When Andersen met a little girl selling matches

Late at night!

A gray-haired old man sat in front of the window and blinked his eyes. He put the story of the little-selling little girl, who had just finished the pen, to the bed and lay down. After a while, the buzzing sounds.

After a while, the old man faintly heard a cry, he felt very strange. When I got out of bed and looked at the moonlight, he was surprised and wide-eyed. Isn't this the little girl in the story just finished? How is this? The old man asked her, "Who are you?" The little girl replied, "Grandpa, I am the little girl in your story who sells matches. Do you know? My fate in your story is very miserable. People think that I am going to heaven to live a happy life, but it is not. I haven't enjoyed the beauty of life yet, but I have died in reality!" The old man asked, "You are just in the story, how can there be life?" "You don't care, every one of your pens." The characters are all alive. You let Cinderella and the prince live a happy life, let Eliza arrive and save her brothers, and why should I freeze to the side of the road?" The old man said it for a long time. One sentence, "Maybe it is not right."

The next day, the old man sat down at the desk with his bed, took out the story of yesterday, looked at it and looked at it, and wanted to change it. Just sit in the morning and go to the evening. The little girl appeared again, and she screamed angrily. "Why don't you change?" said the old man. "You don't know, I want to change, but I think this ending is the best, if the story is too Perfection will lose the meaning of reading.” The little girl looked at the dark night sky and asked, “Do you have a match?” The old man took out one and silently put it on her hand, and did not ask her why, she seemed to know her. What to do. The little girl burned the match on the wall and stared at the beating flame. "Fire represents hope, I want to go to my happy place with my hopes!" The old man smiled gratifiedly.