英语天气卖火柴的小女孩 英文版

2021年1月22日发(作者：盖章)
In the winter of 1845, a poor little girl tried to sell matches in the streets for
her family.
It was a
cold,
cold evening. It was snowing
and
people
in horse
carriages and in the streets did not notice the little girl... - Not until the next
morning, when she was lying quiet in the snow...

1845
年的冬天（注：
《卖火柴的小女孩》写于
1845
年）
，一个可怜的小女孩在大街上卖火
柴，以此维持家里的生活。这是一个 冰冷的下着雪的夜晚，那些乘着马车匆匆而过的人们
并没有注意到这个小女孩
……
直到 第二天早晨，她静静地躺在雪中
……


据说有的家长不愿意让孩子看安徒生 的童话，因为其中的不少故事太真实、太
“
残忍
”
。海
的女儿是如此 ，卖火柴的小女孩更是如此。而安徒生却始终坚持自己，他的童话没有谆谆
教导、没有居高临下、没有虚 伪做作，他将真实的世界展现给我们，让我们学会坚定、宽
容、博爱
……


Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street.


The
snow-clad
streets
were
deserted.
From
brightly
lit
windows
came
the
tinkle
of
laughter
and
the
sound
of
singing.
But
the
poor
little
match
seller
sat
sadly
beside
the
fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold. She hadn't sold one
box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly
be angry.


The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would
her father say
at
such a waste! Falteringly she
took
out
a match and
lit it. What
a
nice
warm
flame!
The
little
match
seller
cupped
her
hand
over
it,
and
as
she
did
so,
she
magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove.


She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded.
The night seemed darker than before and it was getting colder.


After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time the
glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden
with
food
and
lit
by
a
candlestick.
Holding
out
her
arms
towards
the
plates,
the
little
match seller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic
faded.


She
lit
the
third
match
and
an
even
more
wonderful
thing
happened.
There
stood
a
Christmas
tree
hung
with
hundreds
of
candles,
glittering
with
tinsel
and
colored
balls.

how
lovely!
exclaimed
the
little
match
seller,
holding
up
the
match.
Then,
the
match burned her finger and flickered out.


Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little match seller lit another match. This time,
she saw her grandmother.
the other, so that her grandmother would not disappear like all the other visions.