《卖火柴的小女孩》是丹麦童话故事作家安徒生的一篇的童话故事。
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 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 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； 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 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.
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。
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。
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。
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。
扩展资料：
《卖火柴的小女孩》是丹麦童话故事作家安徒生的一篇的童话故事，发表于1846年。主要讲了一个卖火柴的小女孩在富人合家欢乐，举杯共庆的大年夜冻死在街头的故事。
它讲述的是一个在圣诞夜卖火柴的小女孩的悲惨命运。因为没有卖掉一根火柴，小女孩一天没有吃东西。她又冷又饿，她擦亮了第一根火柴，看见了喷香的烤鹅；她擦亮第二根火柴，看见了美丽的圣诞树。
她擦亮了第三根火柴，看见了久违的外婆，她想让外婆留在自己身边，擦亮了一整把火柴。然而当火柴熄灭的时候，这所有的一切都不见了，小女孩就是这样在圣诞之夜悲惨地死去，没有人知道她在生前最后一刻看到的美好情景。
参考资料：百度百科-卖火柴的小女孩
It's freezing, snowing and getting dark. This is the last day of the year - New Year's Eve. On this cold and dark night, a cute little girl was walking barefoot in the street. She came out of the house wearing a pair of slippers, but what's the use?
天冷极了，下着雪，又快黑了。这是一年的最后一天——大年夜。在这又冷又黑的晚上，一个乖巧的小女孩，赤着脚在街上走着。她从家里出来的时候还穿着一双拖鞋，但是有什么用呢？
It was a big pair of slippers - so big that her mother always wore them. As she crossed the road, two carriages came running so fast that she ran away with her shoes. One couldn't find anything, the other asked a boy to pick it up and run away. He said that he could use it as a cradle when he had children in the future.
那是一双很大的拖鞋——那么大，一向是她妈妈穿的。她穿过马路的时候，两辆马车飞快地冲过来，吓得她把鞋都跑掉了。一只怎么也找不着，另一只叫一个男孩捡起来拿着跑了。他说，将来他有了孩子可以拿它当摇篮。
The little girl had to walk barefoot, her feet were red and blue with cold. In her old apron she carried many matches and a handful. No one had bought her a match or given her a coin all day.
小女孩只好赤着脚走，一双小脚冻得红一块青一块的。她的旧围裙里兜着许多火柴，手里还拿着一把。这一整天，谁也没买过她一根火柴，谁也没给过她一个硬币。
Poor little girl! She trembled forward, cold and hungry. Snowflakes fell on her long golden hair, which rolled over her shoulders and looked beautiful, but she didn't notice. Lights were shining through every window, and there was a roast goose smell in the street, because it was New Year's Eve, which she could not forget.
可怜的小女孩！她又冷又饿，哆哆嗦嗦地向前走。雪花落在她的金黄的长头发上，那头发打成卷儿披在肩上，看上去很美丽，不过她没注意这些。每个窗子里都透出灯光来，街上飘着一股烤鹅的香味，因为这是大年夜——她可忘不了这个。
She sat down in the corner of a house and huddled her legs. She felt colder. She dared not go home because she didn't sell a match and earned any money. Dad would beat her. Besides, the house is as cold as the street. There was only a roof over their heads, and although the biggest crack had been blocked with grass and rags, the wind could still fill in.
她在一座房子的墙角里坐下来，蜷着腿缩成一团。她觉得更冷了。她不敢回家，因为她没卖掉一根火柴，没挣到一个钱，爸爸一定会打她的。再说，家里跟街上一样冷。他们头上只有个房顶，虽然最大的裂缝已经用草和破布堵住了，风还是可以灌进来。
Her little hands were almost frozen stiff. Ah, even a small match is good for her! Dare she take one out of a bunch of matches and wipe it on the wall to warm her little hands? She finally pulled out one. Chi! Matches are on fire, flames are coming out! She folded her little hand over the fire. How warm and bright the fire is, like a little candle. This is a strange fire!
她的一双小手几乎冻僵了。啊，哪怕一根小小的火柴，对她也是有好处的！她敢从成把的火柴里抽出一根，在墙上擦燃了，来暖和暖和自己的小手吗？她终于抽出了一根。哧！火柴燃起来了，冒出火焰来了！她把小手拢在火焰上。多么温暖多么明亮的火焰啊，简直像一支小小的蜡烛。
The little girl felt like she was sitting in front of a big stove with shining copper feet and handles. It was burning vigorously and warm. How comfortable it was! Hey, what's going on here? She had just put her foot out to warm it up, and the match went out and the stove disappeared. She sat there with only one burnt matchstick in her hand.
这是一道奇异的火光！小女孩觉得自己好像坐在一个大火炉前面，火炉装着闪亮的铜脚和铜把手，烧得旺旺的，暖烘烘的，多么舒服啊！哎，这是怎么回事呢？她刚把脚伸出去，想让脚也暖和一下，火柴灭了，火炉不见了。她坐在那儿，手里只有一根烧过了的火柴梗。
She wiped another one. The match was on fire and there was a light. The light fell on the wall, where it suddenly became as transparent as gauze, and she could see the room all the time. The table was covered with snow-white tablecloths, delicate plates and bowls, and the roast goose filled with apples and plums was smelling.
她又擦了一根。火柴燃起来了，发出亮光来了。亮光落在墙上，那儿忽然变得像薄纱那么透明，她可以一直看到屋里。桌上铺着雪白的台布，摆着精致的盘子和碗，肚子里填满了苹果和梅子的烤鹅正冒着香气。
Even better, the goose jumped off the plate, with knives and forks on its back, and swayed across the floor, all the way to the poor little girl. Then the match went out again, and there was only a thick and cold wall in front of her.
更妙的是这只鹅从盘子里跳下来，背上插着刀和叉，摇摇摆摆地在地板上走着，一直向这个穷苦的小女孩走来。这时候，火柴又灭了，她面前只有一堵又厚又冷的墙。
She struck another match. This time, she was sitting under a beautiful Christmas tree. This Christmas tree is bigger and more beautiful than what she saw through the glass doors of wealthy businessmen last Christmas. Thousands of bright candles were burning on the verdant branches, and many beautiful color pictures were blinking at her as they were hanging in the shop windows.
她又擦着了一根火柴。这一回，她坐在美丽的圣诞树下。这棵圣诞树，比她去年圣诞节透过富商家的玻璃门看到的还要大，还要美。翠绿的树枝上点着几千支明晃晃的蜡烛，许多幅美丽的彩色画片，跟挂在商店橱窗里的一个样，在向她眨眼睛。
The little girl reached out to the picture. Then the match went out again. The candlelight on the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, and eventually became the stars twinkling in the sky. A star fell and a long red light was drawn in the sky.
小女孩向画片伸出手去。这时候，火柴又灭了。只见圣诞树上的烛光越升越高，最后成了在天空中闪烁的星星。有一颗星星落下来了，在天空中划出了一道细长的红光。
"Somebody's dying." Said the little girl. The only grandmother who loved her told her when she was alive that when a star fell, a soul would go to God.
“有一个什么人快要死了。”小女孩说。唯一疼她的奶奶活着的时候告诉过她∶一颗星星落下来，就有一个灵魂要到上帝那儿去了。
She rubbed another match on the wall. This time, the matches lit up all around. Grandma appeared in the light, so gentle, so loving. "Grandma!" The little girl cried out, "Ah! Please take me away! I know that once the match goes out, you will disappear, just like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, and the beautiful Christmas tree!
她在墙上又擦着了一根火柴。这一回，火柴把周围全照亮了。奶奶出现在亮光里，是那么温和，那么慈爱。“奶奶！”小女孩叫起来，“啊！请把我带走吧！我知道，火柴一灭，您就会不见的，像那暖和的火炉，喷香的烤鹅，美丽的圣诞树一个样，就会不见的！”
She quickly wiped a large bunch of matches to keep Grandma. A large bunch of matches glowed as brightly as in the daytime. Grandma has never been so tall and beautiful as she is now. Grandma held the little girl in her arms. They flew away in the light and joy, higher and higher, to a place where there was no cold, no hunger, no pain.
她赶紧擦着了一大把火柴，要把奶奶留住。一大把火柴发出强烈的光，照得跟白天一样明亮。奶奶从来没有像现在这样高大，这样美丽。奶奶把小女孩抱起来，搂在怀里。她俩在光明和快乐中飞走了，越飞越高，飞到那没有寒冷，没有饥饿，也没有痛苦的地方去了。
The next morning, the little girl sat in the corner with red cheeks and a smile on her mouth. She died, frozen to death on New Year's Eve. The New Year sun rose and shone on her little body. The little girl sat there holding a burnt matchstick in her hand.
第二天清晨，这个小女孩坐在墙角里，两腮通红，嘴上带着微笑。她死了，在旧年的大年夜冻死了。新年的太阳升起来了，照在她小小的尸体上。小女孩坐在那儿，手里还捏着一把烧过了的火柴梗。
"She wants to warm herself up." People say. Nobody knows how many beautiful things she has seen, how happy she has been, and goes with her grandmother to the happiness of the New Year.
“她想给自己暖和一下。”人们说。谁也不知道她曾经看到过多么美丽的东西，她曾经多么幸福，跟着她奶奶一起走向新年的幸福中去。
扩展资料：
《卖火柴的小女孩》是丹麦童话故事作家安徒生的一篇的童话故事，发表于1846年。主要讲了一个卖火柴的小女孩在富人合家欢乐，举杯共庆的大年夜冻死在街头的故事。
小女孩死了，嘴角却带着微笑，通过擦燃火柴的美好幻想与她饥寒交迫的现实生活形成了鲜明的对比。安徒生通过这个童话，表达了对穷苦人民悲惨遭遇的深刻同情，和对当时社会的不满，无情地揭示了资本主义社会的黑暗和罪恶。
《The little match-seller》
《卖火柴的小女孩》
IT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast.
天气非常非常冷，夜幕已降临，雪下得很大。这是旧年最后的一夜——除夕之夜。
In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets.
在寒冷和黑暗中，一个可怜的小女孩，光头赤脚仍在大街上徘徊。
It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use.
当她离家出门的时候，脚上的确穿着一双拖鞋的，但是那是一双相当大的拖鞋——的确太大了，那是她妈的。
They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate.
这可怜的小家伙在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。一只怎么也找不到了，另一只被一个小男孩抢跑了，并说等将来他有了孩子要为他做摇篮。
One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own.
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。
So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold.
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。
In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had any one given here even a penny. poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
她又饿又冷，哆哆嗦嗦地向前走着，一幅非常凄惨的景象。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，可她考虑不到这些。
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve- yes. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together.
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。街边一前一后坐落着两座房子，形成一个小墙角，她蜷缩在那里。她把一双小脚卷缩到身下，可还是不觉得暖和。
She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money.
她也不敢回家，因为她还没有卖掉一根火柴，没有挣到一个铜板，她的父亲一定会因此而打她；况且她家几乎和大街上一样冷。
Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags.
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屋里来。
Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers.
她那双小手都快冻僵了。啊！如果她能从这捆火柴中取出一根，在墙上划着了就会好一些，也就可以暖手。
She drew one out-"scratch!" how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light.
于是她抽出了一根。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，好像一根小蜡烛。多美的光啊。
It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament.
小姑娘觉得自己象坐在一个大火炉旁边，铁炉镶有铮亮的黄铜花边和底座。
How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
火烧得多么旺啊！小姑娘刚刚伸出她的一双脚，打算在这么好的火前暖一下的时候，哎呀！火焰忽然熄灭了！火炉也不见了。她只剩下手里捏着那烧过的火柴。
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room.
她又在墙上擦着一根火柴。火柴燃起来发出了明亮的光。墙上被火光照着的地方，忽然变得透明，象一块薄纱，小女孩可以看到房间内东西。
The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums.
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。
And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its *, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
更美妙的是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。
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky.
然而圣诞树上的烛光越升越高，直到在她的眼中成了天上的星星。
Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. "Some one is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
这时，有一颗落下来，在它后面划出一道长长的火丝。“一定有人要死了。”小姑娘想。因为她的老祖母——一个已故去的唯一疼爱她的人，曾经告诉过她，一旦天上落下一颗星，就有一个灵魂回到上帝那里去了。
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance.
她又在墙上擦了一根火柴，火光把她四周照亮了。她的老祖母就出现在那在亮光里，清晰而又明亮。她看起来依然是那么的慈爱和温和。
"Grandmother," cried the little one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree."
“奶奶！”小家伙叫起来，“啊！把我带走吧！我知道这火柴一熄灭，你就会象温暖的炉火，香喷喷的烤鹅，美丽的大圣诞树一样不见的！”
And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there.
她急忙把剩下的一束火柴都擦着了，因为她希望能留住祖母。这束火柴发出强烈的光芒，照得比白天还要亮。
And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful.
祖母从来没有象现在这样显得这么高大、这么美丽。她把小姑娘抱起来，搂在怀里。
She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
她们俩在光明和快乐飞走了，越飞越高，飞到既没有寒冷，又没有饥饿和痛苦的地方，因为她们来到了极乐世界。
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse!
寒冷的早晨，一个可怜的双颊苍白却面带微笑的小姑娘，蜷缩在墙角里。她已经在旧年的除夕冻死了。新年的太阳升起来了，照在她那小小的身体上！她一动也不动地僵坐在那里，手中还捏着火柴，其中一捆已经完全烧光了。
The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. "She tried to warm herself," said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.
“她是想把自己暖一下呀！”一些人说道。然而却没有人知道，在新年里，她曾看到过多么美妙的东西，并和祖母一起去往了怎样美好的地方。
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作品主题：
真实是文学作品感人的生命力，任何虚假的演示和一切虚伪的夸张都不足以引发读者的感情共鸣，安徒生在《卖火柴的小女孩》中对这个可怜小女孩不幸命运描写的同时，也对这个孩子在饥寒交迫、孤立无助的情况下，对她的心理活动进行了细致描写，尤其是写她对美食、温暖和亲情的幻想。
作家细致地描写了小女孩关于温暖的火炉、肥美的烤鹅、美丽的圣诞树和慈爱的奶奶这四个幻想片段，而这样的幻想，恰恰是当时资本主义制度下贫苦民众的难以实现其美好愿望，无法保障温饱的心理反应。
而这样的幻想却有别于童话世界中那些铜头铁臂、青面撩牙、飞沙走石般的幻想式的描写，她直接取材于现实生活，是当时欧洲资本主义社会不平等现实的最真切反映，人物是随处可见的，故事是随时都可以发生的。
悲剧的力量在于把美好撕破给人看，《卖火柴的小女孩》是对一个花季少女纯洁灵魂的摧残，这个可怜的女孩连最起码的温饱都失去的一瞬间，仍然保持着对美好情境的向往，这或许就是人性的本真所在，而作家安徒生恰恰是把这个弱小生命的凄苦和悲惨命运与她对美好情境的向往与破灭叠化在一起描写的，这增强了人物形象的艺术感染力。
文章这样描写到“两腮通红，嘴上带着微笑”，在幻景中看到过“温暖的大火炉、喷香的烤鹅、美丽的圣诞树，慈爱的奶奶”，在幻想中和奶奶一起飞向天国去寻找那“没有寒冷，没有饥饿，也没有痛苦”的生活。作者把小女孩美丽的幻景与她面临的冷酷的现实叠化在一起描写，对罪恶的资本主义社会进行了无情的鞭笞。
小女孩奶奶的离世，妈妈的病重，让她在生活上变得孤苦无依，为了给生病的母亲买药，她选择在家庭大团圆的时刻走到街头卖火柴，她唯一的想法是把火柴卖出去，妈妈才能治病，可是在当时来讲，一盒火柴的价值是多少，能换取药品的机会是多少，如果这些完全不对等，那她在圣诞节扔下母亲跑出来，在寒冷的冬夜活活饿死的意义是什么？
也许像大多数大人老生常谈的一样，只要这孩子表现出她的孝心就够了，她本来就没有能力赚取医药费，但，用生命表演的孝心，不会让人觉得正确，只是惋惜。另一方面，从路人的角度看，小女孩的存在的确是极为渺小。她的叫卖声有多大呢？和卖报声相比，入耳的概率有多大？我不能确定声音的大小，可我知道她一边卖火柴，一边羡慕着感受商店橱窗里节日的气氛，走走停停，想奶奶想母亲，几乎没有认真的想怎么才能把手里的火柴卖出去。
她希望得到别人的帮助，却没有用自己的方法吸引别人对她的注意，几盒火柴，代表着她获取生存的全部希望，现实是生存并没有那么简单，只要你高举双手，就会有人答应你的要求。就像生活中经常遇到的，他们对女孩说，你撒娇吧，撒娇别人会更喜欢你，更容易答应你的要求，这会屡试不爽吗？同样以正直和努力的心态存活在世界上的人，他们的辛苦不该被一句撒娇的话反击，我们敬佩用能力和想法改变自己的人，这样的人不因为年纪大小而有所区别。
小孩没有赚钱的能力，不代表没有吸引人的能力。那些又弱小又低调埋藏在人群中会被人发现的，只有剧本里会这么写。小孩拥有多少童真，就会被人喜爱和关注。假如故事这么写：卖火柴的小女孩在寒冷的圣诞夜走到街头，拿起手中的火柴在人群中叫卖，一段时间后，她发现几乎没有人对她手里的东西感兴趣，她想，是啊，谁会在街上买火柴呢，大家都会到集市的商店买吧。
她很沮丧，但她不能放弃，家里的母亲需要吃药才能治好病，而且自己也很饿了，慢慢的，她下定决心把火柴放回口袋，在人来人往的街上，唱起了妈妈每晚都为她唱的圣诞赞歌，歌声里充满了童真和希望，伴随着雪夜，照亮了整个世界，渐渐的，她的四周聚满了聆听她歌唱的人.......是啊，在这种时候，雪天没有了冷漠的人。
参考资料 ：百度百科-《卖火柴的小女孩》
卖火柴的小女孩《The little match-seller》
IT was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had any one given here even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.
天气非常非常冷，夜幕已降临，雪下得很大。这是旧年最后的一夜——除夕之夜。在寒冷和黑暗中，一个可怜的小女孩，光头赤脚仍在大街上徘徊。当她离家出门的时候，脚上的确穿着一双拖鞋的，但是那是一双相当大的拖鞋——的确太大了，那是她妈*。这可怜的小家伙在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。一只怎么也找不到了，另一只被一个小男孩抢跑了，并说等将来他有了孩子要为他做摇篮。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，一幅非常凄惨的景象。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，可她考虑不到这些。
Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year's eve- yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags.
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。街边一前一后坐落着两座房子，形成一个小墙角，她蜷缩在那里。她把一双小脚卷缩到身下，可还是不觉得暖和。她也不敢回家，因为她还没有卖掉一根火柴，没有挣到一个铜板，她的父亲一定会因此而打她；况且她家几乎和大街上一样冷。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屋里来。
Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out-"scratch!" how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament.
她那双小手都快冻僵了。啊！如果她能从这捆火柴中取出一根，在墙上划着了就会好一些，也就可以暖手。于是她抽出了一根。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，好像一根小蜡烛。多美的光啊。小姑娘觉得自己象坐在一个大火炉旁边，铁炉镶有铮亮的黄铜花边和底座。
How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
火烧得多么旺啊！小姑娘刚刚伸出她的一双脚，打算在这么好的火前暖一下的时候，哎呀！火焰忽然熄灭了！火炉也不见了。她只剩下手里捏着那烧过的火柴。
She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its *, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.
她又在墙上擦着一根火柴。火柴燃起来发出了明亮的光。墙上被火光照着的地方，忽然变得透明，象一块薄纱，小女孩可以看到房间内东西。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。更美妙的是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。
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
她又在墙上擦着一根火柴。火柴燃起来发出了明亮的光。墙上被火光照着的地方，忽然变得透明，象一块薄纱，小女孩可以看到房间内东西。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。更美妙的是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。
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. "Some one is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
然而圣诞树上的烛光越升越高，直到在她的眼中成了天上的星星。这时，有一颗落下来，在它后面划出一道长长的火丝。“一定有人要死了。”小姑娘想。因为她的老祖母——一个已故去的唯一疼爱她的人，曾经告诉过她，一旦天上落下一颗星，就有一个灵魂回到上帝那里去了。
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
她又在墙上擦了一根火柴，火光把她四周照亮了。她的老祖母就出现在那在亮光里，清晰而又明亮。她看起来依然是那么的慈爱和温和。“奶奶！”小家伙叫起来，“啊！把我带走吧！我知道这火柴一熄灭，你就会象温暖的炉火，香喷喷的烤鹅，美丽的大圣诞树一样不见的！”她急忙把剩下的一束火柴都擦着了，因为她希望能留住祖母。这束火柴发出强烈的光芒，照得比白天还要亮。祖母从来没有象现在这样显得这么高大、这么美丽。她把小姑娘抱起来，搂在怀里。她们俩在光明和快乐飞走了，越飞越高，飞到既没有寒冷，又没有饥饿和痛苦的地方，因为她们来到了极乐世界。
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. "She tried to warm herself," said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.
寒冷的早晨，一个可怜的双颊苍白却面带微笑的小姑娘，蜷缩在墙角里。她已经在旧年的除夕冻死了。新年的太阳升起来了，照在她那小小的身体上！她一动也不动地僵坐在那里，手中还捏着火柴，其中一捆已经完全烧光了。“她是想把自己暖一下呀！”一些人说道。然而却没有人知道，在新年里，她曾看到过多么美妙的东西，并和祖母一起去往了怎样美好的地方。 （完）
The Little Match-Girl
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 whilst1 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!
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 savoir of roast goose reached her from several houses； it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.
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！
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 *, 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。
She kindled a third match. Again shot up the flame； and now she was sitting under a most beautiful Christmas tree ,far larger, and far more prettily decked out, than the one she had seen last Christmas eve through the glass doors of the rich merchant's house. Hundreds of wax-tapers lighted up the green branches, and tiny painted figures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down from the tree upon her. The child stretched out her hands towards them in delight, and in that moment the lights of the match warm quenched； still, however, the Christmas candles burned higher and higher， she beheld them beaming like stars in heaven； one of them fell, the lights streaming behind it like a long, fiery tail.
她擦着了第三根火柴，又冒出了火焰。现在她觉得正坐在非常美丽的圣诞树下面，比上次圣诞节透过那富商家的玻璃门看到的那株还要大、还要美。这株树的绿枝上点燃着许许多多的蜡烛，颜色瑰丽的图画，就象橱窗里挂着的那些一样漂亮，仿佛在向她眨眼。小姑娘把两只手伸过去，火柴又熄灭了。然而圣诞树上的烛光越升越高。她看到它们变成了明亮的星星，有一颗落下来，在天上划出一道长长的火丝。
“Now some one is dying,” said the little girl, softly, for she had been told by her old grandmother， the only person who had ever been kind to her, and who was now dead that whenever a star falls an immortal spirit returns to the God who gave it.
She struck yet another match against the wall； it flamed up, and surrounded by its light, appeared before her that same dear grandmother, gentle and loving as always, but bright and happy as she had never looked during her lifetime.
“现在又有一个什么人死了。”小姑娘说。因为她的老祖母——一个唯一待她好的人，现在已经死了，曾经告诉过她，天上落下一颗星，地上就有一个灵魂回到曾赋于他生命的上帝那里去。
她在墙上又擦了一根火柴，火光把四周照亮了。在亮光里，亲爱的和生前一样的祖母出现了。她依然是那么的慈爱和温和，然而那快活和幸福的样子却是她生前从未有过的。
“Grandmother!” exclaimed the child, “oh, take me with you! I know thou1 wilt2leave me as soon as the match goes out， thou wilt vanish like warm fire in the stove, like the splendid New Year's feast, like the beautiful large Christmas tree!” and she hastily lighted all the remaining matches in the bundle, last her grandmother should disappear. And the matches burned with such a blaze of splendor, that noon day could scarcely have been brighter. Never had the good old grandmother looked so tall and stately, so beautiful and kind； she took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew together-higher, till they were in that place where neither cold, nor hunger, nor pain, is ever known， they were in paradise.
“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。祖母从来没有象现在这样显得高大、美丽和亲切。她把小姑娘抱起来，搂在怀里。她们俩在光明和快乐飞走了，越飞越高，飞到既没有寒冷，又没有饥饿和忧愁的地方——那就是极乐世界。
But in the cold morning hour, crouching in the corner of the wall, the poor little girl was found：her cheeks glowing, her lips smiling， frozen to death on the last night of the old Year. The New Year's sun shone on the lifeless child； motionless she sat there with the matches in her lap, one bundle of them quite burnt out.
“She has been trying to warm herself, poor thing!” the people said， but no one knew of the sweet visions she had beheld, or how gloriously she and her grandmother were celebrating their New Year's festival.
直到寒冷的早晨，人们发现一个可怜的小姑娘蜷缩在墙角里，她双颊通红，嘴唇上带着微笑，她已经在旧年的除夕冻死了。新年的太阳升起来了，照在她那小小的身体上！她一动也不动地坐在那里，手中还捏着火柴，其中一捆已经完全烧光了。
“可怜的孩子！她是想把自己暖一下呀！”然而却没有人知道，她曾看到过多么美妙的东西，她曾多么快乐地跟祖母在一起欢度新年佳节！
