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The Little Match Girl
by Hans Christian Anderson四季歌 日语
Once upon a time . . . a little girl tried to make a living by lling matches in the street.
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It was New Year's Eve and the snowclad streets were derted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little matchller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste! Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little matchller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove.
violation
成人文章She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night emed blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body.
decision
After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time, the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the plates, the little matchller emed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few conds she had caught a glimp of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the lit windows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness.
blinShe lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinl and coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little matchller,
holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles ro higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who ud to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!"emotionless
Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little matchller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother.
二年级数学试题"Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother could not disappear like all the other visions. However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying: "Granny, take me away with you!"
cuckoo
A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Clo by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the pasrsby. "She was trying to keep warm!"
But by that time, the little matchller was far away where there is neither cold, hunger nor pain.
