“这一只羊太老了。我想要一只长命的绵羊。”
像是被闪电击中般，我跳着脚站起来，用力揉了揉眼睛，细心地循名誉去。我瞥见一个非常奇特的小家伙正站在那边严厉地打量着我。这是厥后我给他画出来的最好的一幅画像。可惜，我的画要比他本人的模样减色很多。这不是我的错误。六岁时，大人们让我对本身的画家生涯丧失了勇气，除了画过开着肚皮和闭着肚皮的蟒蛇，我厥后再没有学过画别的东西。
他细心地看了下，随后又说：“我不要，这只绵羊已经病得很重了。给我重新画一只。”
当一种奥秘的东西把你镇住的时候，没人敢不从命。在这空旷无火食的戈壁上，面对灭亡的伤害的环境下，固然这看起来非常荒诞，我还是取出了一张纸和一支钢笔。这时我却又记起，我的学习是如何集合在地理、汗青、计算和语法上的，我对这个小家伙说（也有一点活力）我不晓得如何画。他答复我说：“没有干系，给我画一只绵羊吧！”
“你本身看看，”他说，“你画的不是绵羊，是头公羊，另有两个角呢。”
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass""Why"
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
“这恰是我想要的……你说这只羊需求很多草吗？”
“我肯定会有充足的草给它。”我说，“我给你的是一只非常小的绵羊。”
“为甚么问这个呢？”
Chapter 2
这幅画同前几幅一样又被回绝了。
第一天早晨，我就睡在这阔别人间炊火的戈壁上，我比大海中浮在小木筏上的罹难海员还要孤傲。是以，你们能够设想到，当我在第二天拂晓时被一个奇特而藐小的声音吵醒时是有多么吃惊。这个小小的声音说：“请你给我画一只绵羊，好吗？”
“甚么！”
"Because where I live everything is very small...""There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."He bent his head over the drawing:"Not so small that―Look! He has gone to sleep..."And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.