Story of the girls

Remember? The little girl that Andersen described to us is not a history, a fairy tale, but a living reality. I will take you back again:

Match-selling girl

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It's so cold that it's snowing and it's getting dark. This is the last day of the year-Dayu. On this cold and dark evening, a clever little girl walked barefoot in the street. She was still wearing a pair of slippers when she came out from home, but what's the purpose? It was a huge pair of slippers, which was always worn by her mother. When she crossed the road, the two carriages rushed over and scared her to run away. One cannot be found, and the other asks a boy to pick up and run. He said that in the future, if he has a child, he can use it as the cradle.
The little girl had to walk barefoot, and a pair of small feet were frozen red and green. There were a lot of matches in her old apron and a handful in her hand. This whole day, no one bought her a match, and no one gave her a coin.
Poor girl! She was cold and hungry and walked forward with a trembling manner. Snow falls on her golden long hair, and the hair is wrapped on her shoulder. It looks pretty, but she didn't pay attention to it. The lights are shining in every window, and the streets are filled with roast goose scent, because this is big-she can't forget it.

She sat down in the corner of a house and squashed her legs into a group. She thought it was getting colder. She didn't dare to go home because she didn't sell a match and didn't make any money. Dad would beat her. Besides, the house is as cold as the street. They have only one roof on their head. Although the biggest crack has been blocked with grass and rags, the wind can still be filled in.
Her hands are almost frozen. Ah, even a small match is good for her! She dared to pull a small stick from the match and wiped it on the wall to warm her little hands? She finally pulled one. Success! The match ignited, and a flame emerged! She put her little hands on the flame. How warm and bright the flame is like a small candle. This is a strange fire! The little girl felt as though she was sitting in front of a big stove with shiny copper feet and hands on her hands. how comfortable it was! Ah, what's going on? She just stretched out her feet and wanted to warm her feet up. The match went out and the fire disappeared. There she sat, and there was only a burned Matchstick in her hand.
She wiped another one. The match ignited and the light came. The light fell on the wall, and it suddenly became as transparent as the gauze, and she could see the room all the time. The table was covered with white cloth, exquisite dishes and bowls, and the roast goose filled with apple and plum was braving. Even better, the goose jumped down from the plate, with a knife and a cross inserted on its back, swinging on the floor and walking toward the poor little girl. At this time, the match was destroyed again, and there was only one thick and cold wall in front of her.
She wiped another match. This time, she sat under the beautiful Christmas tree. This Christmas tree is even bigger and more beautiful than she saw through the glass doors of rich businessmen last Christmas. Thousands of bright candles were lit on the branches of the Green Tree, and many beautiful colored pictures were like one hanging in the shop window, blinking at her. The little girl stretched out her hand to the picture. At this time, the match was destroyed again. The candle on the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, and finally became a twinkling star in the sky. A star fell down, marking a long red light in the sky.

"Someone is about to die ." Said the girl. The only thing that hurt her grandmother told her when she was alive: when a star falls down, a soul will go to God.
She wiped another match on the wall. In this case, the match lights up the surroundings. Grandma appears in the light, so gentle, so loving. "Grandma !" The little girl shouted, "Ah! Please take me away! I know, when the match is extinguished, you will not see it, like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, and the beautiful Christmas tree. You will not see it !"
She quickly wiped a pair of matches and wanted to keep her grandmother. The match was as bright as the daytime. Grandma has never been as tall and beautiful as she is now. She picked up the little girl and held it in her arms. They flew away in the light and happiness. The higher the sky, the higher the sky, and the no cold, no hunger, and no pain.
The next morning, the little girl sat in the corner, blushing and smiling. She died, frozen in the old year. The New Year's sun rose, shining on her small body. The little girl sat there, holding a burning Matchstick in her hand.
"She wants to warm herself up ......" People say. No one knows how beautiful things she once saw, how happy she was, and how happy she was with her grandmother to go to the New Year's happiness.

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I read it carefully, and it seems as if I was sitting in a restaurant on the street and watching what happened, even more as if I were the Match Girl. The reality is cruel. She left, but fortunately, when she needed it most, her grandmother took her. What a wonderful ending. But this beauty is not part of the world. So there are other things happening in the world:

 

 

[Note: The following is from the Internet]

Programming girl

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The lab is so cold that there are no windows. I don't know whether it is day or night. This is the last day of the week-the end of the week. On this cold and dark evening, a little girl was sitting at the station. She was wearing a coat when she came out from home, but what's the purpose? It's a big coat-so big, I don't know which year I bought. When she was working, she took it off. The lab teacher laughed and said, "You can use it as a rag.

The little girl had to do the experiment by herself, and his feet were frozen red and green. There was a large program on her broken display screen, and a large piece of draft paper in her hand. This whole day, the program has not been called, and no one has helped her.

 
Poor girl! She was cold and hungry, and she muttered the program. The light of the display fell on her dry hair, and the hair was curled over her shoulder. It looked like she hadn't combed for a long time, but she didn't pay attention to it. Every table is full
In this paper, the lab is filled with the scent of ink, because this is the time of the paper deadline-she can't forget this.

 
She stopped on a line of code and squatted down on the table. She thought it was getting colder. She did not dare to tell her boss that the boss would scold her for failing to get a data because the program was not called. Let's talk about another question.
Difficult. They only have paper on their head. Although some existing code can be written online, they still cannot be used.
 
Her mind was almost desperate. Ah, even a small success is good for her! She dared to modify tens of thousands of lines of code. Compile and run the command to find the problem? She finally pressed the Enter key to start running. Success!
The program started to output information! The log of one row is started! She put her hands on the monitor. What a warm and bright character is like a small candle. This is a strange fire! The little girl thought she was sitting in front of a 19-inch large LCD screen. The display was brand new and bright, with bright colors and clear handwriting. It showed the correct output of the program. how comfortable it was! Ah, what's going on? She just put her head out and wanted to see it carefully. The program crash and the big monitor disappeared. She was sitting there, and there was an eye-catching segment fault on the broken display.

 
She compiled and ran it again. The program began to output information again and gave the log. The light of the display fell on the table, and it suddenly became as white as the printed paper, so she could see the handwriting on the paper all the time. IEEE logo, meeting name and date, abstract and instroduction. What's even better is that this paper is named! It seems so tempting to keep coming to this poor little girl. At this time, the program crash again, and there was only one hard and old table in front of her.

 
She ran it again. This time, she felt she was sitting in a neatly arranged meeting room. The article says "boshi graduation reply", which is bigger and more beautiful than the one she used when her sister-in-law graduated last year. The red banners are covered with the white italics. Many beautiful colored screenshots on the projector screen, like the presentation in the top-level conference, are blinking at her. The little girl stretched out her hand to the picture. At this time, the program crash again. The higher the image on the PPT, the more stars are shining in the sky. A star fell down, marking a long red light in the sky.

 
"Someone is about to die ." Said the girl. The only sister-in-law who hurt her told her before graduation: when a star falls, a soul will go to Turing.
 
She compiled it again. In this case, she set the size of all arrays to a large value. Shi Jie appeared in the light, so gentle, so loving.
 
"Sister !" The little girl shouted, "Ah! Please take me away! I know, when the program is a crash, you will not see it, like the beautiful Monitor, the paper, and the prepared answer meeting room. It will not be seen !"

 
She quickly pressed the Enter key to keep her sister. A large amount of output information emits intense light, making the lab as bright as it is during the day. Shi Jie has never been as tall and beautiful as she is now. Sister-in-law picked up the little girl and held it in her arms. They flew away in the bright and happy ways. The higher they flew, there was no code, no paper, and no place to graduate.

 
The next morning, the little girl sat at the workstation, blushing and smiling. She died, and her lab was exhausted over the weekend. The sun rose in the next week, shining on her small body. The little girl sat there, holding her hand on the keyboard where she was not sure to use too many teenagers.

 
"She wants to tune the program ......" People say. No one knows how beautiful she has seen, how happy she was, and how happy she was with her sister-in-law.

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This .. You can think of it as a spoof or an exaggeration, but it can reflect the sufferings and helplessness of the "Little Girl" class to a certain extent. They were close to each other, and their young faces had wrinkles. Their hair was covered with one or two silver wires, and their thin back was slightly curved, they did not enjoy the enthusiasm of lovers and the warmth of their families.

Let's go. I went to a place without a program, graduation, or paper.

Why is it strong.

 

Another example is similar:

[Note: The following is from the Internet]

Little girl for Organic Synthesis

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The lab is so cold that there are no windows. I don't know whether it is day or night. This is the last day of the week-the weekend. On this cold and dark evening, a little girl was sitting in front of the test bed. She was wearing a coat when she came out from home, but what's the purpose? It's a big coat-so big, I don't know which year I bought. When she was working, she put on a big white coat. The lab's younger brother laughed and said, Why wear a lab suit? You can use a rag for all your broken coats.

The little girl had to do the experiment by herself, and a pair of hands were white and green by solvent. There was a string of dots on the panel in front of her and several columns. During the whole day, No one helped her with the product.

Poor girl! She was cold and hungry, trembling over the pillar. The ultraviolet light fell on her dry long hair, and the hair was curled on her shoulder. It looked like she hadn't combed for a long time, but she didn't pay attention to it. Every table is full of literature, and the laboratory is filled with ethyl acetate, because it is the time the boss urged to get the results-she can't forget this.

She stopped after a certain point and squatted down on the table. She thought it was getting colder. She did not dare to tell her boss that the boss would scold her because she tried all the catalysts, alkali and solvents and did not get a new point. Besides, it is as difficult as doing other questions. They only have paper on their head. Although there are a lot of similar documents on the Internet, they don't work here.

Her mind was almost desperate. Ah, even a small success is good for her! Did she dare to drop all the tens of thousands of yuan of catalyst into the catalytic reaction to find out the method that can combine the ring? She finally tried over a dozen more. Success! The response started! One by one on a thin board! She put her hand together under the UV lamp. How warm and bright, like a small candle. This is a strange fire! The little girl thought she was sitting in front of a m nmr display. The display was brand new, bright, bright, and clearly written. The peaks and lumens shown above were the products of the ring, how comfortable! Ah, what's going on? She just put out her head and wanted to see it carefully. The UV lamp was dark and the big NMR disappeared. She sat there, and there was a line of dazzling impurity points, raw material points, and self-aggregation points on the front of the Panel, that is, there was no new point.

She made another order. After crawling with, use 4.: 1 to crawl again. The light of the UV lamp fell on the table, and it suddenly became as neat as the printed paper. She could see the handwriting on the paper all the time. Jacs logo, abstract and instroduction. What's even better is that this paper is named! It seems so tempting to keep coming to this poor little girl. At this time, there were only those dots on the new vertex board, and there was only one hard and old table in front of her.

She added the warm response for several hours and clicked the plate again. This time, she felt she was sitting in a neatly arranged meeting room. The figure says "graduation reply", which is even more beautiful than the one she used when she graduated last year. The red banners are covered with the white italics. Many beautiful colored screenshots on the projector screen, like the presentation in the top-level conference, are blinking at her. The little girl stretched out her hand to the picture. At this time, the Board climbed again, no accident, no new points. The higher the image on the PPT, the more stars are shining in the sky. A star fell down, marking a long red light in the sky.

"Someone is about to die ." Said the girl. The only sister-in-law who hurt her told her before graduation that when a star fell down, a soul was about to go to Robert B. Woodward.

She had another reaction. In this case, she increased the amount of all catalysts. Shi Jie appeared in the light, so gentle, so loving.

"Sister !" The little girl shouted, "Ah! Please take me away! I know that when the response is over, you will not see it, like the beautiful spectrum chart, the paper posted, and the prepared answer meeting room, you will not see it !"

She quickly ordered all the thin slabs and put them under the UV lamp to keep the elder sister. A lot of thin layers emit bright light under the ultraviolet lamp, and the lab is as bright as during the day. Shi Jie has never been as tall and beautiful as she is now. Sister-in-law picked up the little girl and held it in her arms. They flew away in the light and happiness. The higher the sky, the higher the sky. There was no full synthesis, no paper, and no place to graduate.

The next morning, the little girl sat in front of the test bench, blushing and smiling. She died, and her lab was exhausted over the weekend. The sun rose in the next week, shining on her small body. The little girl sat there holding her hand and the test tube to be changed for the pillar.

"She wants to synthesize a natural product by herself ......" People say. No one knows how beautiful things she has ever seen, how happy she was, and how happy she went along with her sister-in-law to the happiness of the New World.

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Well, the story is over. Why are "Little Girls" reading doctors suspended? Of course, it is too hard to read a doctor, and if you cannot find fun in it, you should not read it.

To dedicate your life to science, you must first be willing in your own heart. Otherwise, you will be afraid to be "killed" at last.

Finally, I wish my second and third siblings an early graduation.

It is a nonsense to make a random discussion. If you pass by, click it unfortunately and read it here, just smile.