If you give me a seven-color flower, I will make a wish with her fiery petals. I took off my petals and shouted, "fly, fly, my little petals, please send warmth to the little match girl!" " Let her get care and blessing! "Small petals didn't let me down. She really flew into the sky and decomposed in the air. At this time, the ending of the story changed. The little girl ate a hearty dinner, put on warm clothes, got her father's understanding and lived happily with her father.

If I were given a seven-color flower, I would make a wish with her yellow petals. I took her down, scattered her in the air, and then shouted, "fly, fly, my little petal, use your magic to make the carriage drive slowly and let Sandy go quickly." Let him wear bright clothes and don't starve! "Petals flying in the air, I looked up at the sky, as if I saw Sandy's bright smile and the happy figure of two brothers.

If I had a seven-color flower, I would take off her petals one by one, and then shout loudly, "Petals, Petals, please use your magic to help all those in need and all the poor people in the world!" " All the petals of the seven-color flower flew into the sky. I seem to see the children sitting in the classroom after school, everyone holding brand-new textbooks and reading the text carefully; Those disabled people received donations from many enthusiastic people and got further treatment with enough funds ... I smiled happily when I watched all this.