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2年级上册英语故事：卖火柴的小女孩English:The Little Match Girl is a story about a poor little girl who tries to sell matches on New Year's Eve. She is freezing and hungry, and no one wants to buy her matches. As she sits alone in the cold, she lights her matches one by one to keep warm. With each match, she imagines herself in a warm and happy place, but as the matches burn out, she is left in the cold once again. Eventually, she uses all her matches, and in a final vision, she sees her grandmother, who has passed away, inviting her to a beautiful and warm place. The next morning, the little girl is found frozen to death on the street. The story is a heart-wrenching tale of poverty, hope, and the strength of the human spirit.中文翻译：《卖火柴的小女孩》是一个关于一个贫穷的小女孩的故事，在除夕夜她试图卖火柴。
她又冷又饿，却没有人愿意买她的火柴。
当她独自一人坐在寒冷中时，她点燃了她的火柴来取暖。
每点燃一根火柴，她都会想象自己在一个温暖幸福的地方，但随着火柴的燃尽，她又一次被留在寒冷中。
卖火柴的小女孩英语版100字The Little Match Girl - An English Version StoryOnce upon a time, on a cold winter's day, there was a little girl who sold matches on the streets. She was a poor child who didn't have warm clothesor a place to call home. The streets were empty, and the snow was falling heavily, making it harder for anyone to notice her.The little girl tried her best to sell her matches, but unfortunately, nobody seemed interested. As the evening approached, she found herself with no matches sold and no money earned. She was shivering with cold and hunger, her tiny fingers numb from the freezing temperature.In a desperate attempt to keep herself warm, the little girl decided to light a match. As the matchstick lit up, its warm glow illuminated the darkness around her. In that moment, she saw a vision of a warm fireplace with a cozy fire crackling inside. The girl felt the comforting warmth reaching out to her, and she forgot about her hunger and coldness.But as the match slowly burned out, the vision disappeared, leaving the little girl in darkness once again. Determined to seek the warmth and comfort she had briefly experienced, she lit another match. This time, she saw a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, shining brightly with ornaments and lights. The little girl could almost feel the joy and happiness that surrounded the tree.Again, as the match burned out, the vision faded away, leaving the girl yearning for more. With tears streaming down her face, she lit another match. This time, she saw a table filled with delicious food and a beautifully setdining area. The girl's hunger intensified as she imagined the taste of the food and the warmth of a full stomach.But as the match burned down, the vision vanished, and the girl was left hungry and cold once again. She didn't have any more matches left, and the night seemed darker than ever. The little girl curled up under a blanket of snow, wishing for a better life. As the clock struck midnight, something miraculous happened.An angel descended from the sky and gently lifted the little girl up. They flew together towards a bright and beautiful place. The little girl felt the warmth, happiness, and love surrounding her. In this new world, she no longer had to worry about hunger or coldness. She had found her eternal home, where she would never feel alone or abandoned ever again.And from that day forward, the little match girl's spirit lived on, reminding us of the importance of compassion, kindness, and gratitude. Her story serves as a poignant reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and the tiniest spark can ignite a fire of change and possibility.In conclusion, the story of the little match girl teaches us valuable lessons about poverty, desperation, and the power of dreams. It encourages us to appreciate the blessings in our lives and to reach out to those in need. May we never forget the little match girl and the profound impact her story has had on our hearts.。
卖火柴的小女孩（英文版）Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street. It was New Year's Eve and the snowed streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little match seller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. 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 matchseller 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 blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body. 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 matchseller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few seconds she had caught a glimpse of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the litwindows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness.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 coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little matchseller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles rose higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who used to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!" Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little matchseller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother. A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passersby. "She was trying to keep warm。
这篇童话发表在1846 年的《丹麦大众历书》上。
它的内容一看就清楚：一年一度的新年除夕，是大家欢乐的日子，但有的人却在挨饿。
这种饥饿在天真的孩子身上就特别显得尖锐，特别是当她(或他)看到好吃的东西而弄不到口的时候。
卖火柴的小女孩擦亮一根火柴，照出对面楼上有钱人家的餐桌：“桌上铺着雪白的台布，上面有精致的碗盘，填满了梅子和苹果的、冒着香气的烤鹅。
更美妙的事情是：这只鹅从盘子里跳出来了，背上插着刀叉，蹒跚地在地上走着，一直向这个穷苦的小姑娘面前走来。
这时火柴就熄灭了；她面前只有一堵又厚又冷的墙。
”最后她“死了——在旧年的除夕冻死了。
”在这里安徒生安慰读者，说她和她的祖母“在光明和快乐中飞走了,, 飞到既没有寒冷，也没有饥饿，也没有忧愁的那块地方——她们是跟上帝在一起。
”但这只是一个希望。
真正的“光明和快乐”得自己去创造。
上帝是没有的。
小女孩究竟还是死了。
安徒生在他的手记中写道：“我在去国外旅行的途中在格洛斯登城堡住了几天。
《卖火柴的小女孩》就是在那里写成的。
我那时接到出版商佛林奇先生的信，要求我为他的历书写一个故事，以配合其中的三幅画。
我选了以一个穷苦小女孩拿着一包火柴为画面的那张画。
”这幅画是丹麦画家龙布(J.T.Lumdbye 18〜1848)的手笔。
THE LITTLE MATCH GI卖火柴的小女孩Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year.In this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl,bareheaded,and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that?They were verylarge slippers,which her mother had hitherto worn;so large were they;andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it;he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen hesome day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand.Nobody hadbought anything of her the whole livelong day;noone had given her a single farthing.She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney:from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, thestove vanished:she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.She rubbed another against the wall:it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth;uponit was a splendid porcelain service,and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums.And what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree:it was still larger,and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily- coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher,she saw them nowas stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire."Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had lovedher, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall:it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love."Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burnsout;you vanish like the warm stove,like the delicious roastgoose,and like the magnificent Christmas tree!"And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall,for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day:never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high,so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.译文卖火柴的小女孩天气冷得可怕。
卖火柴的小女孩英文故事《卖火柴的小女孩》是丹麦童话故事作家安徒生的一轿告篇的童话故事。
下面让我们一起欣赏下英文版。
lt was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark；the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets.When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her；indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought anyof them the live long day；no one had given her a single penny.Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little childThe snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders；but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold.Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses；尺郑it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them.She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her，besides her home was almost as cold as the street，it was an attic；and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags.the wind and snow often penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold；one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo!it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl；nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within!The child stretched out her feet to warm them also；alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.A second match was struck against the wall；it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within.She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes；the roast goose stuffed with applesand dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see；the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.知识拓展译文：天气非常非常冷，雪下得很大，夜幕已降临。
安徒生童话故事第39篇：卖火柴的小女孩TheLittleMatch-Seller引导语：卖火柴的小女孩这篇安徒生的童话故事，大家是否很熟悉了呢?下面就是小编整理的中英文版本，欢迎大家阅读!天气冷得可怕。
正在下雪，黑暗的夜幕开始垂下来了。
这是这年最后的一夜——新年的前夕。
在这样的寒冷和黑暗中，有一个光头赤脚的小女孩正在街上走着。
是的，她离开家的时候还穿着一双拖鞋，但那又有什么用呢?那是一双非常大的拖鞋——那么大，最近她妈妈一直在穿着。
当她匆忙地越过街道的时候，两辆马车飞奔着闯过来，弄得小姑娘把鞋跑落了。
有一只她怎样也寻不到，另一只又被一个男孩子捡起来，拿着逃走了。
男孩子还说，等他将来有孩子的时候，可以把它当做一个摇篮来使用。
现在小姑娘只好赤着一双小脚走。
小脚已经冻得发红发青了。
她有许多火柴包在一个旧围裙里;她手中还拿着一扎。
这一整天谁也没有向她买过一根;谁也没有给她一个铜板。
可怜的小姑娘!她又饿又冻得向前走，简直是一幅愁苦的画面。
雪花落到她金黄的长头发上——它卷曲地散落在她的.肩上，看上去非常美丽。
不过她并没有想到自己漂亮。
所有的窗子都射出光来，街上飘着一股烤鹅肉①的香味。
的确，这是除夕。
她在想这件事情。
那儿有两座房子，其中一座房子比另一座更向街心伸出一点，她便在这个墙角里坐下来，缩作一团。
她把一双小脚也缩进来，不过她感到更冷。
她不敢回家里去，因为她没有卖掉一根火柴，没有赚到一个铜板。
她的父亲一定会打她，而且家里也是很冷的，因为他们头上只有一个可以灌进风来的屋顶，虽然最大的裂口已经用草和破布堵住了。
她的一双小手几乎冻僵了。
唉!哪怕一根小火柴对她也是有好处的。
只要她敢抽出一根来，在墙上擦着了，就可以暖暖手!最后她抽出一根来了。
哧!它燃起来了，冒出火光来了!当她把手覆在上面的时候，它便变成了一朵温暖、光明的火焰，像是一根小小的蜡烛。
这是一道美丽的小光!小姑娘觉得真像坐在一个铁火炉旁边一样：它有光亮的黄铜圆捏手和黄铜炉身，火烧得那么欢，那么暖，那么美!唉，这是怎么一回事儿?当小姑娘刚刚伸出一双脚，打算暖一暖脚的时候，火焰就忽然熄灭了!火炉也不见了。
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. "Oh, 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. "Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother would not disappear like all the other visions.However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying: "Granny, take me away with you!"A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passersby. "She was trying to keep warm!"But by that time, the little match seller was far away, where there is neither cold, nor hunger, nor pain.。
少儿英语童话故事：卖火柴的小女孩The Little Girl Selling MatchesOne Christmas night, it is very cold.In the cold and darkness, a girl is walking bare footed in the snow and wind.Her feet are pale and frozen.There are some matches in the pocket of her apron."Buy matches.Please buy matches!" The little girl cries in a faint voice which nobody hears as they hurry by.She doesn't sell any matches and no one gives her a copper coin.How poor the little girl is! She is cold and hungry and shivers onward with a pale face. Snowflakes fall onto her blond hair.There are lights at all the windows. The smell of roast goose is in the street.She bears the hunger and sits down in the corner of a wall, she curls herself up in the apron.The wind is getting stronger, the snow becomes a storm, she feels colder.However she dare not return home because she didn't sell one match, so she doesn't have a penny. If she goes back, her father will beat her. What't more, her house is also cold.Her little hands are almost frozen stiff.Oh! A matchstick is useful for her.The little girl takes out a match and strikes it on the wall. The match gives out a flame. When she puts her hand over it, becomes a warm and bright flame. She seems to be sitting near a stove. The flame is so nice and warm. When she wants to stretch out her feet to warm them, the flame goes out... also the stove disappears and she sits there with a matchstick.She strikes another. The part of the wall lit up by the flame become transparent, like a thin veil. She seems to see a table cloth covering the table in a room, where there are exquisite bowls, plates and a fragrantly roasted goose. Look! The goose has a knife and fork in its back. The goose is staggering towards her. Just then, the flame goes out and the thick wall is back in front of her.The little girl strikes the third match. Following the light, she seems to reach a Christmas tree, which is so big and nice. It is bigger and more beautiful than one she has seen in a rich man's house. The tree with thousands of candles and colorful pictures is blinking at her. She holds out her hands but the match gose out. The candle lights go up and become bright stars. One of them falls down and a red ray of light streaks across the sky."Now someone will pass away." the little girl says. She still remembers what her grandma said when she was alive. She said："A soul will go to the heaven when a star falls down from the sky!"...小姑娘又擦亮一根火柴，它把四周都照亮了。
卖火柴的小女孩的主要内容英文简短The Little Match Girl is a touching short story written by Hans Christian Andersen. It tells the heartrending tale of a poor little girl who tries to sell matches on a cold winter's night. In her desperation to survive, she finds solace in the flickering flames of the matches, which bring her visions of warmth, love, and happiness. However, the harsh reality of her existence eventually catches up with her, leaving readers with a poignant message about compassion and the power of the human spirit.The story begins on a frosty New Year's Eve, where the young protagonist, unnamed in the narrative, struggles to sell matches on the streets. The bitter cold bites at her frail body, and her icy bare feet are no match for the frozen ground. Passersby ignore her, too engrossed in their own festivities to see the needy child before them. Despite her efforts, she fails to sell any matches, leaving her on the brink of despair.As she takes shelter in a corner, the girl lights a match to warm her hands. In the glow of the flame, she witnesses a beautiful vision: a sumptuous feast, a warm hearth, and a loving family. However, the ephemeral light of the match extinguishes, and she is left shivering in the darkness once again. Desperate to keep the warmth alive, she ignites another match, and a new vision appears, even grander than before.Each ignited match brings forth a different vision—a Christmas tree adorned with lights, a radiant star in the sky, and even her deceased grandmother, who beckons her to salvation. But as the matches dwindle, so does the girl's hope. She knows that each flame, however fleeting, represents a moment of warmth and comfort that she cannot find elsewhere.Finally, in the freezing cold, the girl lights the last match and envisions a glorious sunrise. Despite her desperate pleas to prolong the light, it fades away. The morning reveals the small girl lifeless, frozen to death, clutching her unsold matches. Passersby, unaffected by her unfortunate fate, continue on their way, oblivious to the tragedy that unfolded before them."The Little Match Girl" is a haunting tale that exposes the harsh realities often faced by the less fortunate in society. Andersen's story reminds us of the importance of empathy and understanding, urging readers to acknowledge the suffering of those around them. It serves as a timeless reminder that in our pursuit of happiness and prosperity, we must not forget the less fortunate and extend a helping hand to those in need.。
买火柴的小女孩英文故事The Little Match GirlAs the snow fell gently upon the city, a young girl walked the streets, her thin dress and worn shoes doing little to protect her from the biting cold. This was the Little Match Girl, a child whose life was a constant struggle to survive, yet whose spirit remained undimmed by the harsh realities she faced.The Little Match Girl had been sent out by her father to beg and sell matches, a task she dreaded but knew was necessary to bring in the meager coins that kept her family from starving. With each step, the bitter wind seemed to pierce her skin, and she longed for the warmth of a home and the comfort of a loving family.As she made her way through the bustling streets, the Little Match Girl could not help but gaze longingly at the well-lit windows of the nearby homes. She saw families gathered around the fire, laughing and sharing a meal, and her heart ached with a deep sense of longing. How she wished she could join them, to experience the simple joys of a warm meal and the companionship of loved ones.Determined to make the most of her meager earnings, the Little Match Girl struck a match, hoping to warm her frozen fingers and find solace in the flickering flame. As the match burned, she was transported to a world of her own imagination, where she saw a beautiful Christmas tree, its branches laden with shimmering ornaments and twinkling lights. The Little Girl's eyes widened in wonder, and for a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace and contentment.But the match soon burned out, leaving the Little Match Girl once again in the cold and darkness. Undeterred, she struck another match, and this time she saw a vision of a warm, cozy room, with a crackling fire and a table laden with a sumptuous feast. The Little Match Girl's mouth watered, and she could almost feel the warmth of the fire on her skin.As the second match burned out, the Little Match Girl felt a growing sense of desperation. She continued to strike match after match, each one revealing a new vision of comfort and joy that she so desperately craved. With each vision, her hope grew, but her fingers grew ever colder, and the wind seemed to bite deeper into her flesh.Finally, the Little Match Girl struck her last match, and in the flickering light, she saw a vision of her beloved grandmother, who had passed away long ago. The Little Girl's eyes filled with tears ofjoy, as she reached out to embrace the vision of her grandmother. In that moment, the Little Match Girl felt a warmth and comfort that she had never known, and she knew that she was not alone.As the final match burned out, the Little Match Girl's eyes closed, and she slipped into a deep sleep, her body succumbing to the bitter cold. But even in death, the Little Match Girl's spirit remained strong, for she had found the warmth and love she had so desperately sought in the visions of her imagination.The story of the Little Match Girl serves as a poignant reminder of the harsh realities that many children face, forced to endure a life of poverty and hardship. Yet, it also speaks to the resilience of the human spirit, and the power of imagination to provide comfort and solace in even the darkest of times. Through the Little Match Girl's journey, we are reminded of the importance of compassion, empathy, and a willingness to help those in need, for even the smallest act of kindness can make a world of difference.。
双语安徒生童话：卖火柴的小女孩TheLittleMatch-Girl4“Grandmother!” exclaimed the child, “oh, take mewith you! I know thou1 wilt2leave me as soon as thematch goes out，thou wilt vanish like warm fire inthe stove, like the splendid New Year's feast, like thebeautiful large Christmas tree!” and she hastilylighted all the remaining matches in the bundle, lasther grandmother should disappear. And the matchesburned with such a blaze of splendor, that noonday could scarcely have been brighter. Never had thegood old grandmother looked so tall and stately, sobeautiful and kind; she took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew together-higher, tillthey were in that place where neither cold, nor hunger, nor pain, is ever known， they were inparadise.“奶奶!”小姑娘叫了起来，“啊!把我带走吧!我知道这火柴一熄灭，你就会象炉中温暖的火焰，丰盛的新年饭食，美丽的大圣诞树一样地不见了!”她急忙把剩下的一束火柴都擦着了，生怕祖母走了，这束火柴发出强烈的光芒，照得比白天还要亮。
买火柴的小女孩的英文版《The Little Girl Who Bought Matches》Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a small village. She was very poor and had to work hard to make ends meet. One day, she went to the market to sell some vegetables and fruits that she had picked from her garden. But no one wanted to buy them because they were all bruised and overripe.Feeling disheartened, the little girl walked around the market, hoping to find something to help her through the harsh winter. As she roamed around, she saw a man selling matches. Remembering that her mother had told her how important it was to have matches during winter to keep warm, she decided to buy some.But the man asked for a high price, and the little girl didn't have enough money to buy them. She begged and pleaded, but the man refused to lower the price. Determined to not go back empty-handed, the little girl decided to use the little money she had saved up for food to buy the matches.She returned home with a heavy heart, worried about what her family would say about her decision. However, when she showed her family the matches, they were overjoyed. They hugged her and thanked her for being so thoughtful. From that day on, the matches helped them keep warm on chilly nights.The little girl's selfless act of buying the matches with the little money she had earned made her family realize the value of her kindness and sacrifice. They never went hungry or cold with the warmth of the matches.The little girl taught everyone around her that sometimes, small gestures can make a big difference in the lives of others. And from that day on, she was known as the little girl who bought matches.。
"The Little Match Girl"（卖火柴的小女孩）是丹麦作家汉斯·克里斯蒂安·安徒生的一篇短篇童话故事。
这个故事以它深刻而感人的情感而闻名，通过一个小女孩的苦难生活讲述了爱、温暖和人性的主题。
以下是"The Little Match Girl"的英语版故事：Once upon a time, on a bitterly cold New Year's Eve, a poor little girl was wandering the streets, bareheaded and barefoot. She was shivering with cold, but dared not return home because her father would beat her for not selling any matches.In her little hands, she carried a bundle of matches, hoping to sell them and earn a few pennies. Unfortunately, the people rushing past paid her no attention. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get home and escape the biting winter wind.The little girl found a corner where two houses projected beyond their neighbors, forming a small alcove. Seeking some shelter from the wind, she sat down and huddled against the cold wall. As she felt the numbness spreading through her small body, she decided to light one of the matches to warm herself.With trembling hands, she struck the match against the wall. Suddenly, a warm, comforting light illuminated the small space around her. In that moment, she saw a vision—a beautiful stove with a fire burning brightly. The little girl extended her hands toward the warmth, and for a brief moment, she forgot about her hunger and the cold.But the match burned out, leaving her in darkness once again. Undeterred, she lit another match. This time, the light revealed a feast fit for a king—roast goose and delicious treats. The girl's stomach rumbled with hunger, but as quickly as the image appeared, it vanished with the extinguished match.As the night grew colder, the little match girl struck match after match, each one revealing a different, fleeting vision. She saw a Christmas tree adorned with candles and decorations, a shooting star streaking across the sky, and a warm and loving family gathered around a festive table. The matches became her only source of warmth and solace.In her final attempt, she lit a match and saw the most beautiful vision of all—a vision of her beloved grandmother, who had passed away. The grandmother smiled tenderly and reached out to the little girl. Overwhelmed with joy, the girl begged her grandmother not to leave.Desperate to prolong the magical moment, the little match girl lit all the remaining matches in her bundle. The alley was filled with an extraordinary radiance as the matches burned brightly. But as the last match flickered and died, the girl closed her eyes, never to open them again.On the cold New Year's morning, passersby discovered the lifeless body of the little match girl. They couldn't comprehend the peace that rested on her face, as if she had found warmth and happiness in her final moments. The people spoke of the poor, little match girl who had perished in the cold, but none could fathom the magical visions that had taken her away from her harshreality.The story of "The Little Match Girl" is a poignant tale that transcends time and borders, reminding us of the harshness of life, the importance of compassion, and the enduring power of hope even in the darkest moments.。
卖火柴的小女孩英语故事简短版English:There was once a little girl who was out in the cold trying to sell matches. It was New Year’s Eve and she was afraid to return home because she had not sold any matches and her father would be angry. She huddled in a corner, trying to keep warm by lighting matches one by one. As she lit each match, she saw a beautiful vision. In one match, she saw a table filled with delicious food, in another, she saw a Christmas tree with lights, and in another, she saw her grandmother who had passed away. The little girl continued lighting matches to keep the visions alive. Eventually, she used up all her matches and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, people found her frozen to death in the corner, but with a peaceful smile on her face.中文翻译:曾经有一个小女孩在寒冷的天气中出去卖火柴。
那天是除夕夜，她害怕回家，因为她一根火柴也没卖出去，她担心父亲会生气。
卖火柴的小女孩英文版The little match girl一、小女孩的故事The little match girl was a poor unfortunate girl living in the street. She had no family and no home and her only means of survival was begging or selling matches to passersby.可怜的小女孩住在大街上，没有家庭没有家园，只有乞讨或者向路人卖火柴才能维持生计。
二、她可怜的衰亡One bitterly cold night she was out selling matches, but she was too poor to buy any food or shelter and soon she was overcome by the cold. Desperately she lit one of her matches and the warmth it gave her made her dream of being in a warm and cosy home with a loving family. 在一个寒冷的夜晚，小女孩出去卖火柴，但是她太穷以致于买不起食物和住处，很快就被严寒所压倒了。
她拼命的点燃了一根火柴，温暖的热气使她梦想着在一个温馨家庭里有一个充满温情的家。
三、她被遗忘的命运Sadly, her dream was short-lived, for when she awoke the next morning she was still in the cold and her matches were all gone. She was left alone and forgotten in the street, without anyone to care for her or love her. 可悲的是，她的梦想很快就结束了，因为第二天早上醒来后，她䮤敗崴，火柴也都被烧完。
这篇童话发表在1846年的《丹麦大众历书》上。
它的内容一看就清楚：一年一度的新年除夕，是大家欢乐的日子，但有的人却在挨饿。
这种饥饿在天真的孩子身上就特别显得尖锐，特别是当她（或他）看到好吃的东西而弄不到口的时候。
卖火柴的小女孩擦亮一根火柴，照出对面楼上有钱人家的餐桌：“桌上铺着雪白的台布，上面有精致的碗盘，填满了梅子和苹果的、冒着香气的烤鹅。
更美妙的事情是：这只鹅从盘子里跳出来了，背上插着刀叉，蹒跚地在地上走着，一直向这个穷苦的小姑娘面前走来。
这时火柴就熄灭了；她面前只有一堵又厚又冷的墙。
”最后她“死了——在旧年的除夕冻死了。
”在这里安徒生安慰读者，说她和她的祖母“在光明和快乐中飞走了……飞到既没有寒冷，也没有饥饿，也没有忧愁的那块地方——她们是跟上帝在一起。
”但这只是一个希望。
真正的“光明和快乐”得自己去创造。
上帝是没有的。
小女孩究竟还是死了。
安徒生在他的手记中写道：“我在去国外旅行的途中在格洛斯登城堡住了几天。
《卖火柴的小女孩》就是在那里写成的。
我那时接到出版商佛林奇先生的信，要求我为他的历书写一个故事，以配合其中的三幅画。
我选了以一个穷苦小女孩拿着一包火柴为画面的那张画。
”这幅画是丹麦画家龙布（J.T.Lumdbye，1818～1848）的手笔。
THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL卖火柴的小女孩Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were verylarge slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; noone had given her a single farthing.She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Y ear's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, forabove her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her aworld of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, drawit against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!"how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, asshe held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, thestove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; uponit was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them nowas stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire."Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love."Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! Y ou go away whenthe match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roastgoose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and starksat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.译文卖火柴的小女孩天气冷得可怕。
