"It's the last day of the year – Chinese New Year's Eve, it's snowing and it's frighteningly cold. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info A little girl selling matches is walking down the street, her clothes are old and torn, and she is wearing a pair of her mother's big slippers on her feet. She had many boxes of matches in her pockets, and she kept shouting along the way: "Sell matches, sell matches!" "People are buying holiday food and gifts, and who cares about her? At noon, she didn't sell a match, and no one gave her a copper plate. As she walked, she stopped at the window of a building, and was captivated by the scene inside. Yo, how beautiful the Christmas tree in the house is, and the candy wrappers in the hands of those two children are so beautiful. Looking at the happy scene of others, the little girl thought of her sick mother and dead grandmother, and cried sadly. What's the use of crying? The little girl wiped away her tears and walked on. "Sell matches, sell matches! Uncle, auntie, buy some matches! ”

Obviously, Zhang Jie's story is much more interesting than the old master's three-character classics, so when Zhang Jie began to tell the story, a large group of children looked serious.

Nodding with satisfaction, glancing at the old man Meng who was talking to the third uncle outside the door, Zhang Jie continued to speak:

But after the holiday gifts were bought and the people hurried home, no one heard her cry. The snowflakes fell on her long golden hair, and she looked so beautiful, but no one noticed her. As the little girl walked, a carriage came rushing by, and she was so frightened that she ran away, and the big slippers ran away. After the carriage passed, she hurried to find her shoes. That's Mom's slippers, and Mom is still lying in bed. However, one could not be found, and the other was kicked away by a boy as a football. The little girl had to walk barefoot, and the cold snow made her little feet red and swollen

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She finally pulled out a match and wiped it on the wall. A small flame erupted. The little girl put her hand on the flame, and how beautiful and warm the little fire was! She felt as if she was sitting by the fire, and how hot it was. The little girl was just about to stretch out her feet to warm up, but the fire went out, and the stove was gone, leaving only the burnt matchsticks. ”

After Zhang Jie stopped, he moistened his throat gently, but saw that dozens of children in the audience were all looking at him with surprise on their faces, and at this time, the old man Meng who was originally talking to the third uncle outside the school also stopped, but listened intently to tell stories to a large group of children.

Naturally, this time is really the best time to convince the old man, and Zhang Jie naturally will not miss it, so, after groaning slightly, Zhang Jie continued:

She rubbed another one, and wow! The flames burst out and shone brightly. The wall was illuminated and transparent, and it was as if she could see what was in the room. The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and it was filled with all kinds of delicious things. A roast goose suddenly jumped out of the plate, with a knife and fork stuck in its back, and staggered towards her. Several loaves of bread jumped off the table, and one by one they lined up towards her like soldiers. At that moment, the match went out again, and only a black, cold wall was left in front of her. ”

Obviously, a group of children were a little greedy by Zhang Jie's story, although they didn't know what the roast goose was, they could guess from Zhang Jie's story that it must be delicious. It should be better than the chicken made by the mother at home.

While a large group of children were wiping their saliva, Zhang Jie continued in a seductive voice:

The little girl was reluctant to swipe the matches, but she was shivering with cold. She rubbed another one and ate! A bright flame blossomed. Wow! What a beautiful Christmas tree, the largest and most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. The Christmas tree is adorned with colorful Christmas cards with all sorts of beautiful pictures. There were still thousands of candles lit on the trees, twinkling and twinkling as if the stars were winking at her. The little girl reached out her hand, and alas, the match went out again, and it was pitch black again. The little girl struck another match, and she saw a candle rise and turn into bright stars. A star had fallen, and a long fiery thread had been drawn in the sky. All the stars also fell, hanging from the sky to the earth like a rainbow. The little girl polished another match, and the light of the fire shone all around, and the grandmother appeared in the firelight. Grandma smiled at her, so gentle, so kind. ”

"Grandma--" The little girl burst into tears of excitement and threw herself into her grandmother's arms. "Grandma, please take me away, I know, as soon as the match goes out, you will be gone!" The little girl polished the matches in her hand one by one, for she wanted so badly to keep her grandmother. These matches glow intensely and shine brighter than during the day.

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At this time, one saw a little girl freezing to death in the corner, her face shining and her mouth smiling. There were matchsticks scattered all over the ground, and there was a match in her little hand. ”

This is the end of the story, and for a large group of children who have never heard such a story, the story is enough to bring them to tears.

The must-see is a little boy, but in fact, the crying nose is not much better than the little girl.

Naturally, although the story is over, for Zhang Jie, this is the beginning, whether he can convince Old Man Meng or not, the guidance behind is the key.

After that, Zhang Jie began to tell the true meaning of the story to a group of children.

"The power of tragedy lies in tearing the beauty to people, "The Little Match Girl" is the destruction of the pure soul of a young girl, this poor girl even lost the most basic food and clothing for a moment, still maintains the yearning for a beautiful situation, this may be the true nature of human nature, and the writer Hans Christian Andersen is precisely the miserable and tragic fate of this weak life and her yearning for a beautiful situation and the disillusionment of the superimposed description, which enhances the artistic appeal of the character. The article describes "red cheeks and a smile on the lips", seeing "a warm stove, fragrant roast goose, a beautiful Christmas tree, and a loving grandmother" in the vision, and flying to heaven with his grandmother in his fantasy to find a life "without cold, hunger, and pain". ”

The old man Meng outside the door sighed softly at the moment, he really didn't expect that it was originally just a small story, but it could teach children so many truths, and compared to these stories, the previous three-character scriptures, hundred family names or something, were too boring, and at the same time too difficult to understand.

"In that case, let's use these materials in the future!" (To be continued.) )