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...
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.
我不懂他的话是甚么意义，可我也不作声……我非常清楚几次查问他是不成能的。
"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...
我答复道：“是的。”然后我就不再多说甚么，只是冷静地看着月光下戈壁的起伏的波浪。
“即便将近死了，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欢畅……”