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小王子英文版---- 点击详情查看英文字幕,练习英语听力的初级教材。喜欢,请点赞。 请关注微信公众号 mfygongzuoshi 获取本专集的 中英文 文本。 《小王子》是法国作家安托万·德·圣·埃克苏佩里于1942年写成的著名儿童文学短篇小说。本书的主人公是来自外星球的小王子。书中以一位飞行员作为故事叙述者,讲述了小王子从自己星球出发前往地球的过程中,所经历的各种历险。作者以小王子的孩子式的眼光,透视出成人的空虚、盲目,愚妄和死板教条,用浅显天真的语言写出了人类的孤独寂寞、没有根基随风流浪的命运。同时,也表达出作者对金钱关系的批判,对真善美的讴歌。

小王子The Little Prince 梦飞扬工作室

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小王子英文版---- 点击详情查看英文字幕,练习英语听力的初级教材。喜欢,请点赞。 请关注微信公众号 mfygongzuoshi 获取本专集的 中英文 文本。 《小王子》是法国作家安托万·德·圣·埃克苏佩里于1942年写成的著名儿童文学短篇小说。本书的主人公是来自外星球的小王子。书中以一位飞行员作为故事叙述者,讲述了小王子从自己星球出发前往地球的过程中,所经历的各种历险。作者以小王子的孩子式的眼光,透视出成人的空虚、盲目,愚妄和死板教条,用浅显天真的语言写出了人类的孤独寂寞、没有根基随风流浪的命运。同时,也表达出作者对金钱关系的批判,对真善美的讴歌。

    01The Little Prince(小王子)01

    01The Little Prince(小王子)01

    小王子英文版01The Little Prince(小王子)01
    - We are introduced to the narrator, a pilot, and his ideas about grown-ups.
    Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was apicture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal.
     Here is a copy of the drawing.
     In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
     I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:
     I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
    But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
     My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly.
     They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this: The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
    So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.  In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them. Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:"That is a hat." Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

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    02The Little Prince(小王子)02

    02The Little Prince(小王子)02

    小王子英文版02The Little Prince(小王子)02
    - the narrator crashes in the desert and makes the acquaintance of the little prince
    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.
    The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:
    "If you please-- draw me a sheep!"
    "Draw me a sheep!"
    I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.
    That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter's career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
    Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to speak, I said to him:
    "But-- what are you doing here?"
    And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence: "If you please-- draw me a sheep…"
    When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
    "That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep…"
    But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with,
    "No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."
    So then I made a drawing.
    He looked at it carefully, then he said:
    "No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."
    So I made another drawing.
    My friend smiled gently and indulgenty.
    "You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."
    So then I did my drawing over once more.
    But it was rejected too, just like the others.
    "This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."
    By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
    And I threw out an explanation with it.
    "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?"
    "Because where I

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    03The Little Prince(小王子)03

    03The Little Prince(小王子)03

    03The Little Prince(小王子)03----点击详情查看英文字幕。
    - the narrator learns more about from where the little prince came
    It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.
    The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much too complicated for me), he asked me:
    "What is that object?"
    "That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane."
    And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly.
    He cried out, then:
    "What! You dropped down from the sky?"
    "Yes," I answered, modestly.
    "Oh! That is funny!"
    And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
    Then he added:
    "So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?"
    At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded, abruptly:
    "Do you come from another planet?"
    But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:
    "It is true that on that you can't have come from very far away…"
    And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.
    You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
    "My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"
    After a reflective silence he answered:
    "The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house."
    "That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during the day, and a post to tie him to."
    But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:
    "Tie him! What a queer idea!"
    "But if you don't tie him," I said, "he will wander off somewhere, and get lost."
    My friend broke into another peal of laughter:
    "But where do you think he would go?"
    "Anywhere. Straight ahead of him."
    Then the little prince said, earnestly:
    "That doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!"
    And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added:
    "Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far…"

    • 4 min
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    04The Little Prince(小王子)04

    - the narrator speculates as to which asteroid from which the little prince came
    I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!
    But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets-- such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus-- to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325."
    I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.
    This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.
    On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.
    Grown-ups are like that…
    Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.
    If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
    If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!"
    Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.
    They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.
    But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep…"
    To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.
    For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…
    It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to t

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    05The Little Prince(小王子)05

    05The Little Prince(小王子)05----点击详情查看英文字幕
    - we are warned as to the dangers of the baobabs
    As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little prince's planet, his departure from it, his journey. The information would come very slowly, as it might chance to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I heard, on the third day, about the catastrophe of the baobabs.
    This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked me abruptly-- as if seized by a grave doubt-- "It is true, isn't it, that sheep eat little bushes?"
    "Yes, that is true."
    "Ah! I am glad !"
    I did not understand why (怎么是敏感词啊?)it
    was so important that sheep should eat little bushes. But the little prince added: "Then it follows that they also eat baobabs ?"
    I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on the contrary, trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away with him, the herd would not eat up one single baobab.
    The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

    "We would have to put them one on top of the other," he said.
    But he made a wise comment:
    "Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."
    "That is strictly correct," I said. "But why do you want the sheep to eat the little baobabs?"
    He answered me at once, "Oh, come, come!", as if he were speaking of something that was self-evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem, without any assistance.
    Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived-- as on all planets-- good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds from good plants, and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, one must destroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it.
    Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. A baobab is something you will never, never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet. It bores clear through it with its roots. And if the planet is too small, and the baobabs are too many, they split it in pieces…
    "It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on. "When you've finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobabs, at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes which they resemble so closely in their earliest youth. It is very tedious work," the little prince added, "but very easy."
    And one day he said to me: "You ought to make a beautiful drawing, so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them if they were to travel some day. Sometimes," he added, "there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes…"
    So, as the little prince described it to me, I have made a drawing of that planet. I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is so little understood, and such considerable risks

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    - the little prince and the narrator talk about sunsets

    Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, w hen you said to me:

    "I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."

    "But we must wait," I said.

    "Wait? For what?"

    "For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."

    At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

    "I am always thinking that I am at home!"

    Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

    If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…

    "One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

    And a little later you added:

    "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"

    "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"

    But the little prince made no reply.

    • 2 min

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