This is the first English novel I ever read. I readed serval English technical books before, but the feeling of read novel is better.
Little prince living on a small planet, someday he left his planet and visit serval planets, and he see many different men. He talked with them, and he did not understand them.
After visit serval plants, he came to the earth. He came down on desert and he was beginning to be afraid he had come to the wrong planet, when a coil of gold, the color of the moonlight, flashed across the sand.
The author’s plane occured malfunction, and he found the little prince. They chat and become friends.
After communication , the author know on the lonely journey , little prince miss his home and his rose flower very much.
“I wonder,” he said, “whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again... On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak...”
His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. But little prince found there were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
“I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees—and one of them perhaps extinct forever... that doesn’t make me a very great prince...”
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
But he also think the rose on his plant is very different , because she is his rose.
"The rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.""
“My flower is ephemeral,” the little prince said to himself, “and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet, all alone!”
He regret to leave his rose. He miss his flower.
If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, ‘Somewhere, my flower is there...‘
“It is just as it is with the flower. If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a bloom with flowers...”
“You know—my flower...I am responsible for her. And she is so weak! She is so naive! She has four thorns, of no use at all, to protect herself against all the world...”
He miss his rose so much!
“All men have the stars,” he answered, “but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You—you alone—will have the stars as no one else has them.”
Beyond anything that I had dared to hope, It's you, my rose ! my only flower in my heart !
At night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells. There has a little plant on which live a flower and little prince.
2019.11.11 18:30
Shanghai HongqiaoV1
