After reading "The Little Match Girl"
After reading the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl", I couldn't help but think deeply. I deeply sympathize with the tragic life of the little girl. All she has is fantasy, while everything I have is reality.
On Christmas night, the little girl was kicked out of the house by her father to sell matches. The little girl walked barefoot on the street, wearing only thin clothes... but no one stepped on her. The little girl was cold and hungry, so she had to light a match and imagined that she was sitting in front of a warm stove... Just when she was about to lean over, the match went out, and the warm feeling disappeared. And I have never tasted the feeling of being cold. I wear a cotton-padded jacket in winter, but where is the little girl? I was only wearing one or two pieces of clothing, and it was still snowing heavily.
The girl was very hungry. At this time, she wanted to eat something, but where was it? She lit another match. This time she imagined a beautiful room with a table filled with all kinds of delicious food. The little girl hurriedly reached out to grab it, but the match went out again, and the things suddenly disappeared. And I have never been bothered by the feeling of hunger, every meal is sumptuous! And at least two dishes and one soup!
So she struck another match. This time she saw a Christmas tree filled with small candles and Christmas gifts...but the match went out again and the Christmas tree disappeared. She has no joy, only pain. And I, who grew up in sweet water, would not be happy on any festival with my parents by my side! When I see the little girl’s father, I think about my parents. They work hard every day. They go out early and come back late to earn money to support the family, support my education, and train me to become a pillar of the motherland. My parents still worked hard and never complained, sometimes even not letting me do housework. They were obedient to me and never criticized me, let alone not letting me go home. On the contrary, coming home late can make them worry. Finally, in the strong light of the match, the little girl fantasized about meeting her only grandma who loved her, and she felt a little bit of warmth. Although she has a father and a mother, they cannot care for her. How pitiful the little girl is! As for me, my whole family takes great care of me!
As I thought about it, I seemed to see the little girl and her family sitting in a warm home, eating a delicious dinner.
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