On New Year's Eve, the weather was cold, with a bare-headed girl, barefooted, hungry stomach anxiously selling matches in the dark. The little matchmaker lost her mother and lost her loved one especially her grandmother. I did not dare to go home because I was afraid my father would beat me. Cold and hungry, the little girl sat nestled in a corner of the wall and lightly struck a match to warm it up. The first match made me feel as warm as sitting by the fireplace. I quickly struck the second match, I saw a large dining table appear. Then I struck a third match and saw the Christmas tree. Fourth match match: Your gentle grandmother appears so beautiful, so close and so kind. But the illusion quickly faded away after the match of the match. I rushed to wipe all the matches to hold my grandmother. The little matchbox girl died in the freezing cold when she dreamed of flying with her grandmother.
That's over!!!