Thực tế đã thay thế cho những mộng

Thực tế đã thay thế cho những mộng mị, chẳng có lò sưởi, cũng chẳng có bàn ăn, không có ngỗng quay, lại càng không có bánh ngọt. Tất cả chỉ là ảo ảnh, xung quanh vẫn là con phố lạnh lẽo vắng teo tuyết phủ kín, gió bấc lạnh buốt thì không ngừng thổi từng hồi, những đoàn người vẫn hối hả trở về nhà hay đến những chỗ hẹn ấm cúng. Tất cả vẫn không hề để ý tới cô bé bán diêm, hình như đối với họ em vô hình.

Em rút que diêm thứ ba ra quẹt, lửa lại cháy rực, bỗng trước mắt em là một cây thông noel rất lớn, xung quanh cây thông được tranh trí lộng lẫy, những chiếc đèn nháy cuốn quanh nháy lên từng đợt rất vui mắt, hàng ngàn ngọn nến sáng rực lấp lánh trên những cành lá xanh tươi. Em với cánh tay nhỏ bé của mình về phía cây… nhưng diêm vụt tắt. Tất cả những chiếc đèn nháy, những ngọn nến vụt lên trời cao biến thành những ngôi sao trên trời.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

Actually the replacement for the dream, no fireplace, no table, no geese, neither pastries. This is all illusion, around is still cold, empty streets, closed-snow, wind rushes atrophy conditioning non stop, then blew a small pinch each of salmon, the delegation continued to hustle back home or to the cozy rendezvous. All still didn't notice her Cup, looks like I'm invisible to them.I pulled out the third light sticks, flaming fire again, suddenly in front of me is a huge Christmas tree, around pine trees was picturesque, splendid decor lamps blink the bench around the up glad every blink of the eye, thousands of bright candles sparkle on the fresh green shoots. Children with his tiny arms towards the tree ... but flicking off the surplus. All the lights blink, the candles flicking up sky high turned into the stars of heaven.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

Actually replace the dreamless, no fireplace, and no table, no roast goose, even without cookies. It was all an illusion, surrounding streets remained mostly empty cold snow covered, icy north wind did not stop blowing episodic, still bustling crowds who return home or to the cozy meeting place. All was not paying attention to the little girl selling matches, they seemed to me invisible.

I pulled out matches matchstick Tuesday, the fire burning, suddenly before your eyes is a huge Christmas tree, surrounded by pine trees are ornately painting, flash bulbs flashing on each drive rolling around very cheerful, thousands of twinkling candles lit on the fresh green leaves. Kids with their small arms to the trees ... but the matches went out. All flash bulbs, candles rose up in the sky turned into the stars in the sky.

Kết quả (Anh) 3:

Instead of the reality of the dream, no heat, no table, no goose rotation, no cake. It is all an illusion, or the quiet streets around the cold snow storm, wind chill, kept blowing once these people are still fast to go home or go to a warm place about. Have not noticed the little match girl, they seem to be invisible to me.I had third match ignited, burning fire, suddenly in front of me is a huge Christmas tree, the tree position around the painted neon gorgeous in the flash, flash in a number of books are very pleasing to the eye, tens of thousands of candles shining brightly in the lush foliage of my small arms toward the tree... But the match... Convergence. All the lights flash, candlelight welled up high in the sky became the stars in the sky.