It was very cold, it was snowing, and it was getting dark. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the last day of the year - the big Chinese New Year's Eve. On this cold and dark night, a well-behaved little girl walked barefoot down the street. She came out of the house with a pair of slippers on, but what was the use? It was a pair of big slippers -- so big, her mother always wore them. As she crossed the street, two carriages rushed at her, so frightened that she ran away from her shoes. One couldn't be found, and the other was picked up by a boy and ran. He said that in the future he will have children who can use it as a cradle.

The little girl had to walk barefoot, and her little feet were red and blue. She had lots of matches in her old apron and a handful in her hand. All day, no one bought her a match, no one gave her a coin.

Poor little girl! She was cold and hungry, and she shivered forward. The snowflakes fell on her long, golden hair, which was curly over her shoulders, and looked beautiful, but she didn't pay attention to it. Lights came through every window, and the smell of roast goose wafted through the street, because it was Chinese New Year's Eve—she couldn't forget that.

She sat down in the corner of a house, curled up in a ball. She felt colder. She didn't dare to go home, because she didn't sell a match, she didn't earn a single money, and her father would definitely beat her. Besides, it's as cold at home as it is on the street. They only had a roof above them, and although the biggest cracks had been plugged with grass and rags, the wind could still pour in.

One of her small hands was almost frozen. Ah, even a small match is good for her! Would she dare to take one out of the handful of matches and burn it on the wall to warm her little hands? She finally pulled one out. Phew! The match is lit, and the flame is rising! She put her little hands on the flames. What a warm, bright flame, like a little candle. It's a strange fire! The little girl felt as if she was sitting in front of a big stove, with its shiny copper feet and handles, burning vigorously and warmly, how comfortable! Hey, what's going on? She had just stretched out her feet to warm them up, when the match went out and the stove was gone. She sat there with only a burnt matchstick in her hand.

She wiped another one. The matches were lit and the light came. The light fell on the wall, which suddenly became as transparent as a veil, and she could see inside all the time. The table is covered with a snow-white tablecloth, delicate plates and bowls are arranged, and roast goose with a belly full of apples and plums is bubbling with aroma. Even better, the goose jumped off the plate, with a knife and fork in its back, and staggered down the floor until it came to the poor little girl. At this time, the match was extinguished again, and there was only a thick, cold wall in front of her.

She struck another match. This time, she was sitting under a beautiful Christmas tree. This Christmas tree was bigger and more beautiful than what she saw through the glass door of a wealthy merchant last Christmas. Thousands of bright candles lit on the verdant branches, and many beautiful colorful pictures, like the ones hanging in the shop windows, winked at her. The little girl held out her hand to the picture. At this time, the match was extinguished again. I saw the candlelight on the Christmas tree rising higher and higher, and finally becoming a star twinkling in the sky. A star fell, streaking a slender red light across the sky.

"There's someone who's dying." The little girl said. The only grandmother who loved her when she was alive told her that when a star falls, a soul will go to God.

She smeared another match on the wall. This time, the match lit up the whole surroundings. Grandma appeared in the light, so gentle, so loving. "Grandma!" The little girl cried out, "Ah! Please take me away! I know that as soon as the match goes out, you will be gone, like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, you will be gone! ”

She hurriedly struck a large match to keep her grandmother. A large handful of matches emitted a strong light, shining as brightly as day. Grandma has never been so tall and so beautiful as she is now. The grandmother picked up the little girl and held her in her arms. They flew away in light and joy, higher and higher, to a place where there was no cold, no hunger, and no pain.

The next morning, the little girl sat in the corner with her cheeks flushed and a smile on her lips. She died, freezing to death on Chinese New Year's Eve. The New Year's sun rose and shone on her little corpse. The little girl sat there, holding a burnt matchstick in her hand.

"She wanted to warm herself up." People say. No one knows what beautiful things she once saw, how happy she used to be, and followed her grandmother to the happiness of the New Year.