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第二十五章（第4页）

"

Iamthirstyforthiswater，"

saidthelittleprince."

Givemesomeofittodrink..."

AndIunderstoodwhathehadbeenlookingfor.

Iraisedthebuckettohislips.Hedrank，hiseyesclosed.Itwasassweetassomespecialfestivaltreat.Thiswaterwasindeedadifferentthingfromordinarynourishment.Itssweetnesswasbornofthewalkunderthestars，thesongofthepulley，theeffortofmyarms.Itwasgoodfortheheart，likeapresent.WhenIwasalittleboy，thelightsoftheChristmastree，themusicoftheMidnightMass，thetendernessofsmilingfaces，usedtomakeup，so，theradianceofthegiftsIreceived.

"

Themenwhereyoulive，"

saidthelittleprince，"

raisefivethousandrosesinthesamegarden—andtheydonotfindinitwhattheyarelookingfor."

"

Theydonotfindit，"

Ireplied.

"

Andyetwhattheyarelookingforcouldbefoundinonesinglerose，orinalittlewater."

"

Yes，thatistrue，"

Isaid.

Andthelittleprinceadded:

"

Buttheeyesareblind.Onemustlookwiththeheart..."

Ihaddrunkthewater.Ibreathedeasily.Atsunrisethesandisthecolorofhoney.Andthathoneycolorwasmakingmehappy，too.Whatbroughtme，then，thissenseofgrief"

Youmustkeepyourpromise，"

saidthelittleprince，softly，ashesatdownbesidemeoncemore.

"

Whatpromise"

"

Youknow—amuzzleformysheep...Iamresponsibleforthisflower..."

Itookmyroughdraftsofdrawingsoutofmypocket.Thelittleprincelookedthemover，andlaughedashesaid:"

Yourbaobabs—theylookalittlelikecabbages."

"

Oh!"

Ihadbeensoproudofmybaobabs!

"

Yourfox—hisearslookalittlelikehorns;andtheyaretoolong."

Andhelaughedagain.