Under the strong light, the little match girl hugged her grandma tightly. She flew and flew to heaven, where God lives.
The kind God wears a pure gold crown studded with diamonds, pearls, and precious stones, holds a scepter with carved patterns, and sits on a high throne. Fairies and fairy boys brought fruits to her and grandma to eat. God said gently: "What do you want from me?" "We want to go to a place where there is no cold," the little girl said softly, "where there is no hunger and no pain." "Go to China!" God said gently . After saying that, he summoned a white cloud and let the white cloud carry them to that distant country.
After a while, God's voice sounded again: "Here we are, this is Wuxi, China, let's go down!" The little girl and grandma looked down and saw, ah, what a beautiful city this is! Green mountains, green waters, green trees, red flowers, and luxuriant grass. The sun rises slowly, shining warmly on the earth. Retired old people are doing morning exercise. Some take walks. Some are running, some are doing Tai Chi, and more young people are doing gymnastics. All of them have red faces and radiant faces. On the sidewalks on both sides of the road, there is an endless stream of pedestrians going to work and students going to school. Vehicles of all sizes are driving in different lanes according to their types. There is no congestion or danger, and they are driving safely. Soft music from the square replaced the jeering noise.
They gradually approached the square. After a while, it landed in the middle of the square. People did not come to watch, but sent them to the welfare home. The staff of the welfare home quickly arranged a comfortable bedroom for them to stay in.
The little girl and her grandma went to Yuantouzhu to play. The little girl looked at the endless Taihu Lake and said happily in Danish: "'Taihu' is so beautiful! 'Wuxi' is so beautiful!" Then they went to visit Taihu Fairy Island, Xihui Park, Plum Garden, Lingshan Giant Buddha...
After a few days, the staff quickly contacted a school. The little girl is very smart and learned a lot of knowledge at once, but some of her pronunciation is not accurate. The teacher also gave her extra lessons. Finally, she got a good score of 79 in the midterm exam, which was gratifying.
When it was her birthday, everyone gave her a cake. Her eyes were moist, and she said happily in Danish: "We are so happy!"
I died under the first sunshine of the New Year.
I am dead, but I am happy. The moment I stopped breathing, when my heartbeat stopped, I seemed to be lifted up by something, rising bit by bit.
I opened my mouth to say something. But he was surprised to find that he could no longer make any sound. I could only watch a group of people quietly, talking around the other "me", and even the little boy who shot my slipper yesterday.
At this moment, I finally understood that my soul had been separated from my body, and that at this moment, I would be sent to a place called "heaven" that my grandma often mentioned. I heard from grandma that it was a place where there was no difference between rich and poor, high or low. It is a place full of happiness and sunshine.
Thinking of this, I smiled happily. Because I can meet my dearest grandma again, and no longer have to starve or freeze.
I adjusted my posture comfortably and waited happily for the next moment to come.
I am dead, but I am happy.
This is, I am floating higher and higher, in the clouds and fog. When I was about to be out of breath by the thick white clouds around me, I suddenly stopped. A crystal-clear city gate appeared in front of him, with the four characters "City of Angels" carved on it using smooth white jade. Behind the city gate is an endless crystal staircase. Thin white clouds and smoke filled the air on all sides, while soft harp music vaguely echoed in the ears.
Everything is as imagined. It seems that this is the legendary paradise.
I couldn’t wait to jump off the floating clouds, rushed into the city gate, climbed up the stairs, and rushed towards the world that haunted me in my dreams.
At the end of the steps, I saw a gorgeously dressed lady. I was a little confused and didn't know what to do.
"Child, come here. I am your grandma."
"Grandma? Are you really my grandma?" I rushed over in disbelief, and my two little hands couldn't help but reach for it. It's covered in silk and satin. Immediately, two black claws were reflected on it. I shrank my head in fear.
"Silly boy, don't be afraid. I am your grandma. Come on, let's go first. Grandma will explain to you later..."
I am wearing a beautiful pink silk dress Skirt, leaning against the white marble pillars, blowing the evening breeze, quietly thinking about what grandma said just now - "Child, my poor child, look how thin you have become. Yeah. We must have suffered a lot. It doesn’t matter, kids, we have gone through hard times and we are rich people...”
It turns out that the real paradise is not as good as we imagined. That way. On the contrary, there are also the poor, the lowly, the rich and the poor, and there are also different situations, including reveling in the feast and reveling in life, and starvation and cold. However, everything here is contrary to the human world. That is to say, if you are a well-dressed and high-sounding rich man in the human world, then here you can only be a low-level person and experience the life of the poor. And those of us who were once poor will become rich and powerful in heaven.
But why, why am I still unhappy? Why do I still miss grandma’s homemade millet porridge when I’m eating delicious roast chicken? Wearing beautiful clothes with exquisite workmanship, but still thinking about the coarse linen clothes of the past?
Am I too greedy? Could it be that I was born poor and humble? Is it because there are no pillow stories from grandma?
No, it won’t. It must be because I haven't gotten used to it yet. Isn’t grandma very happy? Yes, tomorrow, I will definitely be very happy tomorrow.
I gathered the quilt and closed my eyes tightly. Strangely, sleeping on the velvet quilt, I had an uneasy sleep. The scene of buying matches and grandma’s kind smile always appeared in my dream, which I couldn’t get rid of.
I thought everything would be fine, everything would be fine. Unfortunately, no.
I hold the stuffed bear my grandma bought me every day, and ride with her in a gorgeous carriage to the Grand Theater, to Western restaurants, and to places I never dared to imagine before. place.
What shocked me even more was that I met Grandma Feili there who used to live next door to me and worked as a laundry helper for others and later died of illness at home. And now she is wearing a tiger fur coat and dancing happily. There are also people like Uncle Kimo and Aunt Ivan who were struggling for life in the past. Now they are all singing and dancing and are very happy.
However, I am not happy at all. Because I don’t like the proud look in their eyes and the contemptuous look when they pay tips.
I even hate it a little bit. I hate that they use their oily hands to bring me fat jewelry; I hate that they laugh loudly and don’t know how to pretend to understand. I still don’t understand why Grandma Feili, who I used to like so much, no longer smiles kindly at others; Uncle Kimo, who used to be kind, no longer wants to help others. Also, why does even the dearest grandma look at people with such cold and even mean eyes, and become so careless. You no longer love to touch my head, no longer love to tell me stories, you just keep saying you love me and give me money? Am I wrong again? Is this the love of heaven?
As time goes by, my yearning for the world increases day by day. I have wished more than once that my grandma and I could go back to the past. Grandma can hold me in her arms and tell me stories every day, and I would rather be that little match girl. However, this is just a luxury wish. I can't go back anymore, and grandma doesn't want to go back either.
What exactly is happiness? Where is the happiness? I have no idea. But I am sure that my happiness is neither on earth nor in heaven.
But if I could choose, I would rather be the little girl selling matches with bare feet in the world.