Reading "Little Girl Selling Matches"

Today, I saw that the little girl who sold the match couldn’t help me to meditate. She made me hard to forget that the little girl inside was so pitiful, she deeply touched me. She is a poor girl. In a winter In the evening, her father asked her to sell matches. The poor little girl did not sell a box of matches and did not dare to go home because the little girl was afraid that her father would beat her. I thought I would spend it in the greenhouse every day. Selling things on the street, I believe this is not just my father and mother, I believe that there are many children like mom and dad. She is a poor child, sitting on the street on a winter night, Imagine a sumptuous dinner and a brilliant candlelight to enjoy the joy and infinite laughter. Think about myself, I have never sat on the street, I am dreaming of dinner, I can enjoy the beauty of the mountains in reality, in reality I spent. And he was only happy in fantasy. She is a poor child. She left in pain in the New Year's night. She can no longer return to the world. Her soul and love her. The kindly grandmother flew into the paradise. >> her little girl so I imagine endless.

Reading "Little Girl Selling Matches"

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