英语绘本故事童话卖火柴的小女孩外语电子小报成品,简报报刊手抄报模板

2023年12月2日发(作者：吴鹏)

It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling

fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through

the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much u.

They were very large, so large; indeed, that they had belonged to her mother and the poor little

creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a

terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy ized upon the other and ran away

with it, saying that he could u it as a cradle, when he had children of his own.

So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and

blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had

a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the

whole day, nor had any one given here even a penny. Shivering with

cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of miry.

The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but

she regarded them not. Lights were shining from every window, and there was a

savory smell of roast goo, for it was New-year's eve- yes, she remembered that.

In a corner, between two hous, one of which projected beyond the other, she

sank down and huddled herlf together. She had drawn her little feet under

her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she

had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father

would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they

had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the

largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost

frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could

draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers.

She drew one out-"scratch!" how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright

light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful

light. It emed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with

polished brass feet and a brass ornament.

How the fire burned! And emed so

beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when,

lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the

remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.

She rubbed another match on the

wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as

transparent as a veil, and she could e into the room. The table was covered

with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner rvice, and a

steaming roast goo, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still

more wonderful, the goo jumped down from the dish and waddled across the

floor, with a knife and fork in its *, to the little girl. Then the match went out,

and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

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The Christmas lights ro higher and higher, till they looked to her like

the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright

streak of fire. "Some one is dying," thought the little girl, for her old

grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now

dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her;

in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet

mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little

one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the

match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast

goo, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she made

haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep

her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was

brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared

so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they

both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where

there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In

the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and

smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to

death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun ro

and shone upon a little corp! The child still sat, in the

stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of

which was burnt. "She tried to warm herlf," said some. No one

imagined what beautiful things she had en, nor into what glory she

had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.

She lighted another match, and then she found

herlf sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree.

It was larger and more beautifully decorated

than the one which she had en through the

glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of

tapers were burning upon the green branches,

and colored pictures, like tho she had en in

the show-windows, looked down upon it all.

The little one stretched out her hand towards

them, and the match went out.