Question

卖火柴的小女孩英文翻译

Answer 1

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.

Answer 2

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

Answer 3

《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.

Answer 4

The Little Match-Seller
by
Hans Christian Andersen
(1846)

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 anyone given her 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.

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. 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. 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.

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.

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.

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. “Someone 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.

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.

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.
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Answer 5

It’s New Year’s Eve.
It was snowingheavily.
And the weatherwas terribly cold
Everybody wasgoing home
Except the littlematch girl
She was crying in the snow
“please buy some matches! please buy some matches!”
If she couldn’t sell all the matches
She would havenothing to eat
But nobody bought her matches
When she was crossing the road
A carriage came quickly toward her
“hi, look out danger ”
She was nearly hit by the carriage
The little girl fell onto the ground
Her slippers were thrown away
And matches spilled on the snow
An naughty boycame
Picked up her slipper and said
“good! They’re sobig! They can be my doll’s cradle! ”
Then he ran off with them
The little girl waswalking with bare feet
She stopped by a window with a bright light
“ah! How warm itis in the room!
How delicious thefood on the table is
How happy thefamily are!”

It got darker and darker.
And it snowed more heavily
But she hadn’t sold one match yet
She didn’t dare go home
She was afraid of her father
Her feet and hands were frozen
She tried to warm herself
So she took out one match
And struck it against the wall
It kindled and blazed
And warm flame appeared too
It was a warmstove
She held her hands happily overit
It was so nice, sowarm.
But soon, it disappeared and the match diedaway
Then a second match kindled andblazed
This time ,she saw much delicious food on the table
Apples,cakes,asweet-smelling goose
With a knife and afork in it.
She had never seen them before
Then the goose jumped down from the dish
And waddled to the poor girl
It was sointeresting
Then she struck a third match
This time
A beautifulChristmas tree appeared
Hundreds ofcandles lit up the green branches
“it’s sobeautiful!” the girl was so happy,
This Christmastree was much larger and brighter
Soon the light ofthe match quenched
However theChristmas candles burned brighter and higher
They were rising up and becamebeaming stars in the heavens
Suddenly one ofthe stars fell from the heaven
“A person will die ” the girl said to herself.
She thought her grandma’s words
“When a star fallsfrom the heaven, a person will die on the earth .” She quickly struckanothermatch
and this time herdear grandma appeared in the light “Grandma!” exclaimedthe girl.”Oh, take me with you , I know you ’ll leave me as soon as the matchgoes out!”
She wanted her grandmother tostay with her
She lit all theremaining matches
The old woman took the little girl
And they two began to fly in the light
Higher and highertill they reached the place
Where there was neither cold norhunger nor pain.

The next morning,the little girl was found dead in the snow.
Her lips were smiling and a bundle of burnt matches was in herhands.
“What a poor girl!She tried to warm herself !” the people said.
But no one knew what sweet moment she hadshared with her grandma and what nice visions she had seen.