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小王子气得神采发白。

“如果有人爱上了在这亿万颗星星中独一无二的一株花，当他看着这些星星的时候，这就足以使他感到幸运。他能够对本身说：‘我的那朵花就在此中的一颗星星上……’但是如果羊吃掉了这朵花，对他来讲，仿佛统统的星星一下子全都燃烧了一样！这莫非也不首要吗？”

The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him:"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will―"I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

我也不太晓得该说些甚么。我感觉本身太笨拙，并且犯了大错。我不晓得应当如何靠近他，如何了解他的话，如何重新和他手拉手，走在一起。

“你说话就和那些大人一样！”

但是他沉默了一会儿以后，怀着不满的表情冲我说：“我不信！花是强大的、浑厚的，它们老是设法庇护本身，觉得有了刺便能够显出本身的短长……”

"A mushroom!"

"The thorns― what use are they"The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!""Oh!"