7.
完形填空
It was the last evening of the old year. In the cold and dark there went1the street a poor little girl, with bare feet.
She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a lot2in her broken apron(围裙). No one had bought any all day long. Trembling with cold and hunger, the girl walked on and on.3poor little child!
In a corner, she sat down, but she could not warm herself. She was4to go home. She had not earned a coin, and perhaps her father would 5her, and her home was almost as cold as the street. Her hands were nearly dead with cold. She struck one match against the wall, and held her hands6 the flame(火焰). She wanted to warm her small hands. It was quite a magic light. She found herself 7before a large iron stove. How warm it was! As the child wanted to warm her feet, the flame8, and the stove disappeared. The little girl sat cold and hungry, with the burnt match in her hand.
A second match was lighted. She saw a table9delicious food. The roast goose stood at one end, with knife and folk in her breast, jumped down from the dishes, and came to the poor child. The match was burnt out and only the thick, 10wall was beside her.
She struck11match; this time, her gentle and loving grandmother came up, bright and happy as she had never looked during her lifetime.
"Grandma!"12the child, "Oh, take me with you! I know that you will leave me 13the match goes out." And she lighted all the matches hurriedly; she would like14her old grandmother disappearing. Her kind, old and beautiful grandmother took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew high together, until they were in that place where neither cold, nor hunger, nor15is ever known.
The next morning, the little girl was found dead in the corner, with a smile on her face.