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现在是我在沙漠上发生事故的第八天。就在我听着有关这个小商贩的故事时，我喝完了备用的最后一滴水。
“啊！”我对小王子说，“你回忆的这些故事真吸引人。可是，我还没有修好我的飞机。我没有水了，假如我能悠闲地走到水泉边，我一定也会很高兴的！”
小王子对我说：“我的朋友狐狸……”
“我的小家伙，现在还说什么狐狸！”
“为什么不？”
“因为我就要渴死了。”
他不理解我的思路，他说：
“即使快要死了，有过一个朋友也好啊！我就为我有过一个狐狸朋友而感到很高兴……”
“他绝不可能意识到这样的危险。”我自己思量着，“他不知道饥渴。只要有点阳光，他就满足了……”
他镇定地看着我，明白了我的想法：“我也渴了……我们去找一口井吧……”
我无可奈何：在茫茫的大沙漠上盲目地去找水井，真是一件荒唐事。然而我们还是出发了。
我们默默地走了好几个小时以后，天黑了下来，星星开始发出光亮。由于口渴，我有点发热，我看着这些星星，像在梦中一样。小王子最后说的话，又回到我的脑海中。
“你也渴了，对吗？”我问他。
他却不回答我的问题，只是对我说：“水对心也是有益处的……”
我不懂他的话是什么意思，可我也不做声……我非常清楚反复盘问他是不可能的。
他累了，他坐下来。我在他身旁坐下。沉默了一会儿，他又说道：“星星是很美的，因为有一朵人们看不到的花……”
我回答道：“是的。”然后我就不再多说什么，只是默默地看着月光下沙漠的起伏的波浪。
“沙漠真漂亮。”小王子又说道。
确实如此。我一直很喜欢沙漠，坐在一个沙丘上，什么也看不见、听不见。但是，却有一种说不出的东西在默默地放着光……
“使沙漠变得美丽的，就是在某个角落里，藏着一口井……”
我很惊讶，突然明白了沙漠的神秘之光是什么。当我还是一个小孩子的时候，我住在一座古老的房子里，据说这个房子里埋藏着一个宝贝。当然，从来没有任何人能发现这个宝贝，可能，甚至也没有人去寻找过。但是，这个宝贝使整个房子增添了某种神秘。我家的房子在它的心灵深处隐藏着一个秘密……我对小王子说道：“是的，无论是房子、星星或是沙漠，因为某种神秘使它们更美丽！”
“我真高兴，你和我的狐狸的看法一样。”小王子说。
小王子睡觉了，我就把他抱在怀里，又重新上路了。我很感动，就好像抱着一个脆弱的宝贝。在地球上没有比这更脆弱的了。我借着月光，看着他苍白的面额，这双紧闭的眼睛，这随风飘动的卷发，这时我对自己说道：“我所看到的仅仅是外表。最重要的是看不见的……”
看到他稍稍张开嘴唇露出一丝微笑，我在心里说：“在这个熟睡了的小王子身上，打动我的，是他对他那朵花的忠诚，是在他心中闪烁的那朵玫瑰花的形象。这朵玫瑰花，即使在小王子睡着了的时候，也像一盏灯的火焰一样在他身上闪耀着光辉……”这时，我就感觉到他更加脆弱。我觉得我需要去保护他，哪怕他是一点风就可以吹灭的火焰……就这样走着，我在黎明时发现了水井。
Chapter 24
It was now the eighth day since I had had my accident in the desert, and I had listened to the story of the merchant as I was drinking the last drop of my water supply.
"Ah," I said to the little prince, "these memories of yours are very charming; but I have not yet succeeded in repairing my plane; I have nothing more to drink; and I, too, should be very happy if I could walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water!""My friend the fox—" the little prince said to me.
"My dear little man, this is no longer a matter that has anything to do with the fox!""Why not"
"Because I am about to die of thirst..."He did not follow my reasoning, and he answered me:"It is a good thing to have had a friend, even if one is about to die. I, for instance, am very glad to have had a fox as a friend...""He has no way of guessing the danger," I said to myself. "He has never been either hungry or thirsty. A little sunshine is all he needs..."But he looked at me steadily, and replied to my thought:"I am thirsty, too. Let us look for a well..."I made a gesture of weariness. It is absurd to look for a well, at random, in the immensity of the desert. But nevertheless we started walking.
When we had trudged along for several hours, in silence, the darkness fell, and the stars began to come out. Thirst had made me a little feverish, and I looked at them as if I were in a dream. The little prince’s last words came reeling back into my memory:"Then you are thirsty, too" I demanded.
But he did not reply to my question. He merely said to me:"Water may also be good for the heart..."I did not understand this answer, but I said nothing. I knew very well that it was impossible to cross-examine him.
He was tired. He sat down. I sat down beside him. And, after a little silence, he spoke again:"The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen."I replied, "Yes, that is so." And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.
"The desert is beautiful," the little prince added.
And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...
"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart...
"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert— what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!""I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: "What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible..."As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile, I said to myself, again: "What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower— the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleep..." And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind...
And, as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak.
现在是我在沙漠上发生事故的第八天。就在我听着有关这个小商贩的故事时，我喝完了备用的最后一滴水。
“啊！”我对小王子说，“你回忆的这些故事真吸引人。可是，我还没有修好我的飞机。我没有水了，假如我能悠闲地走到水泉边，我一定也会很高兴的！”
小王子对我说：“我的朋友狐狸……”
“我的小家伙，现在还说什么狐狸！”
“为什么不？”
“因为我就要渴死了。”
他不理解我的思路，他说：
“即使快要死了，有过一个朋友也好啊！我就为我有过一个狐狸朋友而感到很高兴……”
“他绝不可能意识到这样的危险。”我自己思量着，“他不知道饥渴。只要有点阳光，他就满足了……”
他镇定地看着我，明白了我的想法：“我也渴了……我们去找一口井吧……”
我无可奈何：在茫茫的大沙漠上盲目地去找水井，真是一件荒唐事。然而我们还是出发了。
我们默默地走了好几个小时以后，天黑了下来，星星开始发出光亮。由于口渴，我有点发热，我看着这些星星，像在梦中一样。小王子最后说的话，又回到我的脑海中。
“你也渴了，对吗？”我问他。
他却不回答我的问题，只是对我说：“水对心也是有益处的……”
我不懂他的话是什么意思，可我也不做声……我非常清楚反复盘问他是不可能的。
他累了，他坐下来。我在他身旁坐下。沉默了一会儿，他又说道：“星星是很美的，因为有一朵人们看不到的花……”
我回答道：“是的。”然后我就不再多说什么，只是默默地看着月光下沙漠的起伏的波浪。
“沙漠真漂亮。”小王子又说道。
确实如此。我一直很喜欢沙漠，坐在一个沙丘上，什么也看不见、听不见。但是，却有一种说不出的东西在默默地放着光……
“使沙漠变得美丽的，就是在某个角落里，藏着一口井……”
我很惊讶，突然明白了沙漠的神秘之光是什么。当我还是一个小孩子的时候，我住在一座古老的房子里，据说这个房子里埋藏着一个宝贝。当然，从来没有任何人能发现这个宝贝，可能，甚至也没有人去寻找过。但是，这个宝贝使整个房子增添了某种神秘。我家的房子在它的心灵深处隐藏着一个秘密……我对小王子说道：“是的，无论是房子、星星或是沙漠，因为某种神秘使它们更美丽！”
“我真高兴，你和我的狐狸的看法一样。”小王子说。
小王子睡觉了，我就把他抱在怀里，又重新上路了。我很感动，就好像抱着一个脆弱的宝贝。在地球上没有比这更脆弱的了。我借着月光，看着他苍白的面额，这双紧闭的眼睛，这随风飘动的卷发，这时我对自己说道：“我所看到的仅仅是外表。最重要的是看不见的……”
看到他稍稍张开嘴唇露出一丝微笑，我在心里说：“在这个熟睡了的小王子身上，打动我的，是他对他那朵花的忠诚，是在他心中闪烁的那朵玫瑰花的形象。这朵玫瑰花，即使在小王子睡着了的时候，也像一盏灯的火焰一样在他身上闪耀着光辉……”这时，我就感觉到他更加脆弱。我觉得我需要去保护他，哪怕他是一点风就可以吹灭的火焰……就这样走着，我在黎明时发现了水井。
Chapter 24
It was now the eighth day since I had had my accident in the desert, and I had listened to the story of the merchant as I was drinking the last drop of my water supply.
"Ah," I said to the little prince, "these memories of yours are very charming; but I have not yet succeeded in repairing my plane; I have nothing more to drink; and I, too, should be very happy if I could walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water!""My friend the fox—" the little prince said to me.
"My dear little man, this is no longer a matter that has anything to do with the fox!""Why not"
"Because I am about to die of thirst..."He did not follow my reasoning, and he answered me:"It is a good thing to have had a friend, even if one is about to die. I, for instance, am very glad to have had a fox as a friend...""He has no way of guessing the danger," I said to myself. "He has never been either hungry or thirsty. A little sunshine is all he needs..."But he looked at me steadily, and replied to my thought:"I am thirsty, too. Let us look for a well..."I made a gesture of weariness. It is absurd to look for a well, at random, in the immensity of the desert. But nevertheless we started walking.
When we had trudged along for several hours, in silence, the darkness fell, and the stars began to come out. Thirst had made me a little feverish, and I looked at them as if I were in a dream. The little prince’s last words came reeling back into my memory:"Then you are thirsty, too" I demanded.
But he did not reply to my question. He merely said to me:"Water may also be good for the heart..."I did not understand this answer, but I said nothing. I knew very well that it was impossible to cross-examine him.
He was tired. He sat down. I sat down beside him. And, after a little silence, he spoke again:"The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen."I replied, "Yes, that is so." And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.
"The desert is beautiful," the little prince added.
And that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...
"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well..."I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment over that house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart...
"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert— what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!""I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: "What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible..."As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile, I said to myself, again: "What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower— the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleep..." And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind...
And, as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak.