Essay on the feelings of a little girl selling matches after reading

Today, we learned "The Little Match Girl", which mainly writes about selling matches barefoot on the side of the road on a Chinese New Year's Eve, but no one sells them, and freezes to death on the street.

Think about ourselves, every day we wear beautiful new clothes, eat hearty meals, and all kinds of snacks and toys, when we go to school, we sit in a spacious, bright and beautiful classroom, we don't know how to study hard, and we secretly make some small movements or talk to classmates in front and behind us when the teacher is not paying attention, we don't work hard, and the little girls who sell matches can't go to school, and we don't have rich meals. We really shouldn't.

I must study hard, and she must be like us, with a full stomach, warm clothes, and a schoolbag on her back to go to school happily. I think that while we sympathize with her, we should know how to cherish today's hard-won happy life!

After reading the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl", I couldn't help but ponder. I deeply sympathize with the miserable life of the little girl, what she has can only be fantasy, and what I have, everything 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 down the street, ...... wearing only thin clothesBut no one ever stepped on her. The little girl was cold and hungry, so she lit a match and imagined herself sitting in front of a warm stove ......Just as she was about to lean in, the match went out, and the warm feeling was gone.

And I've never tasted the cold. I wear a padded jacket in winter, but what about little girls? Only one or two clothes were on, and it was snowing heavily.

The girl was very hungry, and 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 full of all kinds of delicious food.

The little girl hurriedly reached out to grab it, and the matches went out again, and the things suddenly disappeared. And I, never bothered by the feeling of hunger, every meal was hearty! And at least two dishes and one soup!

So, she struck another match. This time she saw a Christmas ......tree full of small candles and Christmas presentsBut the matches went out again, and so did the Christmas tree. She has no joy, only pain.

And I, growing up in sweet water, which festival is not accompanied by parents to enjoy themselves! When I see the little girl's father, and think about my parents, they work hard every day, they work early and return late, earn money to support my family, provide me with education, and train me to become a pillar of the motherland. My parents still work hard, sometimes they don't even let me do housework, they are obedient to me, they never criticize, let alone let me go home.

On the contrary, coming home late can also make them worried. In the end, the little girl imagined seeing her only grandmother who loved her in the strong light of the match, and she felt a trace of warmth. Although she has a father and a mother, they can't give her care, how pitiful the little girl is!

As for me, the whole family cares for me in every way!

Thinking 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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