Help! Extra points! What are the descriptions of the little girl's hallucination of striking a match five times in Lesson 14 of the second volume of the sixth grade Chinese language published by the

Help! Extra points! What are the descriptions of the little girl's hallucination of striking a match five times in Lesson 14 of the second volume of the sixth grade Chinese language published by the People's Education Press? Tell me about your experience.

1. The little girl felt like she was sitting in front of a big stove. The stove was equipped with shiny copper legs and brass handles. It was burning brightly and warm. How comfortable it was!

2. This time, she was sitting under the beautiful Christmas tree. This Christmas tree was bigger and more beautiful than the one she saw through the glass door of a wealthy merchant last Christmas. Thousands of bright candles were lit on the green branches, and many beautiful color pictures, just like those hanging in the shop windows, were blinking at her.

3. This time, the matches lit up the surrounding area. Grandma appeared in the light, so gentle and loving.

The gentle stove, the fragrant roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, the kind grandma flying away

Today, I read the article "The Little Match Girl" and was deeply moved. In my heart, that wonderful story always tells me: how happy I am. This article tells the tragic story of a little match girl selling matches on a cold New Year's Eve night. Although the weather was terribly cold and it was snowing heavily, the little girl was sitting on the ground with thin clothes and bare feet. She begged, hoping that someone would sell her matches. She lights a match, fantasizes about her happy moments with her grandmother, and ends up freezing to death on the street. It shows a little girl who pursues warmth and light. I was stunned when I read "This little girl was walking down the street with bare feet and head, wearing only... but no one stepped on her." It was snowing, and she walked barefoot; it was windy, and she was wearing thin and shabby clothes. Under the eaves, she held a few bare matches in her hands, sobbing in the cold wind, begging for the heart-wrenching words. The scene is unimaginable; those eyes of expectation and pleading, why doesn't anyone sincerely pity this little girl in the cold wind? Why is no one willing to squat down, buy a few matches, even just one, and give her a few copper coins, even just one! Thinking of this, I seemed to travel through time and space to that New Year's Eve, came to the little girl, bought half of her matches, gave her match money, and persuaded those passing by to buy her matches. matches. The little girl's seemingly lonely night became her harvest night. I play with her so that she can have as much food and clothing as we do, study together, play together, and enjoy our colorful childhood just like us. But all this is just our beautiful reverie. At this time, my eyes were blurred by tears. When I read: "She lit one match after another, imagining that she was with her grandmother, listening to her grandmother telling stories, laughing with her grandmother, eating roast duck together...living happily", I already Tears fell like rain. This is what she wants. She does not ask for adequate food and clothing to be a flower in the greenhouse. She hopes to be with her family and her grandmother, and live an ordinary and happy life. It can be seen that in her eyes, a happy life means laughing with her family, and living happily no matter how poor or miserable she is. In our economically developed and prosperous society, nothing could be more ordinary. We live in a bright and warm society and imagine the future. We have beautiful clothes and a good learning environment. It was a carefree life. But what about the little girl? She hopes to have a complete home! I was moved by the good wishes hidden in the little girl's heart. She once lived a happy life just like us. However, she doesn't even dare to go home now. Because if the strict father knew that the little girl had not sold a match or earned a copper, he would not let her go home. Poor she had to sit and wait all alone on the street and under the eaves, waiting for someone to buy her matches. Longing for warmth, food, love, happiness.