賣火柴的小男孩童話故事

賣火柴的小男孩童話故事

　　童話故事是指兒童文學(xué)的一種體裁，童話中豐富的想象和夸張可以活躍你的思維；那生動的形象、美妙的故事可以幫你認(rèn)識社會、理解人生，引導(dǎo)你做一個通達(dá)事理、明辨是非的人。下面是小編精心整理的賣火柴的小男孩童話故事，歡迎大家借鑒與參考，希望對大家有所幫助。

　　賣火柴的小男孩童話故事

　　故事發(fā)生在愛丁堡。有一天，天氣很冷，我和一個同事站在一所旅館門前說話。這時走過來一個小男孩，身上只穿一件又薄又破的單衣，瘦瘦的臉凍得發(fā)青，赤裸著的腳也凍得發(fā)紅。他對我們說：“先生，請買盒火柴吧！”

　　“不要，我們不需要�！蔽业耐�事說。

　　“買1盒火柴只要1個便士呀！”可憐的孩子請求著。

　　“可我們并不需要火柴�！蔽覍λ�說。

　　小男孩想了一會兒，最后又說：“我可以1便士賣你們2盒火柴�！�

　　為了使他不再糾纏，我便買了1盒。可是當(dāng)我掏錢時，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)沒有零錢，于是我對他說：“明天我再買你的火柴吧�！�

　　“啊，請你現(xiàn)在就買吧，我餓極了！”小男孩又請求道，“我可以跑著給你去找零錢回來�！�

　　于是我給了他一先令，他跑掉了。我等了很久沒見他回來，便猜想我可能上當(dāng)了。但想到那個孩子的面孔，覺得有一種使人信任的神情，因此我想他不會那樣壞。

　　晚上，旅館的人告訴我有一個小男孩要見我。當(dāng)小孩子被帶進(jìn)來后，我發(fā)現(xiàn)不是原來的那個小男孩了，但可以認(rèn)出這是他的弟弟。弟弟穿得更破爛了，他站在那里，在他的破衣服里亂找了一氣，然后才問：“先生，你就是買珊迪火柴的那位先生嗎？”

　　“是的”

　　“這里是你那個先令找回來的4便士，”這個小孩說，“珊迪不能來了，他剛才受了傷，一輛馬車把他撞倒后從他身上壓了過去，他的帽子也沒有了，火柴也丟了，另外還有7個便士也不知掉到哪兒去了。醫(yī)生說他會死的，另外……我要說的就這些了�！�

　　我讓這個孩子吃了些東西，然后和他一塊去看珊迪。我這才知道他倆原來是孤兒，父母早就死了，可憐的珊迪躺在一張破床上，一看見我馬上便認(rèn)出來了，他難過地對我說：“我已經(jīng)找回零錢了，哪知道回來的時候被馬車撞了，現(xiàn)在我兩條腿都斷了，可能要死的。啊，利比！可憐的小利比！我死后你怎么辦呢？誰來照顧你呢？可憐的利比！”

　　我拿起他的手，對他說：“我將永遠(yuǎn)照顧小利比�！�

　　弄懂了我的意思后，珊迪目不轉(zhuǎn)睛地看著我，像是表示感激，然后他眼里的光便突然消失了。他死了……

　　讀后感

　　這個故事就像巨人射出的箭，能夠打動任何人的心，不管你是年輕的，還是年老的。所以，親愛的孩子們，當(dāng)你們準(zhǔn)備說謊的時候，或者當(dāng)你要欺侮別的孩子的時候，或者當(dāng)你們做了你們不應(yīng)該做的事情的時候，想想小珊迪吧！這個死去的、飽受饑寒的孩子，你們應(yīng)該像他那樣善良而誠實。他感動了我，使我答應(yīng)了代他撫養(yǎng)弟弟，這句話他一定聽見了——這是他聽見的最后一句話。

　　現(xiàn)在我把這個故事講給你們聽了，希望你們要同情窮苦的孩子，他在臨死的時候還忘不了他那個小弟弟。

　　作品介紹

　　課文就是迪安·斯坦雷(本名：亞瑟·彭林·斯坦利，Arthur Penrhyn Stanley1815—1881)根據(jù)他親身經(jīng)歷的一個真實故事而寫成的。

　　英國作家迪安·斯坦雷 《小珊迪》這篇文章的一部分被選為九年義務(wù)教育六年制小學(xué)語文第七冊的第六課。這是一篇講讀課文，課文講述的是在資本主義社會里小珊迪靠賣火柴生活，不幸被馬車軋斷雙腿，悲慘的死去的故事。表現(xiàn)了小珊迪誠實、善良的品質(zhì)。

　　《小珊迪》這篇文章是英國作家迪安·斯坦雷的作品，又譯《賣火柴的小男孩》，被收入中國語文教材九年義務(wù)教育六年制上海小學(xué)語文第八冊的第二十七課和人教版北京課改版中的一篇課文。這是一篇講讀課文，課文講述的是貧窮的小珊迪靠賣火柴生活，不幸被馬車軋斷雙腿，悲慘死去的故事。

　　原文內(nèi)容

　　THE LITTLE MATCH-BOY.

　　One very cold day, not long ago, in Edinburgh, two gentlemen were standing at the door of a hotel. A little boy with a thin blue face, his feet bare and red with the cold, and with nothing to cover him but a bundle of rags, came to them and said:"Please, sir, buy some matches."

　　"No, I dont want any." answered one of the gentlemen.

　　"But they are only a penny a bog." pleaded the poor little fellow.

　　"Yes, but, you see, we dont want a bog." the gentleman said again.

　　"Then I will give you two boxes for a penny." the boy said.

　　At last. "So, to get rid of him," said the gentleman to me."I bought a bog." Then, finding I had no change, I said to him,"I will buy a bog tomorrow."

　　"Oh, please buy them tonight." the boy pleaded again:"I will run and get you the change, for I am very hungry."

　　So I gave him the shilling, and he started away. I waited for him, but no boy came.

　　I thought I had lost my shilling. Still, there was something in the boys face I trusted, and I did not like to think bad of him.

　　Late in the evening I was told that a little boy wanted to see me. I found, when he was brought in, it was a smaller brother of the boy who took my shilling. But, if possible, still more ragged and poor.

　　He stood a moment, diving into his rags as if he were seeking something, and then said:"Are you the gentleman who bought the matches from Sandy."

　　"Yes."

　　"Well, then, here are fourpence out of your shilling. Sandy cannot come. hes very sick. A cart ran over him and knocked him down. He lost his cap and matches and seven pence of your money. Both his legs were broken, and the doctor says hell die, and thats all."

　　I fed the little fellow, and then went with him to see Sandy. I found that the two children lived almost alone, for their father and mother were dead.

　　Poor Sandy was lying on a bundle of shavings. He knew me as soon as I wentin, and said:"I got the change, sir, and was coming back, but the horse knocked me down, and both of my legs are broken! Oh, Reuby! little Reuby! Im sure Im dying, and who will take care of you when I am gone，What will you do, Reuby."

　　Then I took him by the hand, and said:"I would always take care of Reuby."

　　He understood me, and had just strength enough to look up to me as if to thank me. Then the light went out of the blue eyes. In a moment,"He lay within the light of God, Like a babe upon the breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest."

　　That story is like an arrow in the hand of a giant. It ought to pierce many a heart, old and young.

　　Whenever, dear children, you are tempted to say what is not true, or to be unkind to other boys and girls, or to take what you ought not to take, remember little Sandy.

　　This poor little boy, lying on a bundle of shavings, dying and starving, was tender,trusty, and true. So God told the gentleman to take poor little friendless Reuben and be a friend to him. Sandy heard him say he would do it-the last thing he ever did hear.

　　Then the dark room, the bundle of shavings, the weary, broken limbs, all faded away, and Sandy was with the angels.

　　They could look at him in his new home, and say one to another,“That is the little boy who kept his word and sent back four pence. He was tender, trusty, and true, when he was hungry and faint, when both his legs were broken, and he lay dying.”

　　This story is told you now because, whether you find it hard or easy, we want you to be tender and trusty and true as poor little Sandy was, who did not forget his promise, and who loved his little brother to the end.

　　DEAN STANLEY.

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