《卖火柴的小女孩》英语童话绘本故事
Oh, how can I do? I have still so many matches！Father will not let me go home if I haven’t sold even one match. How can I do?
Oh, no, no !
Don’t waste the time. Let’s
go
Matches! Matches! Oh, please buy some…
Oh, what a cold day! Matches…，matches…， who wants some matches? Sir, would you buy some matches?
The last match lights went out. The girl, together with her granny, was flying away…
on the heaven, Father God received the prayer for the poor girl from the kids. He was moved.
among her own family. She felt so warm and happy. She was just y to
have the delicious chicken when the blaze went out again. And all vanished just like before.
When a star falls, a soul is
going up to God!
Granny, granny, Take me away! Please! Take me away. I’m so cold, so hungry, so lonely. I need you. I need you desperately. Take me to a place where there is no more cold, no more hungry, no more sad. For you are with me. For the God is with us. Take me away!
A little star fell by. She took out all the matches and struck them all. She hastily struck a whole bundle of matches. And her old grandma appeared.
Granny?
The bright match light Brightened the girl’s face
and warmed her heart. In the wonderful moment, she began to dream. And now she was in front of a
big stove.
Oh, I’m so lonely. I’m so cold. I’m so hungry. No one cares about me. No one want my matches. Oh…
The girl pulled one match out and struck it on the wall.
By Megan to make 7/18/2015
on the street, snowing, windy and dark.
It was Christmas Eve, a cold dark evening.
There was coming a little poor girl. She was so cold and hungry. But she had to stay on the street. She had to sell the matches.
She stretched out her feet. Just then, the blaze went out. And the stove vanished. She struck a new match, and something wonderful happened. This time she was
The little match girl showed. She was cold. She was walking on the street with a pair of big slippers.
The girl felt so cold and hungry. She came to a corner in the street and sat down.
卖火柴的小女孩（英文版）
卖火柴的小女孩（英文版）Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street. It was New Year's Eve and the snowed streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year. But the poor little match seller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold. If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste! Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little matchseller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its light a big brightly burning stove.She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body. After hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time, the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the plates, the little matchseller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing: in just a few seconds she had caught a glimpse of everything that life had denied her: warmth and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears and she lifted her gaze to the litwindows, praying that she too might know a little of such happiness.She lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinsel and coloured balls. "Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little matchseller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out. The light from the Christmas candles rose higher and higher, then one of the lights fell, leaving a trail behind it. "Someone is dying," murmured the little girl, as she remembered her beloved Granny who used to say: "When a star falls, a heart stops beating!" Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little matchseller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother. A cold day dawned and a pale sun shone on the fountain and the icy road. Close by lay the lifeless body of a little girl surrounded by spent matches. "Poor little thing!" exclaimed the passersby. "She was trying to keep warm。
英语故事卖火柴的小女孩
英语故事卖火柴的小女孩The Little Match GirlOnce upon a time, in a cold winter's night, a little girl was walking alone on the streets of a big city. She wore a thin dress and her feet were bare, but she didn't feel the cold. In fact, she felt warm because she had matches in her pocket.As she walked, she heard people exchanging greetings and wished that someone would notice her too. However, nobody paid attention to her, and she continued walking until she found a spot near a street corner.There, the little girl decided to light one of the matches in her pocket. As it burned, it illuminated her face and gave her some warmth. Soon, she lit another match, and then another, creating a warm glow around her.As she sat there with the matches lighting up her face, the little girl began to daydream about being in a warm place with her loved ones. She imagined sitting by a fireplace with her grandmother, eating delicious food, and feeling safe and happy.However, the matches soon burned out, and the little girl was left in the dark once more. She tried to light anothermatch, but it wouldn't catch fire anymore. Feeling hopeless and alone, the little girl huddled against the wall, trying to stay warm.In the morning, when people started to fill the streets, they saw the little girl still huddled against the wall, now frozen in the cold. They knew she had passed away during the night, and some of them felt sadness for her.From that day on, whenever anyone thought of the little match girl, they felt grateful for their own warmth and happiness, knowing that not everyone was as fortunate.。
卖火柴的小女孩英文故事
卖火柴的小女孩英文故事《卖火柴的小女孩》是丹麦童话故事作家安徒生的一轿告篇的童话故事。
下面让我们一起欣赏下英文版。
lt was dreadfully cold, it was snowing fast, and almost dark；the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets.When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her；indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother, and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road, to get out of the way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found, the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.So the little girl now walked on, her bare feet quite red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought anyof them the live long day；no one had given her a single penny.Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow: poor little childThe snow-flakes fell on her long, fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders；but she thought not of her own beauty, or of the cold.Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses；尺郑it was New Year's eve, and it was of this that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected beyond the other. She sat down, drawing her little feet close under her, but in vain, she could not warm them.She dared not go home, she had sold no matches, earned not a single penny, and perhaps her father would beat her，besides her home was almost as cold as the street，it was an attic；and although the larger of the many chinks in the roof were stopped up with straw and rags.the wind and snow often penetrated through. Her hands were nearly dead with cold；one little match from her bundle would warm them. Perhaps, if she dared light it, she drew one out, and struck it against the wall, bravo!it was a bright, warm flame, and she held her hands over it. It was quite an illumination for that poor little girl；nay,1 call it rather a magic taper, for it seemed to her as though she was sitting before a large iron-stove with brass ornaments, so beautifully blazed the fire within!The child stretched out her feet to warm them also；alas, in an instant the flame had died away, the stove vanished, the little girl sat cold and comfortless, with the burnt match in her hand.A second match was struck against the wall；it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within.She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishes；the roast goose stuffed with applesand dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to see；the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.知识拓展译文：天气非常非常冷，雪下得很大，夜幕已降临。
【中英双语】卖火柴的小女孩(中英双语)
THE LITTLE MATCH GIRLMost terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, drawit against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, asshe held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire."Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love."Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roastgoose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.卖火柴的小女孩天气冷得可怕。
安徒生童话故事第39篇：卖火柴的小女孩TheLittleMatch-Seller
安徒生童话故事第39篇：卖火柴的小女孩TheLittleMatch-Seller引导语：卖火柴的小女孩这篇安徒生的童话故事，大家是否很熟悉了呢?下面就是小编整理的中英文版本，欢迎大家阅读!天气冷得可怕。
正在下雪，黑暗的夜幕开始垂下来了。
这是这年最后的一夜——新年的前夕。
在这样的寒冷和黑暗中，有一个光头赤脚的小女孩正在街上走着。
是的，她离开家的时候还穿着一双拖鞋，但那又有什么用呢?那是一双非常大的拖鞋——那么大，最近她妈妈一直在穿着。
当她匆忙地越过街道的时候，两辆马车飞奔着闯过来，弄得小姑娘把鞋跑落了。
有一只她怎样也寻不到，另一只又被一个男孩子捡起来，拿着逃走了。
男孩子还说，等他将来有孩子的时候，可以把它当做一个摇篮来使用。
现在小姑娘只好赤着一双小脚走。
小脚已经冻得发红发青了。
她有许多火柴包在一个旧围裙里;她手中还拿着一扎。
这一整天谁也没有向她买过一根;谁也没有给她一个铜板。
可怜的小姑娘!她又饿又冻得向前走，简直是一幅愁苦的画面。
雪花落到她金黄的长头发上——它卷曲地散落在她的.肩上，看上去非常美丽。
不过她并没有想到自己漂亮。
所有的窗子都射出光来，街上飘着一股烤鹅肉①的香味。
的确，这是除夕。
她在想这件事情。
那儿有两座房子，其中一座房子比另一座更向街心伸出一点，她便在这个墙角里坐下来，缩作一团。
她把一双小脚也缩进来，不过她感到更冷。
她不敢回家里去，因为她没有卖掉一根火柴，没有赚到一个铜板。
她的父亲一定会打她，而且家里也是很冷的，因为他们头上只有一个可以灌进风来的屋顶，虽然最大的裂口已经用草和破布堵住了。
她的一双小手几乎冻僵了。
唉!哪怕一根小火柴对她也是有好处的。
只要她敢抽出一根来，在墙上擦着了，就可以暖暖手!最后她抽出一根来了。
哧!它燃起来了，冒出火光来了!当她把手覆在上面的时候，它便变成了一朵温暖、光明的火焰，像是一根小小的蜡烛。
这是一道美丽的小光!小姑娘觉得真像坐在一个铁火炉旁边一样：它有光亮的黄铜圆捏手和黄铜炉身，火烧得那么欢，那么暖，那么美!唉，这是怎么一回事儿?当小姑娘刚刚伸出一双脚，打算暖一暖脚的时候，火焰就忽然熄灭了!火炉也不见了。
卖火柴的小女孩的英语故事
卖火柴的小女孩的英语故事《卖火柴的小女孩》是一篇经典的童话故事，以下是它的英语版本：In a cold and gray New Year"s Eve, a little girl was wandering in the streets selling matches. Her shoes were worn out and her clothes were too thin for such a harsh winter. Nobody had bought anything from her all day long, so she had no money to bring home to her abusive father.The little girl found an empty corner and sat down to rest. She took out a match and struck it against the wall. The flame warmed up her hands and illuminated her surroundings. Suddenly, she saw a beautiful Christmas tree standing before her, with candles and decorations all over it. She tried to touch it, but the vision disappeared when the match went out.As she lit another match, she saw her beloved grandmother who had passed away a year ago. Her grandmother took her by the hand and led her to heaven where they lived happily together. When the match went out, the little girl lit another one and saw a feast of roasted goose and delicious food before her. But then the match went out again, and the warm vision vanished. The little girl felt colder than ever before, so she lit all the matches she had left, hoping they would keep her warm.In the light of the last match, she saw her grandmother again, more beautiful and radiant than ever before. The grandmother hugged her and took her to heaven once again. The little girl never came back.The next morning, people found the little girl frozen to death in that corner of the street. But on her face, there was a peaceful smile.。
少儿英语童话故事：卖火柴的小女孩
少儿英语童话故事：卖火柴的小女孩The Little Girl Selling MatchesOne Christmas night, it is very cold.In the cold and darkness, a girl is walking bare footed in the snow and wind.Her feet are pale and frozen.There are some matches in the pocket of her apron."Buy matches.Please buy matches!" The little girl cries in a faint voice which nobody hears as they hurry by.She doesn't sell any matches and no one gives her a copper coin.How poor the little girl is! She is cold and hungry and shivers onward with a pale face. Snowflakes fall onto her blond hair.There are lights at all the windows. The smell of roast goose is in the street.She bears the hunger and sits down in the corner of a wall, she curls herself up in the apron.The wind is getting stronger, the snow becomes a storm, she feels colder.However she dare not return home because she didn't sell one match, so she doesn't have a penny. If she goes back, her father will beat her. What't more, her house is also cold.Her little hands are almost frozen stiff.Oh! A matchstick is useful for her.The little girl takes out a match and strikes it on the wall. The match gives out a flame. When she puts her hand over it, becomes a warm and bright flame. She seems to be sitting near a stove. The flame is so nice and warm. When she wants to stretch out her feet to warm them, the flame goes out... also the stove disappears and she sits there with a matchstick.She strikes another. The part of the wall lit up by the flame become transparent, like a thin veil. She seems to see a table cloth covering the table in a room, where there are exquisite bowls, plates and a fragrantly roasted goose. Look! The goose has a knife and fork in its back. The goose is staggering towards her. Just then, the flame goes out and the thick wall is back in front of her.The little girl strikes the third match. Following the light, she seems to reach a Christmas tree, which is so big and nice. It is bigger and more beautiful than one she has seen in a rich man's house. The tree with thousands of candles and colorful pictures is blinking at her. She holds out her hands but the match gose out. The candle lights go up and become bright stars. One of them falls down and a red ray of light streaks across the sky."Now someone will pass away." the little girl says. She still remembers what her grandma said when she was alive. She said："A soul will go to the heaven when a star falls down from the sky!"...小姑娘又擦亮一根火柴，它把四周都照亮了。
《卖火柴的小女孩》英语童话绘本故事
and warmed her heart. In the wonderful moment, she began to dream. And now she was in front of a
big stove.
When a star falls, a soul is
going up to God!
Granny, granny, Take me away! Please! Take me away. I’m so cold, so hungry, so lonely. I need you. I need you desperately. Take me to a place where there is no more cold, no more hungry, no more sad. For you are with me. For the God is with us. Take me away!
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By Megan to make 7/18/2015
on the street, snowing, windy and dark.
It was Christmas Eve, a cold dark evening.
There was coming a little poor girl. She was so cold and hungry. But she had to stay on the street. She had to sell the matches.
Merry Christmas, Sir, Madam. Do you want some matches? They’re cheap !
《卖火柴的小女孩》英语童话绘本故事
She stretched out her feet. Just then, the blaze went out. And the stove vanished. She struck a new match, and something wonderful happened. This time she was
among her own family. She felt so warm and happy. She was just ready to
have the delicious chicken when the blaze went out again. And all vanished just like before.
The little match girl showed. She was cold. She was walking on the street with a pair of big slippers.
The girl felt so cold and hungry. She came to a corner in the street and sat down.
The bright match light Brightened the girl’s face
and warmed her heart. In the wonderful moment, she began to dream. And now she was in front of a
big stove.
By Megan to make 7/18/2015
on the street, snowing, windy and dark.
It was Christmas Eve, a cold dark evening.
买火柴的小女孩英文故事
买火柴的小女孩英文故事The Little Match GirlAs the snow fell gently upon the city, a young girl walked the streets, her thin dress and worn shoes doing little to protect her from the biting cold. This was the Little Match Girl, a child whose life was a constant struggle to survive, yet whose spirit remained undimmed by the harsh realities she faced.The Little Match Girl had been sent out by her father to beg and sell matches, a task she dreaded but knew was necessary to bring in the meager coins that kept her family from starving. With each step, the bitter wind seemed to pierce her skin, and she longed for the warmth of a home and the comfort of a loving family.As she made her way through the bustling streets, the Little Match Girl could not help but gaze longingly at the well-lit windows of the nearby homes. She saw families gathered around the fire, laughing and sharing a meal, and her heart ached with a deep sense of longing. How she wished she could join them, to experience the simple joys of a warm meal and the companionship of loved ones.Determined to make the most of her meager earnings, the Little Match Girl struck a match, hoping to warm her frozen fingers and find solace in the flickering flame. As the match burned, she was transported to a world of her own imagination, where she saw a beautiful Christmas tree, its branches laden with shimmering ornaments and twinkling lights. The Little Girl's eyes widened in wonder, and for a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace and contentment.But the match soon burned out, leaving the Little Match Girl once again in the cold and darkness. Undeterred, she struck another match, and this time she saw a vision of a warm, cozy room, with a crackling fire and a table laden with a sumptuous feast. The Little Match Girl's mouth watered, and she could almost feel the warmth of the fire on her skin.As the second match burned out, the Little Match Girl felt a growing sense of desperation. She continued to strike match after match, each one revealing a new vision of comfort and joy that she so desperately craved. With each vision, her hope grew, but her fingers grew ever colder, and the wind seemed to bite deeper into her flesh.Finally, the Little Match Girl struck her last match, and in the flickering light, she saw a vision of her beloved grandmother, who had passed away long ago. The Little Girl's eyes filled with tears ofjoy, as she reached out to embrace the vision of her grandmother. In that moment, the Little Match Girl felt a warmth and comfort that she had never known, and she knew that she was not alone.As the final match burned out, the Little Match Girl's eyes closed, and she slipped into a deep sleep, her body succumbing to the bitter cold. But even in death, the Little Match Girl's spirit remained strong, for she had found the warmth and love she had so desperately sought in the visions of her imagination.The story of the Little Match Girl serves as a poignant reminder of the harsh realities that many children face, forced to endure a life of poverty and hardship. Yet, it also speaks to the resilience of the human spirit, and the power of imagination to provide comfort and solace in even the darkest of times. Through the Little Match Girl's journey, we are reminded of the importance of compassion, empathy, and a willingness to help those in need, for even the smallest act of kindness can make a world of difference.。