Write a little poem to the little match girl

Mom gave me pocket money, and I wouldn't spend it indiscriminately; Daddy 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 is that? The brush of love paints a close friend and the whole world cares for you I want to draw a ray of sunshine that shines more than just that tattered garment I want to draw a bowl of rice that fills more than your stomach I want to draw a star that brightens your clear eyes and sees the care of the whole world for you The little match girl Lighter, lighter Don't wake up Matches with sweet dreams in a matchbox.

A match pillow with another match as a pillow Lighter, lighter like snowflakes and feathers Fall silently Don't let them hurt Because they're barefoot children Can't afford to wear flashy shoes Winter One foot is red and red and the other foot is green and green In a crowded matchbox A dozen matches are hugged tightly The friction between the left foot and the right foot is glowing enough Heat enough The wind is lighter The snow is lighter The snow is a little later Don't let the matches go out so quickly Then you won't be able to see the roast goose Shoes and the grandma who made shoes in heaven Okay, landlord, it's hard work to write this, I'm going to take my pocket money, and buy all her matches; I'm going to take a snack and give it to her to satisfy her hunger; I'm going to take a scarf and give her warmth. She was the little match girl.

There's a lot of that, there's a whole bunch of it on the Internet.

Don't ask, why is that?

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

Daddy put me in a cotton coat, and I don't want to tear it, and don't ask why.

My brother gave me a box of song discs, and I picked out the most beautiful page, and don't ask why.

At night, I put them at the head of the bed, and let Meng'er fly out of my bed, don't ask, what is this for?

I gave her cakes to eat, cotton clothes for her to protect herself from the snow, and sang the most beautiful songs together.

If you want to know who she is, please ask Grandpa Andersen, and she's the young lady who sells matches.

..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.

Don't ask, what is this for

Mom gave me two pieces of cake and I quietly kept one.

Don't ask, what is this for

Dad put a cotton coat on me, and I must not tear it out.

Don't ask, what is this for

My brother gave me a box of songs, and I left the most beautiful page.

Don't ask, what is this for

At night, I put them next to my bed and let Meng'er fly out of my bed.

Don't ask, what is this for

I'm going to give her a cake.

Give her a cotton coat to protect her from the wind and snow, and sing the most beautiful song together.

Do you want to know who she is?

Please ask Andersen's grandfather, she is the young lady who sells matches.

Liu Qianqian, a third-grade student at Dongfanghong Primary School in Chengguan, Echeng County, Hubei Province, China.

It was a cold winter night.

You walk alone on a deserted street.

Looking at the candlelit windows.

A glimmer of longing rose in my heart.

Who buys my matches, who buys my matches).

A voice of anticipation.

Reverberates in the icy streets.

On that cold winter night.

What a world you see.

Light a match lightly.

Dancing flames.

It turned out to be my mother's long-lost smiling face.

A trace of warmth crossed the bottom of my heart.

Light a match lightly.

In the shimmering shimmer.

A beautiful world beats.

A warm and beautiful world.

Who buys my matches, who buys my matches).

Who buys my matches, who buys my matches).

Mom gave me two pieces of cake and I quietly kept one.

Don't ask, what is this for

Dad put a cotton coat on me, and I must not tear it out.

Don't ask, what is this for

My brother gave me a box of songs, and I chose the most beautiful page.

Don't ask, what is this for

At night, I put them next to my bed and let Meng'er fly out of my bed.

Don't ask, what is this for

I'm going to give her a cake to eat and a cotton coat for her to protect her from the snow.

Sing the most beautiful song together.

Do you want to know who she is?

Ask Grandpa Hans Christian Andersen

She is the young lady who sells matches, and my mother gives me pocket money, and I will not spend it indiscriminately;

Daddy 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 is that?

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

I'm going to take a snack and give it to her to satisfy her hunger;

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

She was the little match girl.

Mom gave me pocket money, and I wouldn't spend it indiscriminately;

Daddy 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 is that?

Brushes of love. Draw a bosom friend.

It also depicts the care of the whole world for you.

I want to draw a ray of sunshine.

It's not just the rags that shine.

I want to draw a bowl of rice.

It's not just your belly that fills up.

I want to draw a star.

Brighten your clear eyes.

See yes. The whole world cares for you.

Little girl selling matches.

A little lighter, a little lighter.

Don't wake up with sweet dreams in a matchbox.

Match. A match.

Pillow another match as a pillow.

A little lighter, a little lighter.

Like snowflakes and feathers, it falls silently.

Don't let them hurt the scene.

Because they are all barefoot children.

Can't afford to wear flashy and delicate shoes.

In winter, one foot is frozen red.

The other foot is frozen green.

In a crowded matchbox.

A dozen matches hugged tightly.

Rubbing of the left and right feet.

Enough to glow and enough to heat.

The wind is lighter. The snow is a little lighter, and it lands a little later.

Don't let the matches go out so quickly.

Then you won't be able to see the roast goose shoes.

And grandma who made shoes in heaven.

Okay, landlord, it's hard to write this

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.

Come to us, little girl, poor little girl, miserable little girl, who wants warmth but only cold; You want to get food but you only have hunger; I want to be happy, but I only have pain; I wanted to be cared for but was shattered by reality. Poor little girl, miserable little girl, come to us, and we will share food with you to free you from hunger; Come to us, we will share the joy with you and make you forget the pain; Come to us, we will all care about you. Come on, little girl!

You, not a girl who no one loves you;

You are not an "orphan";

You, not a girl with no one to sympathize with;

You, not a girl who only grandma loves you.

Because I see you, I will love you well;

Because I have seen you, I will come to know you;

Because I see you, I will go and have compassion on you;

Because I see you, I'm going to love you.

The reason why I want to be nice to you is because Grandpa Hans Christian Andersen told me:

You're the poor little match girl.

Whoever buys matches, a box of yuan, gives a movie ticket.

Write the title yourself!! It should work

You, not a girl who no one loves you;

You are not an "orphan";

You, not a girl with no one to sympathize with;

You, not a girl who only grandma loves you.

Because I see you, I will love you well;

Because I have seen you, I will come to know you;

Because I see you, I will go and have compassion on you;

Because I see you, I'm going to love you.

The reason why I want to be nice to you is because Grandpa Hans Christian Andersen told me:

You're the poor little match girl.

If you buy a match, come over quickly, 10,000 yuan a piece.

Little match girl, I want to say to you, you walk barefoot on the road on Chinese New Year's Eve, if I am by your side, I will give you warm clothes, comfortable shoes, don't refuse, you are cold.

The little match girl, I want to say to you, while others are celebrating the holiday.

You're hungry and huddled by the wall, if I'm by your side I'll give you all my snacks, don't say no, you're hungry.

Little match girl, I want to say to you, when others are reunited with their families, you sit alone by the wall, if I am by your side, I will play games with you, don't refuse, you are lonely.

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.

"Don't ask, why is this" My mother gave me two cakes, and I quietly kept one. Don't ask, why is that? Dad put a cotton coat on me, and I must not tear it out.

Don't ask, why is that? My brother gave me a box of records, and I picked out the most beautiful page. Don't ask, why is that?

At night, I put them next to my bed and let Meng'er fly out of my bed. Don't ask, why is that? I'm going to give her a cake, I'm going to give her a padded coat to protect her from the snow, and I'm going to sing that most beautiful song together.

Do you want to know who she is? Please ask Andersen's grandfather, she is the young lady who sells matches.

This is good, but it's a copy.