卖火柴的小女孩 英文

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This is the last day of the year - New Year's Eve, is Snowy, a terrible cold.
A Little Match Girl walked in the street, her clothes, old and broken, feet wearing a pair of big slippers mother. Her lot of boxes containing pocket matches, all the way to live I cried: "Yes Match, Match me!" People are buying food and holiday gift, who have the rationale for her?

At noon, she did not sell a match, no one has given her a copper.

She walked in a house to stop the window, and interior scenes attracted her. Yo, inside the United States and many of the Christmas tree it, and that the hands of two children really pretty candy wrappers.

Happy people watching the scene, the little girl thought of the sick mother and grandmother died, sad to cry. Cry what is the use? The little girl wiped away tears, continue to move around.

"Match it, Match it! Uncle, aunt, bought some matches, I suppose!"

However, the holiday gift Purchased people have to hurry to go home, no one has heard her cries. Snow fell on her long golden hair, the look is so beautiful, can no one has noticed her.

The little girl walked, run from a carriage, she opened赶快逃scared, big slippers run away. The last carriage, she hastened to look for shoes. Slippers that you are the mother, this mother is also in bed. However, one can not find, and the other was a boy when the soccer kick. The little girl had to walk barefoot, the cold snow bound her cold red and swollen.

Gradually dark days, fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and finally a little girl only a person. The house the street the lights are flashing, windows of the house was also laughter. Food Shop in飘出a fragrance烤鹅, hungry hungry little girl shares直叫cushions.好想little girl go home, but did not sell a match, what her mother money to give them medicine?

Greater under the more snow, the streets paved, like a thick layer of white carpet.

The little girl did not have the whole day did not drink, it is a walk, she sat down in a corner. She rubbed his hands with a small red swelling of the feet, a moment frozen in small hands. Really cold, ah, if a little lit matches, you can also warm your body.

She was finally out of a match, one rubbing on the wall,哧! Take out a small flame. The little girl hands on the flames above the fire, however small beauty, how warm you! She seemed to feel that they sit next to the stove, it burned much more inside ah wang. Out little girl about to remind you legs warm, extinguish the flame, the stove vanished, leaving only a burnt火柴梗.

She also has a rub,哧! Channeling flame out there is the issue of Moon light. Wall was lit up, become transparent, and she seemed to see things in the room. Table covered with white tablecloth, the top filled with a variety of delicious things. A goose suddenly jumped out from the plate, knife and fork back flying, staggered to her. Several large bread jumped from the table, one by one, like lining up like soldiers came to her. At this point, and out of matches, and she left before the cold dark side of the wall.

Little girl want to rub the match, all she直抖cold. She also has a rub, eat! A bright flame out flowers. Wow! What a beautiful Christmas tree Yes, this is the best she ever seen the most beautiful Christmas tree. Christmas tree hung with much color on the cards, then draw the above picture there is all kinds of beauty. Thousands of trees also candles lit, flash to flash if the stars say hello at the blink of an eye to her. Girl arm of the past, Oh, and out of matches, and the surrounding is dark.

Girl rubbing a match again, she saw a candle light up or become for many bright stars. Down a star has come, in heaven's fire to draw a long wire. Followed all of the stars Down come, like from the sky like a rainbow has been linked to the floor.

The little girl also polished a match, according to the fire was put around the flux, she appeared at the fire. Grandmother smiled towards her, so gentle, so kind.

"Grandmother -" The little girl was excited tears,扑进the embrace of the Grandmother.

"Grandmother, please put me away, I know that one out of matches, you will be gone!" The little girl put the hands of one of the matches to take a polish, Grandmother because she wanted to stay. They send a strong light a match, as light than during the day also. Grandmother has never been like this beauty and tall. Grandmother holds little girl put up his arms.

Their bright and happy they were together in the fly. More over their high-flying no cold, no hunger, where heaven, and God together.

Match went out, around a dark, happy little girl and closed their eyes.

New Year's morning, the雪停, small wind, the sun rose up, as a land of golden. Great people come to the streets to congratulate a happy New Year everyone. The children with new clothes, happy to battle under the banner of snow.

At this time, people saw a little girl froze in the corner, she placed her face glory,露着smiling mouth. She at one place around the shaman火柴梗, small hands also holds a match

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第1个回答  2009-03-29
《卖火柴的小女孩》A Girl Selling Matches
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 lit windows, 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.
第2个回答  2009-03-29
It 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.

天气非常非常冷,雪下得很大,夜幕已降临。这是旧年最后的一夜——除夕之夜。尽管天气是那么的寒冷和黑暗,一个贫穷的小女孩,光头赤脚仍在大街上徘徊。当她离家出门的时候,脚上穿着一双拖鞋,那是一双相当大的拖鞋——的确太大了,那是她妈妈穿着合适的一双拖鞋。当她匆忙横穿马路的时候,两辆马车飞快地闯过来,吓得她把拖鞋跑丢了。一只怎么也找不到,另一只被一个小男孩抢跑了。他想,这只鞋可以当做玩具娃娃睡觉的摇篮。

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 any of 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 child!

现在这小女孩只好光着脚在街上行走,一双脚步冻得又红又青。她那破旧的围裙兜着许多火柴,手里还拿着一小捆。可整整一天谁也没有向她买过一根——谁也没有给她一个铜板。她又饿又冷,哆哆嗦嗦地向前走着,这是一幅非常凄惨的景象:可怜的小姑娘!

The 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; it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.

雪花落在她那金黄色的头发上——长长的卷发披散在肩上,看起来十分美丽,可她想不到自己的漂亮。从每扇窗子透出的亮光和飘出的烤鹅肉香味,使她想起的只是今天是除夕之夜。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.

街边一前一后坐落着两座房子,形成一个小墙角,她蹲在墙角里,把一双小脚卷缩到身下坐了下来,可是没有用,她还是不觉得暖和。她不敢回家,因为她还没有卖掉一根火柴,没有挣到一个铜板,她的父亲也许会因此打她,况且她家几乎和大街上一样冷。那是一间阁楼,虽然屋顶上几个较大的裂口用草和破布堵住了,可风和雪还是不时地灌进来,她那双小手差不多冻僵了。她想,只要她敢抽出一根火柴,在墙上擦燃,就可以暖手,终于她抽出了一根。哧!火柴燃起来了,冒出了火苗。当她双手覆在上面时,它变成了一朵光明、温暖的火焰,象一根奇妙的小蜡烛。小姑娘觉得自己象坐在一个大火炉旁边一样,铁炉镶有铮亮的黄铜花边和底座。火烧得多么旺,多么好啊!小姑娘刚刚伸出她的一双脚,打算暖一下的时候,哎呀!这是怎么样一回事儿?火焰忽然熄灭了!火炉也不见了。她坐在那儿,手里捏着那烧过的火柴,又回到了寒冷和孤单之中。

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 apples and 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.

她又擦着一根火柴,火柴燃起来了,发出了明亮的光。墙上那块被火光照着的地方,忽然变得透明,象一块薄纱。小女孩可以看到房间的东西,桌上铺着雪白的台布,上面放着精致的瓷碟,还有填满梅子和苹果、冒着热气、香喷喷的烤鹅。最美妙的是看见了——这只背上插着刀叉的鹅从盘里跳了出来,摇摇摆摆地在地板上走着,一直向这个可怜的小姑娘走来。就在这时,火柴熄灭了,留在她面前的,只是一堵又厚又冷的墙。
"Grandmother -" The little girl was excited tears,扑进the embrace of the Grandmother.

"Grandmother, please put me away, I know that one out of matches, you will be gone!" The little girl put the hands of one of the matches to take a polish, Grandmother because she wanted to stay. They send a strong light a match, as light than during the day also. Grandmother has never been like this beauty and tall. Grandmother holds little girl put up his arms.

Their bright and happy they were together in the fly. More over their high-flying no cold, no hunger, where heaven, and God together.

Match went out, around a dark, happy little girl and closed their eyes.

New Year's morning, the雪停, small wind, the sun rose up, as a land of golden. Great people come to the streets to congratulate a happy New Year everyone. The children with new clothes, happy to battle under the banner of snow.

At this time, people saw a little girl froze in the corner, she placed her face glory,露着smiling mouth. She at one place around the shaman火柴梗, small hands also holds a match
第3个回答  2009-03-29
The little match girl