Write a few words to the little match girl ~ ~ ~

If you are hungry, you tell me and I will give you a chicken leg.

If you are thirsty, let me know and I will give you a bottle of coke.

If you are cold, you tell me and I will give you a coat.

If you feel hot, just tell me and I'll take you to Hawaii.

If you are lonely, you tell me, and I will read you Andersen's fairy tales, which is your dream paradise.

If you are tired of the noisy world, you tell me and I will take you to a quiet country where there is no noise of the city.

If you are depressed, if you are full of joy, if you live happily, anyway, I hope I can be by your side, which is my only hope. ...

Since I heard about you that day, there has been a warm current in my heart, but I don't know where it is going. I'm at a loss, I'm shocked, I pity. In another distant country, this is you. I look at me who lives a completely different life from you. Are we really people from two worlds?

The hateful capitalism that history occasionally breeds has harmed you who are not familiar with this world. I never thought I would be so rich, even in an underdeveloped socialist society. Now, I begin to pay attention to the world. When you are full of food and drink, when you are dressed in luxury, you think of someone. You, there are still people who haven't got it.

The most basic survival needs.

I don't think it makes sense. Whenever I look at the blue sky with us, the free clouds, the birds singing happily, the green grass and the flowers overflowing, I look around and want to see you. I have never been hallucinating, but I still hope you exist. Instead of leaving with my humble dream on a lonely and cold winter night. ...

Yes, that's right. Thousands of people have died under the hoof of history. But we will always look back at you with tears or pity. If history can repeat itself, I hope your country will enter socialism as soon as possible and enjoy the same blue sky with us.

At this time, I am silent, waiting for you, the little match girl.

^&； ^

Fanka's:

Poor Fanka:

Hello! How have you been recently? How is your health? Does the boss still hit you often?

My name is ((), and I am a child of (). I love reading, playing and singing, and live a carefree life every day. After reading your letter to grandpa, I know your misfortune and infinite pain. I feel deeply sorry for you. I hate that hateful boss as much as you do. I really want to put my wings on, fly to your place, give the whole class a good beating and give you the evil breath. Boss, he's not human. He is not even as good as a dog. I really feel sorry for you!

I live in China, a prosperous country with a vast territory and rich resources. From the map, it looks like a rooster. It doesn't look big, but China is very big. There are countless places of interest here: Guilin Mountain is picturesque, steep and green; Suoxi Jade is wild, Lushan Mountain is handsome, Taishan Mountain is respectful and Huangshan Mountain is expensive. ...

We live in a socialist country, where everyone is equal. We have implemented nine-year compulsory education. Saturday and Sunday are weekends. We can play for two days. If we want to go to a place, our parents or teachers will take us to play.

Fanka, I have some ideas. I don't know if you like it or not. I hope you can live in our sunny country. If you become a member of my family, my parents will treat you as a son and love you, and I will treat you as a brother, sharing weal and woe, eating delicious food and playing together. Here, you will know what true happiness is. If you don't want to, if you are still at the boss's house, I hope you can live strong. If the boss hits you and scolds you, you have to put up with it. I believe that God will not close one door, but he will open another. Only by learning the skill of making shoes well can your life turn around and you can leave this dark city. God bless you.