Spring in Snow Country

The little boy holding a box of matches walked on the cold winter night in the snowy country. Why didn't he use a match to bake his little purple hands that were covered with frostbite? His steps staggered, and scattered and weak white ice crystals sprayed out from his nose and mouth from time to time. He didn't know where he fell in the end. Before closing his eyes that were shining with stars, he reached out his hand to the match—— The match suddenly burned, but the little boy sent it away from him—— It turned out that there was a bundle of fireworks there, and the match lit its fuse. In this ruthless snowy night, the sky bloomed with an unparalleled brilliance full of vitality. At that moment, the scenery created by the little boy at the cost of his life was far more dazzling than the stars in the sky. Just as the fireworks were about to end, the New Year's bell rang.