The Little Match Girl
It was the last day of this year. The weather was chill with snowflakes dancing in the air. I was pushed to sell matches by my mother.I knew that she didn’t like me.
When I left home, I wore a pair of oversize slippers, which belonged to my mother.In fact,I entirely owned nothing. My clothes and trousers were so thin that I felt very cold. However, when I crossed the road, a car past by at a fast speed.It was terrible. To ensure my safety, I moved in a hurry, leading to the loss of slippers. I had no choice but to walk on the street with feet naked.Why did I seem to be so unlucky? I went ahead, went ahead and didn’t know how long I had walked. My feet turned red and purple. The entire matches in the pocket of my apron reminded me that I hadn’t sold any match successfully. I wanted to go back home but my father would punish me seriously.He was strict with my behaviors and I was afraid of his violence. So I had to stay outside for the entire day.Without food, I starved to death. My hair was filled with snow and my hands were almost numbed with cold. I was exhausted so I sit along the walls between two big houses. In order to make it warmer, I curled up in a ball. In the distance, all house were ablaze with lights. Every family reunited and was jolly. On the table, various food was displayed. I had a dreamy hope that someone give me a piece of roast duck.However,nobody gave me a hand.I was sad and desperate.
With time going by,my fingers and toes were starting to feel numb.My teeth were chattering and I couldn’t seem to get warm.Every breath I took felt like ice crystal were entering my lungs.The cold was piercing through my bones. Thus, I lighted a match stick. It was very warm just like a golden stove. When I was going to extend my legs, the match put out. Then I struck a match again. This time I saw many fresh fruit and various meals. In my surprise, a roast duck kept running to me.It seemed to taste delicious .When I was going to reach for it, the match put out. Matches gave me a lot of good things so I couldn’t help lighting up more matches. What appeared in front of me was my grandmother who was the best person in the world. She looked affable. I hoped that she could help me get rid of the position. But matches didn’t continue too long. When I saw that match would put out sooner, I hurried to light up the rest matches to intercept her. I was happy that I succeeded. I felt the warm hug of my grandmother. Thanks to the god, I attained freedom eventually.
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