Reading "Little Girl Selling Matches"

I can’t help but meditate on the same cold days outside...

The miserable life of a little girl who sells matches, I have only deep pity, everything she has can only be fantasy; and what I have, everything is reality.

On Christmas evening, the little girl was cold and hungry. She burned the first match and fantasized that she was sitting in front of a warm fire. She felt warm and warm, but... the match was gone and the warm feeling was gone. ,Disappeared. And I, in such a cold winter, nesting at home, roasting the stove, never felt her loss and chill.

The little girl is hungry. At this time, she wants to eat something more, but where is it? She was full of hope, imagining that she was accompanied by a fragrant roast goose, with a knife and a fork on her back, swaying to her, but as soon as the match went out, she returned to the hungry in reality. And I have never been troubled by the feeling of being hungry, and every meal is full.

She is not happy, only pain. So, I dreamed of the beautiful Christmas tree to pin her beautiful wishes; and I grew up in sweet water, which festival, not the parents to accompany and enjoy themselves.

Finally, the little girl, in the strong light of the match, fancied to see her only grandmother who loved her. Although she has fathers and mothers, they can't give her care. We have a lot of differences. Whether it is grandparents, mom and dad are very in love with themselves.

We grew up in such a good environment, but still complained to our family who loved ourselves. We are tired and tired of facing the family. However, how can the little girl yearn for a life like us, with a stove and a hearty meal. The love of the family. It is time for us to cherish this hard-won happiness with a grateful heart.

Written and written, I seem to see the little girl and her family sitting in the warm room and eating a delicious dinner...