求賣女孩的小火柴全文 銀桃花 285815335@qq.com
。她從家裏出來的時候還穿著壹雙拖鞋，但是有什麽用呢？那是壹雙很大的拖鞋──那麽大，壹向是她媽媽穿的。她穿過馬路的時候，兩輛馬車飛快地沖過來，嚇得她把鞋都跑掉了。壹只怎麽也找不著，另壹只叫壹個男孩撿起來拿著跑了。他說，將來他有了孩子可以拿它當搖籃。 小女孩只好赤著腳走，壹雙小腳凍得紅壹塊青壹塊的。她的舊圍裙裏兜著許多火柴，手裏還拿著壹把。這壹整天，誰也沒買過她壹根火柴，誰也沒給過她壹個硬幣。 可憐的小女孩！她又冷又餓，哆哆嗦嗦地向前走。雪花落在她的金黃的長頭發上，那頭發打成卷兒披在肩上，看上去很美麗，不過她沒註意這些。每個窗子裏都透出燈光來，街上飄著壹股烤鵝的香味，因為這是大年夜——她可忘不了這個。
她在壹座房子的墻角裏坐下來，蜷著腿縮成壹團。她覺得更冷了。她不敢回家，因為她沒賣掉壹根火柴，沒掙到壹個錢，爸爸壹定會打她的。再說，家裏跟街上壹樣冷。他們頭上只有個房頂，雖然最大的裂縫已經用草和破布堵住了，風還是可以灌進來。 她的壹雙小手幾乎凍僵了。啊，哪怕壹根小小的火柴，對她也是有好處的！她敢從壹大把火柴裏抽出壹小根，在墻上擦燃了，來暖和暖和自己的小手嗎？她終於抽出了壹根。哧！火柴燃起來了，冒出火焰來了！她把小手攏在火焰上。多麽溫暖多麽明亮的火焰啊，簡直像壹支小小的蠟燭。這是壹道奇異的火光！小女孩覺得自己好像坐在壹個大火爐前面，火爐裝著閃亮的銅腳和銅把手，燒得旺旺的，暖烘烘的，多麽舒服啊！哎，這是怎麽回事呢？她剛把腳伸出去，想讓腳也暖和壹下，火柴滅了，火爐不見了。她坐在那兒，手裏只有壹根燒過了的火柴梗。 她又擦了壹根。火柴燃起來了，發出亮光來了。亮光落在墻上，那兒忽然變得像薄紗那麽透明，她可以
壹直看到屋裏。桌上鋪著雪白的臺布，擺著精致的盤子和碗，肚子裏填滿了蘋果和梅子的烤鵝正冒著香氣。更妙的是這只鵝從盤子裏跳下來，背上插著刀和叉，搖搖擺擺地在地板上走著，壹直向這個窮苦的小女孩走來。這時候，火柴又滅了，她面前只有壹堵又厚又冷的墻。 她又擦著了壹根火柴。這壹回，她坐在美麗的聖誕樹下。這棵聖誕樹，比她去年聖誕節透過富商家的玻璃門看到的還要大，還要美。翠綠的樹枝上點著幾千支明晃晃的蠟燭，許多幅美麗的彩色畫片，跟掛在商店櫥窗裏的壹個樣，在向她眨眼睛。小女孩向畫片伸出手去。這時候，火柴又滅了。只見聖誕樹上的燭光越升越高，最後成了在天空中閃爍的星星。有壹顆星星落下來了，在天空中劃出了壹道細長的紅光。 小女孩幻想中的聖誕樹
“有壹個什麽人快要死了。”小女孩說。唯壹疼她的奶奶活著的時候告訴過她：壹顆星星落下來，就有壹個靈魂要到上帝那兒去了。 她在墻上又擦著了壹根火柴。這壹回，火柴把周圍全照亮了。奶奶出現在亮光裏，是那麽溫和，那麽慈愛。 “奶奶！”小女孩叫起來，“啊！請把我帶走吧！我知道，火柴壹滅，您就會不見的，像那暖和的火爐，噴香的烤鵝，美麗的聖誕樹壹個樣，就會不見的！” 她趕緊擦著了壹大把火柴，要把奶奶留住。壹大把火柴發出強烈的光，照得跟白天壹樣明亮。奶奶從來沒有像現在這樣高大，這樣美麗。她把小女孩抱起來，摟在懷裏。她們倆在光明和快樂中飛走了，越飛越高，飛到那沒有寒冷，沒有饑餓，也沒有痛苦的地方去了。 第二天清晨，這個小女孩坐在墻角裏，兩腮通紅，嘴上帶著微笑。她死了，在舊年的大年夜凍死了。新年的太陽升起來了，照在她小小的屍體上。小女孩坐在那兒，手裏還捏著壹把燒過了的火柴梗。 “她想給自己暖和壹下……”人們說。誰也不知道她曾經看到過多麽美麗的東西，她曾經多麽幸福，跟著她奶奶壹起走向新年的幸福中去。
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Days freezing, snowing, and fast black. Th
is 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.