Little girl who reads a match

New Year's Eve is coming, fireworks are everywhere, but my heart has not been calm for a long time, but I cry silently in my heart, because the story of "Little Girl Selling Matches" still reverberates in my heart. I seem to see her fragile body curled up in the corner of the wall, looking at the fireworks in the distance; I seem to see her cracked lips tremble slightly, hehe! The match was polished and turned into a stove. She wanted to warm her body, but the match was extinguished. Every match she polished became a beautiful thing, but it was extinguished. She wants to sell a match. It is a small request for us. It is a good wish for her. Can we not satisfy this small request?

Finally, she left, on a New Year's Eve, on a beautiful day, she followed her grandmother to fly to no hunger, no cold place to go. I hate, I hate capitalist countries! Hate the oppression of capitalist countries! Hate the cruelty of capitalist countries! Reading this cruel words, I couldn't help but clench my fists.

I really hope that there is no cold, no hungry place is us here! I also hope that we can get her here, but my innocent and romantic thoughts are impossible to achieve.

I am already bursting into tears, looking up and trying to keep my tears down. Suddenly I saw a cloud, the little girl who sold the match and her grandmother smiled happily and waved at me...

Fourth grade: honey whispers