朗读：The Little Match Girl

The Little Match Girl The little match girl was out in a snowstorm. Her feet were like ice cubes and her fingertips had frostbite. She hadn't sold any matches since daybreak, and she had a stomachache from the hunger pangs, but her stepmother would beat her with a broomstick if she came home with an empty coin purse. Looking into the bright living rooms, she saw Christmas trees and warm fireplaces. Out on the snowbank, she lit a match and saw the image of a grand dinner table of food before her. As the matchstick burned, the illusion slowly faded. She lit another one and saw a room full of happy family members. On the last match, her grandmother came down and carried her home. In the morning, the passer*****y saw the little match girl. She had frozen during the nighttime, but she had a smile on her face.