The little girl who sells matches has related poems??? 15

When the world departs from me.

You don't want to stay either.

Just pick a black tulip.

Plugged in the windowsill where the sun shines through.

I can definitely feel it.

When the world despised me.

You don't want any mercy either.

As long as your eyes cover everything.

The coming of the light may be 10,000 years.

I'm going to wait for it too.

Forget me.

You also pour a glass of spirits full of sorrow.

With alcohol evaporating my soul.

One day I will be able to come to heaven.

You'll find a match I've struck there.

When the world departs from me.

You don't want to stay either.

Just pick a black tulip.

Plugged in the windowsill where the sun shines through.

I can definitely feel it.

When the world despised me.

You don't want any mercy either.

As long as your eyes cover everything.

The coming of the light may be 10,000 years.

I'm going to wait for it too.

Forget me.

You also pour a glass of spirits full of sorrow.

With alcohol evaporating my soul.

One day I will be able to come to heaven.

You'll find a match I've struck there.

I'm going to live with you.

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.

Don't ask why.

Jingyi's mother gave me two cakes, and I quietly kept one. Don't ask why. Dad put a cotton coat on me, and I must not tear it out.

Don't ask why. My brother gave me a box of records, and I picked out the most beautiful night, don't ask why. At night I put them next to my bed and let Dream fly out of my bed.

Don't ask why. I'm going to give her a cake, a cotton coat, and a shelter from the wind and rain, and sing the most beautiful song there. Do you want to know who she is?

Please ask Grandpa Andersen, she is the young lady who sells matches.

After Su Zhe arrived in Leizhou, because he was not accustomed to the water and soil, he was not used to the living environment, and he was so thin that he was "a child servant with a wide hat" in only ten days. Hearing that his younger brother had lost weight, Su Shi wrote a poem to comfort him: "Haikang, don't drive what to do, the hat is wide and frightened; Looking at each other, they will be two immortals, and they will be able to ride the yellow bird when they return to their hometown."

Are you cold? I'll send you a warm sweater so you don't get cold anymore.

Are you hungry? I'll give you a fat roast goose so you don't go hungry anymore.

One day on Chinese New Year's Eve, a girl walks in winter. The matches were lit five times, first the stove, the roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, the grandmother, and finally died of the cold.

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will give you my padded jacket so that you will no longer be cold. I'll give you that roast duck so you don't go hungry anymore. I will buy you a Christmas tree to give to you so that you will no longer be lonely.

I will treat you as my dearest sister and let you no longer suffer.

Selling fire, poor little girl, cold and hungry, he polished the bright flame on the wall, like little candles, from this warm firelight, the little girl almost saw the little girl who loved his grandmother selling matches, walking on the cold street for hours, a pair of little hands were almost frozen, stiff, she wiped another match on the wall, this time the match illuminated all the surroundings, grandma out of the bright light is so gentle, so kind grandma the little girl cried up, listen to me take me away, I know that the match is extinguished, You will be gone, like the roast goose in the warm stove, and the beautiful Christmas tree, and she hastened to wipe a large match to keep her grandmother, and a large match gave out a strong light, shining like daytime, and after the light, they flew away in light and happiness, and flew higher and higher, to a place where there was no cold, no hunger, and no pain.

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will give you a cotton coat so that you will no longer be cold.

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

If I can come to you on that Chinese New Year's Eve, I will send you a Christmas song, 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 polish them and let you feel the brilliance of matches.

Who am I, you are going to ask? You must know, yes, she's Andersen's grandfather's "The Little Match Girl."

To Little Girl and Vanka:

You are tormented, and the match will always burn in your heart, never extinguished, nor dimmed, for the sake of your persistent pursuit.

You are beaten, you fantasize in your dreams, a good life, but the reality is so cruel, there is no happiness, only pain.

I'll tell you, he's a schoolboy.

Please come over quickly.

Chen Xinx, please come over quickly.

Because it is. It's a wonderful country.

Please come over quickly.

Because there is. There is a warm big family.

Please come over quickly.

Because that's going to be. A welcoming ceremony is to be held for you.

I'm going to take you to school.

and friends.

Learn together. Share together.

Please come over quickly.

As long as you want.

We will all be with you.

Be good friends.

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.

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.

I'll leave it to you.

When I was eating, I saw a chicken leg, I picked it up and put it on a plate, and I left it for you!

When I was shopping for a new dress, I saw a beautiful dress, I bought it, put it in a bag, and I left it to you!

When I was chatting with my family, I saw that there was still an empty seat on the sofa, I left it, waiting for you, I left it to you!

When I was getting ready to go to bed, I saw a pillow next to it, I picked it up, put it next to it, and I left it for you!

When I feel cold, see two hot water bottles, I leave one, fill it with hot water, I leave it to you!

When I was putting on my shoes, I saw a pair of shoes that fit you, I lifted it and put it next to the shoe cabinet, and I left it for you!

I'm going to leave you all that I have, so that you can feel warm, make you feel happy, make you feel happy, and see the light!

[Little poem] for a little girl who sells matches.

Your thin garments.

Can you put Christmas Eve.

The cold wind blocked. Your hungry gut.

Can once be roasted turkey.

Aroma tasting. Your thin arms.

How to be sick.

Mommy hugs. Your delicate shoulders.

How can it be broken?

Carry it tomorrow. Poor girl.

That last match.

Can it illuminate your way into heaven?

How to crack wifi password encryption on it.

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. My brother gave me a box of chips, and I chose the most beautiful night.

Don't ask why. At night, I put them next to the bedside and told Mengwen to fly out of my bed. Don't ask why.

I'm going to give him the cake. The cotton clothes gave him to protect him from the wind and snow.

Don't ask why.

He Wenjing's mother gave me two cakes, and I quietly kept one.

Don't ask why.

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

Don't ask why.

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

Don't ask why.

At night, I put them next to my bed,、、 I don't write.

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;

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 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;

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.

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!