by a boy. The boy also said that when he has children in the future, he can use it as a cradle for children.
Now, the little girl had to walk barefoot on the cold snow, and her little feet were already frozen red and purple. Her old apron was wrapped in many matches, and she still had a box in her hand. For a whole day, she didn't sell a single match, and no one gave her a copper plate.
The poor little girl, cold and hungry, walked forward, and the scene was nothing short of a miserable painting. Snowflakes fell on her golden shawl curls, which looked very beautiful. However, she herself did not feel this. Lights shine through the windows of thousands of homes, and the smell of roasted geese wafts from the streets. Today is Christmas Eve, and she has been thinking about it in her heart.
There were two houses there, one of which popped out into the street. She walked over and sat down in the corner, shrinking into a ball. At this point, she felt even colder, but she did not dare to go home, because if she had not sold a match, if she had not earned a copper plate, her father would have beaten her. The home was also cold, their dilapidated house was ventilated on all sides, and wind and snow poured in from the roof, although the largest crack had been blocked with grass and rags.
One of her little hands was frozen. alas! Even a small match was very important to her. As long as she pulls out one and polishes it on the wall, she can warm her hands! So she pulled out one. taste! It burned and burst into flames. She roasted her small hands on it, and the light of the fire turned into a warm flame, like a small candle. What a beautiful light! The little girl felt as if it were real,
Sitting by a warm, bright fire, the fire is so cheerful and warm. So beautiful! late
Is this the same thing? When the little girl had just come out of a pair of periods and was going to warm up, the flame was there
Suddenly, the FALCON's TI stove was gone, and she was sitting in the silhouette, with half-burned matches left in her hand.
She wiped another match. It burned and glowed. There is a bright light on the mound,
Now it becomes transparent, like a thin layer outside. The ground could see what was in the room; the table was covered with snow-white tables
Cloth, delicate bowls and plates are filled with plums and apples, and roasted geese that once smelled. More wonderful
The thing is, this roast goose jumped out of the plate with a knife and fork on its back. Waddling on the ground,
Straight to this poor little girl. At this time the matches were extinguished again, and there was only one thick and thick in front of her
of walls. She lit a third match. At this time, she sat down under the beautiful Christmas tree. Last Christmas,
She looked through the glass door. See a Christmas tree in a wealthy man's home. But now this one is bigger and more beautiful than the other. Its green branches are lit with thousands of candles, as beautiful as the ones hanging in the shop windows. The little girl held out both hands, but the match was extinguished. The Christmas candlelight rose higher and higher, and she saw them turn into bright stars. One of these stars fell, drawing a long line of light in the sky.
"Now another person has died. The little girl said. Her old grandmother once said that when a house fell from heaven, a soul on the earth rose to God. The old grandmother was the only one who was good to her, but now she was dead.
She rubbed another match on the wall, and all around it was illuminated. In this bright light, the old grandmother appeared and she looked so gentle and so kind.
"Grandma! The little girl cried out, "Take me away!" Take it to a place where there is no cold and no hunger! I know that as soon as this match is extinguished, you will disappear, just like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, the happy Christmas tree, I will not see anything. ”
She hurriedly polished the entire box of matches she had laid, because she desperately wanted her grandmother to stay. These matches emit a strong glow that shines brighter than during the day. Grandmother had never been so kind and tall as she was now, and she picked up the little girl and held her in her arms. They flew in joy and light, higher and higher, to a place where there was neither cold nor hunger, nor sorrow. They are with God.
The next morning, it was cold. The little girl was still sitting in that corner, her cheeks flushed with a smile. She was dead in the old Chinese New Year's Eve. The New Year's sun had opened up the pool, illuminating her skinny corpse. She sat there, still holding a handful of fire rice that was about to burn out.
"She wanted to warm herself up." People say. But no one would have known that she had seen the most beautiful thing before she left this world. She happily flew with her grandmother into the happiness of the New Year,