I'm the owner of a shop. Today is Christmas Day. It was a slow day, and the customers who usually came for Christmas treats hadn't shown up yet. The snowflakes danced outside the shop window,I was going to sweep them away.
However, what came into my sight and attracted me was a little girl who sells matches,huddled near my shop door, with her blue hands clutching a bundle of matches. She looked so cold that she couldn't act as normal. Her golden hair stuck out from under a torn hat, like a sunbeam in the darkness.
For hours, she stayed there, shivering and silent. People walked by, some casting angry glances at her for blocking their path. I watched her strike a match to warm herself, and the light illuminated her face for a moment. She smiled, then the flame went out, leaving her alone again. I don't know why she smiled; maybe it was the warmth of the match.
When the church bells rang midnight, I saw her strike another match. This time, I found that she stretched her both hands to hug something. The girl's face lit up with joy, and she burned all her matches to keep the vision alive. Her behavior was so strange that I couldn’t understand it
It was already late at night, and I went back after sweeping the snowflakes in front of the door. I thought she would go back to her own home after a while. Unexpectedly, on the second day, she was still there and her eyes closed forever with the matches in her hand scattered all over the ground, and a happy smile on her face. I think she should still be happy when she left.