今天的故事是：《The Little Match Girl》丨博雅陪伴小朋友进入梦乡第12天

As church bells chimed eight o’clock, she sank into an alley corner. Rubbing her purple-tinged fingers, she struck a match against the stone wall. Hssst! A warm glow bloomed like a miniature sun.

教堂的钟声敲响八点时，她蜷缩在一条小巷的角落里。她搓着发紫的手指，在石墙上划着了一根火柴。“嘶！” 一道温暖的光像一轮小小的太阳一样绽放开来。

In the flame danced a cast-iron stove, its belly glowing orange. She reached toward the heat – pfft – the match died, leaving her clutching blackened wood.

在火焰中，有一个铸铁炉子，炉肚闪烁着橘色的光。她伸手去够那温暖——“噗” 的一声，火柴熄灭了，只留下她抓着烧黑的火柴梗。

The second match revealed a holiday feast: crackling pork, honey-glazed apples, and a pudding crowned with holly. As the vision faded, the afterimage of a steaming roast lingered on her frostbitten eyelids.

第二根火柴燃起后，展现出了一顿节日盛宴：滋滋冒油的烤猪肉、裹着蜂蜜的苹果，还有点缀着冬青的布丁。当这幻象渐渐消失时，冒着热气的烤肉残影仍在她冻伤的眼皮上徘徊不去。

她剧烈地颤抖着，一下子点燃了三根火柴。光芒四射，小巷瞬间变成了一个华丽的客厅，一位银发老妇人凭空出现，伸出了双臂。

“Grandmama?” The girl’s breath hitched. “Take me with you! Don’t disappear like the stove and the feast!”

Clutching her remaining matches, the child struck the entire bundle. The blaze outshone the Northern Star as Grandmama’s form solidified, lifting the girl into a hug that melted the ice in her bones. Together they ascended where cold and hunger couldn’t follow.

小女孩紧握着剩下的火柴，一下子把整束火柴都划着了。火焰比北极星还要耀眼，奶奶的身影变得清晰可触，将小女孩拥入怀中，融化了她骨子里的寒意。她们一同升上了一个寒冷和饥饿无法企及的地方。

Dawn revealed a small corpse smiling at the sky, charred matches scattered around her. Passersby clucked, “Poor thing tried to warm herself.” None saw the celestial lights still dancing in her unblinking eyes.

黎明时分，一个小小的身体对着天空微笑，烧焦的火柴散落在她身旁。路过的人啧啧叹道：“可怜的孩子，想取暖来着。” 却没人看到，在她一眨不眨的眼睛里，仍有光芒在闪烁。