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...
"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.
他累了，他坐下来。我在他身边坐下。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……”
看到他稍稍伸开嘴唇暴露一丝浅笑，我在内心说：“在这个熟睡了的小王子身上，打动我的，是他对他那朵花的虔诚，是在贰心中闪动的那朵玫瑰花的形象。这朵玫瑰花，即便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烁着光辉……”这时，我就感遭到他更加脆弱。我感觉我需求去庇护他，哪怕他是一点风便能够吹灭的火焰……就如许走着，我在拂晓时发明了水井。
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.
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.