卖火柴的小女孩英文翻译

卖火柴的小女孩英文翻译

It was so cold, it was snowing, and nearly dark. This is the last day of the year -- New Year's eve. In the cold and dark night, a cute little girl barefoot walk in the street. From her home she had slippers on, but what is the use? It is a large pair of slippers -- so big, her mother always wear. She was crossing the road, the two carriage rush rapidly, scared her shoes off. A I couldn't find it, the other one was picked up by a boy had run off. He said, when he had children can use it as a cradle.
So the little girl walked barefoot, a pair of feet quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, took a turn. Throughout the day, nobody bought her a match, who never gave her a coin.
The poor little girl! She is cold and hungry, went ahead with shivering. Snow fell on her golden hair, the hair curled in her shoulder, looks very beautiful, but she didn't notice that. All the windows have revealed the light, there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, because it's new year's Eve -- she can't forget the. She was in a house in the corner to sit down, bent legs huddled together. She felt cold. She dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, not to earn a money, father would beat her. Besides, it was cold at home. Their heads only a roof, although the biggest cracks had been stopped up with straw and rags, wind or can be filled in.
Her hands were almost dead with cold. Ah, even if one little match, for she is good! She dare from a handful of matches drew a sprig of, struck on the wall, just to warm his hands? She finally pulled a root. Rip! It was burned, emitting flames come! She put her hand in the flame. How warm and how bright the flame ah, like a little candle. This is a strange fire! The little girl feel like sitting in front of a big fire, the fire with polished brass feet and a brass knob, fire, warm, and how comfortable ah! Hey, how is this going? She was stretched out, want the feet warm, the match went out, the stove vanished. She sat there, armed only with a burned a matchstick.
She struck yet another root. It was burned, give light to. The light fell on the wall, where limpidity like gauze, she could see into the room. The table was covered with a white cloth, put exquisite dishes and bowls, stuffed with apples and Mei Zi roast goose was savoury. It's wonderful that the goose jumped down from the dish, back with knife and fork, go swaying in the floor to walk, to the poor girl. At this time, the match went out, and she could see only the thick and cold wall.
She struck a match. This time, she was sitting under a beautiful Christmas tree. The Christmas tree, than her last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant family of larger, more beautiful. On the green branches with thousands of branch bright candles, many colored pictures, with hanging in the shop window of a kind, blink eyes to her. The little girl reached out to pictures. At this time, the match went out. The candle light on the tree rose higher and higher, at last became stars twinkling in the sky. One star fell down, in the sky made a slender red light. The little girl fantasy Christmas tree "someone is dying." The little girl said. The only hurt her grandmother told her when she alive: a star falls, there is a soul was going up to god.
On the wall and she rubbed a match. This time, the match lighted around. She appeared in the light, is so gentle, so mercy. " Grandma!" The little girl cried," ah! Please take me away! I know, the match goes out, you will disappear, just like the warm stove, the delicious roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, will not see!"
She quickly struck a handful of matches, to stay her grandmother. A handful of matches emitted strong light, as bright as day. Grandma has never been so tall, so beautiful. She picked up the little girl, in the arms. They both in the light and joy fly away, fly higher and higher, fly that no cold, no hunger, no painful place.
The very next day morning, the little girl sat in the corner of the wall, the two cheeks flushed, mouth smile. She died in the last year, the new year's Eve killed. The new year's sun, shining on her small body. The little girl sat there, hands holding a burned a matchstick.
" She tried to warm herself." People say. Who does not know that she had seen what a beautiful thing, she was very happy with her grandmother to the new year, happy go.