Days freezing, snowing, and fast black. This is the last day of the year ─ ─ eve. In this cold and dark night, a don’t wear hats
Child, don’t wear gloves, also didn’t wear shoes in the street, the little girl walking slowly. She came out from home still wore a pair of slippers, but what is the use? That is a pair of big ─ ─ the slippers is so large, has always been her mother to wear. She ran through the road, two carriage sped off over, frighten her shoes all ran away. A how also find another call a boy picked it up and take ran. He said, in the future he had children can take it when cradle. The little girl had to walk barefoot, a pair of black and red with cold feet a block. She’s in a good many more in her old apron hand&def and a hand. All day long, who also didn’t buy her a match, who also didn’t give her any money. The poor little girl! She was cold and hungry, duo shivers in proving come forward. The snow-flakes fell on her long hair, the golden hair tied commonly roll the shoulders, looks very beautiful, but she didn’t pay any attention to these. Every window lights to fully, the streets waving a stream of roast goose fragrance, because this is Christmas Eve – she can forget this.
She is in a corner of the house, sat down with leg up huddled. She felt even colder. She dared not go home because she didn’t sell a match and didn’t earn any money, dad would call her. Besides, with the street at home as cold. They head only a roof, although the biggest cracks have used grass and rag blocked, the wind can still filling in. Her hands almost frozen. Ah, even a single small matches, is good for her! She dared pulled from a match on the wall a root, wipe burning, to warm own small hand? Finally she drew a root. Chi! Match up, flames reportedly come! She put her hands on the flames. How warm flame ah, how bright just like a little candle. This is a strange light! The little girl feel like sitting in a big front of the fire, the stove with sparkling copper feet and copper handle, burned prosperous, warm, how comfortable! Ah, what is this? She just put foot out feet, want to warm, match fades, the stove was gone. She sat there, hand only a root burnt match to infarction. She wiped a root again. Match up, the light to. Light fell on the wall, there suddenly become like gauze so transparent, she can
Always see the room. The table with white tablecloth, put a delicate plates and bowls, belly filled with apple and plum of roast goose are risking a aroma. The more wonderful is the goose jumped down from the plate, back in a knife and a fork, stagger on the floor, has been walking to this poor little girl comes along. By this time, the match went out. She only one wall before the thick and cold wall. She again wiping a match. This time, she sat beautiful under the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree than her last Christmas, through the glass door of the rich businessman looks even bigger, more beautiful. Green branches lit candles, thousands of teams from many beautiful color pictures, the shop window with hanging in the hall, to her blink. The little girl to hand out to a miniature reproduction. By this time, the match went out. See the Christmas tree candlelight rose to higher and higher, and finally became shining in the sky in the stars. A star fall off in the sky, made a slender red light.
“There is a what people dying.” The little girl said. The only hurts her grandmother alive told her: a star fall down, there is a soul to god there. She the wall and wiping a match. This time around, the matches made all lit up. Grandma appear in bright light, it is so gentle, so lovingkindness. “Grandma!” The little girl cried, “oh! Please take me away! I know, match a destroy, you will see not, like the warm furnace, PenXiangDe kaoe, beautiful Christmas tree alike, will see!” She hurriedly wiping a large the matches, will put grandma keep. A match the light, issued a strong with as bright as day. Grandma never like so tall, so beautiful. She took up the little girl in his arms, hug. They were both in the light and joy flew away, flying high, fly to that no cold, no hunger, no place of pain. The next morning, the little girl sitting in the corner of the mouth, cheeks red, with a smile. She died, on the last night of the old eve freezing. New Year the sun rising, according to on her small body. The little girl sat there, hand grabbed the a burnt match to infarction. “She wanted to give myself a warm…” People said. Who also don’t know how she once saw a good thing, she once so happy, follow her grandmother walked toward the happiness of New Year.
The world changes, only but truth, virtue, and beauty.
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