A little girl selling matches is walking in the street. Her clothes are old and worn, and she is wearing a pair of mother slippers. Her pocket is full of many boxes of matches, so she can't shout, "little match seller, little match seller!" " "People are buying. Who are her holiday food and gifts?

At noon, she bought a match and didn't sell it. No one gave her a copper coin.

She left and stopped looking at the indoor scene outside the building window, which caught her attention. Oh, the Christmas tree house is really beautiful. These two children have a really beautiful candy paper in their hands.

Looking at other people's happy scenes, the little girl thought that her sick mother and grandmother had passed away one after another and cried sadly. What's the use of crying? The little girl dried her tears and began to walk around.

"Uncle and aunt who sell matches, buy matches!"

However, after buying holiday gifts and rushing home, no one will hear her cry. Snowflakes fell on her long hair and looked beautiful, but no one noticed her.

The little girl came to a carriage and ran over. She was so scared that she ran back to open her slippers and ran away. After it arrived, she quickly found the shoes. These are my mother's slippers. My mother is still in bed. However, we can find that the other person is a boy who plays football. The little girl walked barefoot, her feet were red and swollen with cold snow.

It's getting dark, and there is only one little girl left in the street with few pedestrians. Laughter also came from the houses with street lamps flashing and the windows of the houses. The smell of roast goose wafted from the food store, and the little girl growled with hunger. The little girl wants to go home, but she doesn't sell games. What if her money goes to buy medicine for her mother?

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the street is covered with a thick white carpet.

The little girl doesn't eat or drink all day, so she can't walk. She sat down in a corner. Her little hand rubbed her swollen foot, and after a while, her little hand froze. It's really cold, once lit, a little warmth of selling matches!

She finally took out a match and rubbed it on the wall. Poof! Small flame. The little girl above is so beautiful in the small flame, and your hands are so warm! She seems to think that sitting in the fire is more prosperous. The little girl just put out her foot. The stove extinguished by the warm flame disappeared, leaving only burnt matchsticks.

She wiped it again, poof! The flame jumped up and gave off a dazzling light. The wall lit up and became transparent, and what she seemed to see was in the room. The table is covered with a white tablecloth with all kinds of beautiful things written on it. Suddenly, a delicious roast goose jumped out of the plate, inserted a knife and fork and staggered towards her. Some big loaves on the table, one by one, lined up like soldiers for her. At this time, the match destroyed the dark and cold wall in front of her left.

The little girl couldn't bear to clean the game, and she was shivering with cold. She wiped it again. Eat! Bright flame-like flowers. Wow! What a beautiful Christmas tree! This is the biggest and most beautiful Christmas tree she has ever seen. Colored Christmas cards with beautiful pictures are hung on the Christmas tree. Thousands of candles were lit on the tree, like stars in the sky, flashing hello in her flashing eyes. Until he passed, alas, the game was black.

The little girl struck another match. She saw a candle illuminated by bright stars. One fell and drew a long burning tail in the air. Along all the stars falling from the sky, it hangs on the ground like a rainbow.

The little girl polished the fire around her according to the flux, and grandma was in the fire. Grandma smiled at her, so gentle and kind.

"Grandma-"The little girl was moved to tears, and I threw myself into grandma's arms.

"Grandma, I put it there. I know, as soon as the match goes out, you leave!" The little girl's hands are polished, because she really wants her grandmother to stay. The match gives off strong light, and the higher the sky, the better. Grandma has never been so beautiful and so tall. She held the little girl in her arms.

The two of them are flying in a place full of vitality and joy. They fly higher and higher, flying to heaven, without cold and hunger, with God.

The match went out and it was dark all around. A happy little girl closed her eyes.

On the morning of New Year, the snow stopped, the wind lightened, and the sun rose, shining golden on the earth. When the adults came to the street, we congratulated on a happy New Year. Facing the new clothes, the children happily had a snowball fight.

At this time, people saw a little girl freeze to death in a corner, her face stood there gloriously, and a smile appeared on your lips. Multan put her little hands around her and scattered them in the game.