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9月20日多云“砰——砰——”爆竹声震耳欲聋。去年除夕时读的《卖火柴的小女孩》,那天晚上的天空是多么美丽,绿的、红的、黄的,烟火在空中飞舞着,远处不时泛出一道道灯光,因为是除夕,但美丽的夜晚和伙伴们的欢声笑语及爆竹的轰鸣,都没有使我从悲伤中解脱出来,因为那本《卖火柴的小女孩》吸引了我,即使在这欢乐的气氛中,我的泪水还是止不住往下流。我仿佛看见一个光着头赤着脚的小女孩展现在我的面前,那又冷又饿的可怜样子,使我心如刀绞,那凄凉的声音像一支利剑戳人心碎,我仿佛又看到了小女孩向点燃的火柴投去渴求的目光。
September 20 cloudy “bang - bang - ” firecrackers deafening. What a beautiful, green, red and yellow sky the fireworks were flying in the air last night, New Year’s Eve, “A Little Girl Who Sell Matches” The beautiful night and the cheers and laughter of my companions did not free me from my sorrow because the “little girl selling matches” caught me and even in this joyous atmosphere my tears were still Can not stop flowing down. I seemed to see a little bare-bared bare girl showing in front of me, that cold and hungry poor look, making my heart knifed, that desolate voice like a sword poke heart, I seem to Also saw the little girl cast a lighted eye to the burning match.