小珊迪

《小珊迪》这篇文章是英国作家迪安·斯坦雷的作品，又译《卖来自火柴的小男孩》，被收入中国语文教材九年义务360百科教育六年制上海小学语文第八册的第二十七课和人教版 北京课改版中的一篇课文 。这是一篇讲读课文，课文讲赵买和缺镇川构尼述的是贫穷的小珊迪靠卖火柴生活，不幸被马车轧断双腿，悲惨死去的故事。

• 中文名称 小珊迪
• 外文名称 THE LITTLE MATCH-BOY.
• 地位 小学课本读物
• 类型 记事文
• 故事背景 英国爱丁堡

作品介绍

　　课文就是迪安·斯坦雷(本名:亚瑟·彭林·斯坦来自利，Arthur Penrh360百科yn Stanley1815-1881)根据他亲身经历的一个真实故事而写成的。

　　英国作家迪安·斯蒸粮坦雷 《小珊迪》这篇文章的一部分被选为九年义务教育六年制小学语文第七册的第六课。这是一篇讲读课文，课文讲述的是在资本主义社会里小珊迪靠卖火柴生活，不幸被马车轧断双腿，悲惨的死去的故事。表现了小珊迪诚实、善良的品质。

课文全文

　　故事发生在爱丁堡。

　　有一天，天气很冷，我和一位同事站在旅馆门前谈话。

　　一个小男孩走过来，他身上只穿着一件又薄又破的单衣，瘦瘦的小脸冻得发青，一双赤着的脚冻得通红。他对我们说:"先生，请买盒火柴吧!"

　　"不，我们不需要。"我的同事说。

　　"一盒火柴只要一个便士呀!"可怜的孩子请求着。

　　"可搞求神态正会言往形互各是，我们不需要火柴。"我士州城关聚见对他说。

　　小男孩想了一会儿，说:"我可以一便士卖给你们两盒。"

　　为了使他不再纠缠，我答应买一盒。可是在掏钱的时候，我发现身上没带零钱，于是对他说:"我明天再买吧。"

　　"请您现在就买吧用皇县冷!先生，我饿极了!"男孩子乞求道，"我给您去换零钱。"

　　我给了他一先令，他转身就导最祖苦跑了，等了很久也不见他回来，我想可能上当了，但是看那孩子的面孔，看那使企青首标富人信任的神情，我又断定他不是那种人。

　　晚上，旅馆的侍者说，有个小男孩要见我。小男孩被板时单雷土带进来了。我发现他不是卖火柴的那一个校信敌殖克区阶每扬旧稳，但可以看出是那个男孩的弟弟。小男孩在破衣服里找了一会儿，然后才问:"先生，您是向珊迪买火柴的那位先生吗?"

　　"是的。"

　　"这是门界您那个先令找回来的4个便士。"小男孩说，"珊通以空黄巴的空武自编笑迪受伤了，不能来了。一辆革话广批言北环兵容马车把他撞倒了，从他身上轧了过去。他的帽子找不到了，火柴也丢了。还有7个便士也不知哪儿去了。说不定他会死的······"

　　我让小男孩吃了些东西，跟着他一块儿去看珊迪。这时我才知道，他们俩是孤儿，父母早死了。可怜的珊迪躺在一张破床上，一看见我就难过地对我说:"我换好零钱往回跑帝土叶材占技，被马车撞倒了，轧断了两条腿。我就要死了。可怜的小利比。我的好弟弟!我死了你怎么办呢?谁来照顾你呢?"

　　我握住珊迪的手，对他说:"我会永远照顾小利比的。"

　　珊迪听了，目不转睛地看食思移领附局氢油果常着我，好像对我表示感激固地危。突然，他眼睛里的光消失了。他死了。

　　直到今天，谁读了这个故事不受感动呢?饱色假体受饥寒的小珊迪的美好附右西术乐解的品质，将永远打动人们的心。

原文内容

　　THE LITTLE MATCH-BOY.

　　One very cold day, not long ago, in Edinburgh, two gentleme来自n were standing at t助女he door of a hotel. A little boy with a thin blue face, his feet 充训永即注底划浓从迅bare and red with the 360百科cold, and with nothing to cover him but a bundle of rags, came to them and said:"Please, sir, buy some matche把威呢张溶连s."

　　"No, I don't want any." answered o短赶编先第岁ne of the gentlemen.

　　"But they are only a penny a bog." pleaded the poor little fel了选天呢架期印身low.

　　"Yes, but, you see, we don't 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 车过必道I had no chan以几形河ge, 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 尔检角血him the shilling, and he started a叶节历钢息露跑巴way. I waited for him, but no boy came.

　　I tho载很映秋怕毛福米世ught I had lost my shilling. Still, there was something in the boy's face I trusted, and I 唱did not like to think bad of him.

　　Late in the evening I was told that a lit构tle boy wanted to see me. I found, when he was brought in, it was a smaller brother of the boy who took my shil局茶征间采仍取务ling. But, if possible, still more ragged and poor.

　　He stood a momen谁较而杀湖那预江右t, diving into his rags as if he were seeki肥换ng something, and then said:"Are you the gentleman who bought the matches from Sandy."

　　"Yes."

　　"Well, then, here are fourpence out of your shil因之助必ling. Sandy cannot come. he's very sick. A cart ran over him and knock谁ed him down. He lost his cap and matches and seven pence of your money. Both his legs were broken, and the doctor says he'l副府率管概什承齐油误l die, and that's 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! I'm sure I'm 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.