Write a poem for a little match girl

..Walk in the cold and snowy night sky.

Selling matches to feed my dreams.

Step by step frozen, step by step lonely.

The cold of human affection froze my hands.

A pack of matches burned my heart.

The cold night can't stop the way.

The wind pierced my face, and the snow cut my mouth.

How long can you walk with your feet.

Somebody is going to buy my matches.

Who will ignite all the hopes?

Someone is going to buy my loneliness.

Who is there to fulfill my call to home.

Each time a match is lit with a faint glow.

Seeing Hopes, Seeing Dreams.

I saw my mother in heaven speak.

She said you have to be brave, you have to be strong.

Don't be afraid, don't panic.

So that you don't have to wander again.

Each time a match is lit with a faint glow.

Seeing Hopes, Seeing Dreams.

I saw my mother in heaven speak.

She said you have to be brave, you have to be strong.

Don't be afraid, don't panic.

So that you don't have to wander again.

Mommy takes you by the hand and comes home.

Sleep in a paradise of warm flowers.

Heaven. Heaven.

Whenever. Every night, as I quietly look at the night sky and count the stars, I can't help but think of the little match girl.

Whenever I go out to play, I can't help but look at every corner, because I always think of the little match girl.

Whenever I sit on the plane, I will look at the vast sky, where there is a happy heaven, right?

Because I thought of the little match girl again.

If you come to my house, I will treat you like a relative.

If you're hungry, I'll ask my mom to make something for you to eat so you don't feel hungry anymore.

If you are thirsty, I will give you a glass of water so that you don't feel thirsty anymore.

If you are sad, I will amuse you so that you don't feel sad anymore.

Come to me!

Play with me!

Laugh with me!

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will give you a cotton jacket, may it help you drive away the cold, bring you endless warmth, and accompany you through this cold night.

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will give you a fragrant roast goose to fill your stomach, so that you will no longer be hungry and cold, and you will taste its deliciousness.

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will give you a Christmas card, the Christmas card says my greetings to you, and I will sing Christmas songs with you, may you feel the joy of the holidays.

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will use my pocket money to buy all your matches, and polish them so that you can feel the brilliance of matches.

You want to ask me who she is? Guess what, you know, yes, she's the little match girl in Andersen's grandfather's pen.

Don't ask why.

Mom gave me two pieces of cake and I quietly kept one. Don't ask why.

Dad put a cotton coat on me, and I'm sure I won't tear it up. Don't ask, what is this for?

My brother gave me a box of song CDs, and I picked out the most beautiful page. Don't ask, what is this for?

At night, I put them next to the bedside and told Meng'er to fly out of my bed. Don't ask, what is this for?

I'm going to give her a cake to eat, I'm going to give her a cotton coat to protect her from the wind and snow, and I'm going to sing that most beautiful song together.

Do you want to know who she is? Ask Grandpa Hans Christian Andersen -- she's the young lady who sells matches.

My mother bought me two pairs of shoes, and I kept one pair, don't ask me, why is that?

My sister gives me a happy life, I'll give it to you, don't ask me why?

Grandpa, give 100 yuan, I will leave you 50 yuan, don't ask me why?

I'm going to take you to my school and make you happy, don't tell me why?

That's it – the little match girl. (Hope it helps).

My mother gave me pocket money, and I would not spend it indiscriminately;

Dad buys me snacks, and I won't waste them;

My aunt bought me a scarf and I wouldn't get dirty.

Don't ask why.

I'm going to take my pocket money and buy all her matches;

I'm going to hold a snack.

Give her to satisfy her hunger;

I'm going to take a scarf and give her warmth.

She was the little match girl.

Twenty years ago, I was.

Or one like you.

Innocent girl.

In the cold winter.

Read about your taste of a foreign land.

I also had one at that time.

Love my grandma.

While I'm crying.

Give me candy. Accompany me as a child.

I was lonely at that time and fantasized.

Find you one day.

Have fun together.

Now I'm lost in this cold city.

Childhood dreams. It's so far away.

If your child is happy to observe the process of discovery.

Before Christmas that year, I had no money on me, just a match, poor girl, my father's handiwork.

This is good, but it's a copy.