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是卖火柴小女孩梗。讲了一个卖火柴的小女孩在富人合家欢乐，举杯共庆的大年夜冻死在街头的故事，小女孩死了嘴角却带主着微笑通过擦燃火柴的美好幻想与她饥寒交迫的现实生活形成了鲜明的对比。

安徒生通过这个童话表达了对穷苦人民悲惨遭遇的深刻同情，和对当时社会的不满，无情地揭示了资本主义社会的黑暗和罪恶，出自郭敬明的梦里花落知多少，一个**叫火柴她自我介绍时就调侃说自己是卖女孩的小火柴。

解说：

是卖吧我记得是梦里花落知多少的一个人物，是个组织****的然后绰号叫小火柴，卖火柴的梗是来自童话卖火柴的小女孩她是一个穷人家的孩子在圣诞节天很冷的晚上去卖火柴，点燃一根火柴小女孩仿佛看到了温暖看到了光明。

看到了有很多好吃的那只是幻想小女孩又冷又饿冻死在圣诞节的晚上，所以我们要珍惜现在幸福的生活，这个梗是借助卖火柴的小女孩童话故事延伸出来的有一定的嘲讽意义把火柴换成核弹，更深刻的讽刺了现实中罪恶和丑陋行为的憎恨，让他们都没有好下场。

这是一年的*后一天－－除夕，正在下雪，天气冷得可怕。

一个卖火柴的小女孩在街上走着，她的衣服又旧又破，脚上穿着一双妈妈的大拖鞋。她的口袋里装着许多盒火柴，一路上不住口地叫着：“卖火柴呀，卖火柴呀！”人们都在买节日的食品和礼物，有谁会理她呢？

中午了，她一根火柴也没卖掉，谁也没有给她一个铜板。

她走着走着，在一幢楼房的窗前停下了，室内的情景吸引住了她。哟，屋里的圣诞树多美呀，那两个孩子手里的糖果纸真漂亮。

看着人家幸福的情景，小女孩想到了生病的妈妈和死去的奶奶，伤心地哭了。哭有什么用呢？小女孩擦干眼泪，继续向前走去。

“卖火柴呀，卖火柴呀！叔叔，阿姨，买一些火柴吧！”

可是，人们买完节日礼物，都匆匆地回家去，谁也没有听到她的叫卖声。雪花落在她金**的长头发上，看上去是那么美丽，可谁也没有注意到她。

小女孩走着走着，一辆马车飞奔过来，她吓得赶快逃开，大拖鞋跑掉了。马车过去后，她赶紧找鞋。那是妈妈的拖鞋呀，妈妈还躺在**呢。可是，一只找不到了，另一只又被一个男孩当足球踢走了。小女孩只好光着脚走路，寒冷的雪将她的小脚冻得又红又肿。

天渐渐黑了，街上的行人越来越少，*后只剩下小女孩一个人了。街边的房子里都亮起了灯光，窗子里还传出了笑声。食品铺里飘出了烤鹅的香味，小女孩饿得肚子咕股直叫。小女孩好想回家，可是没卖掉一根火柴，她那什么钱去给妈妈买*呢？

雪越下越大，街上像铺了一层厚厚的白地毯。

小女孩一整天没吃没喝，实在走不动了，她在一个墙角里坐下来。她用小手搓着又红又肿的小脚，一会儿，小手也冻僵了。真冷啊，要是点燃一根小小的火柴，也可以暖暖身子呀。

她终于抽出了一根火柴，在墙上一擦，哧！小小的火苗冒了出来。小女孩把手放在火苗上面，小小的火光多么美丽，多么温暖呀！她仿佛觉得自己坐在火炉旁，那里面火烧得多旺啊。小女孩刚想伸出脚暖和一下，火苗熄灭了，火炉不见了，只剩下烧过的火柴梗。

她又擦了一根，哧！火苗有窜了出来，发出亮亮的光。墙被照亮了，变得透明了，她仿佛看见了房间里的东西。桌上铺着雪白的台布，上面放满了各种各样好吃的东西。一只烧鹅突然从盘子里跳出来，背上插着刀叉，摇摇晃晃地向她走来。几只大面包也从桌上跳下来，一个个像士兵一样排着队向她走来。就在这时，火柴又熄灭了，她面前只剩下一面又黑又冷的墙。

小女孩舍不得擦火柴了，可她冻得浑身直抖。她又擦了一根，吃！一朵光明的火焰花开了出来。哗！多么美丽的圣诞树呀，这是她见过的*大*美的圣诞树。圣诞树上挂着许多彩色的圣诞卡，那上面画有各种各样的美丽图画。树上还点着几千支蜡烛，一闪一闪地好像星星在向她眨眼问好。小姑娘把手伸过去，唉，火柴又熄灭了，周围又是一片漆黑。

小姑娘又擦了一根火柴，她看到一片烛光升了起来，变成了一颗颗明亮的星星。有一颗星星落下来了，在天上划出一条长长的火丝。所有的星星也跟着落下来了，就像彩虹一样从天上一直挂到地上。

小女孩又擦亮一根火柴，火光把四周照得通量，奶奶在火光中出现了。奶奶朝着她微笑着，那么温柔，那么慈祥。

“奶奶－－”小女孩激动得热泪盈眶，扑进了奶奶的怀抱。

“奶奶，请把我带走吧，我知道，火柴一熄灭，你就会不见了！”小女孩把手里的火柴一根接一根地擦亮，因为她非常想把奶奶留下来。这些火柴发出强烈的光芒，照得比白天还要亮。奶奶从来也没有像现在这样美丽和高大。奶奶把小女孩抱起来，搂在怀里。

她们两人在光明和快乐中飞起来了。她们越飞越高，飞到没有寒冷，没有饥饿的天堂里去，和上帝在一起。

火柴熄灭了，四周一片漆黑，小姑娘幸福地闭上了眼睛。

新年早晨，雪停了，风小了，太阳升起来了，照得大地金灿灿的。大人们来到街上，大家祝贺着新年快乐。小孩们着新衣，愉快地打着雪仗。

这时，人们看到了一个小女孩冻死在墙角，她脸上放着光彩，嘴边露着微笑。在她周围撒满一地的火柴梗，小手中还捏着一根火柴。

In the winter of 1845, a poor little girl tried to sell matches in the streets for her family. It was a cold, cold evening. It was snowing and people in horse carriages and in the streets did not notice the little girl...- Not until the next morning, when she was lying quiet in the snow...

Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street.

The snow-clad streets were deserted. From brightly lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. But the poor little match seller sat sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the cold. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for her father would certainly be angry.

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 match seller 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 darker than before and it was getting colder.

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 match seller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the match went out and the magic faded.

She lit the third match and an even more wonderful thing h***ened. There stood a Christmas tree hung with hundreds of candles, glittering with tinsel and colored balls."Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed the little match seller, holding up the match. Then, the match burned her finger and flickered out.

Scarcely aware of what she was doing, the little match seller lit another match. This time, she saw her grandmother."Granny, stay with me!" she pleaded, as she lit one match after the other, so that her grandmother would not dis***ear like all the other visions.

However, Granny did not vanish, but gazed smilingly at her. Then she opened her arms and the little girl hugged her crying:"Granny, take me away with you!"

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!"

But by that time, the little match seller was far away, where there is neither cold, nor hunger, nor pain.