little Prince

Chapter 25

Today is the eighth day since my accident in the desert.

I listened to the little prince tell this story about the merchant, and drank the last drop of water I had prepared.

"My friend, these memories of yours are really beautiful and amaze me. However, I haven't fixed my plane yet, you see, my water bottle is empty, and I have no water to drink, which means I will die of thirst. .If, as you say, I can also meet the businessman, and I can use the 53 minutes at my disposal to leisurely walk to the spring, I will be very happy."

The little prince said to me: "My friend little fox..."

"My little friend, why are you talking about foxes now!"

"Why can't you tell me?" The little prince looked at me puzzled.

"Because we're dying of thirst in the desert."

The little prince still didn't understand my thoughts, and he replied, "I think even if I'm dying, it's good that I had a friend! I'm just happy that I had a fox friend."

"The little prince doesn't realize the danger." I thought to myself, "he never knows what hunger and thirst are. In fact, as long as there is a little sunshine, the little prince can be very satisfied..."

He looked at me and answered my thoughts, "Actually, I'm thirsty too. Let's find a well."

I showed a very impatient look—actually, I can’t be blamed for it, it’s really absurd and dangerous to blindly look for a water well in the vast desert.But we searched anyway.

When we had walked silently for many hours, it was dark and the stars began to shine brightly.I started to have a fever because I was thirsty.I look at these stars and feel like I am in a dream.The words of the little prince danced in my head.

"Are you thirsty too?" I asked him.

Instead of answering my question, he just said to me:
"Actually, water is also good for the heart."

I didn't understand what he meant, maybe I was too tired to make a sound, and I didn't know how to ask him.

After a while, the little prince was tired, so he sat down.I sat down beside him.The two of us were silent for a while, and he said: "Look, the stars in the sky are very beautiful, because there is a flower on it that people can't see..."

I replied, "Of course." And I could only silently look at the sand in the desert under the moonlight.

"The desert is beautiful too," he added.

At this point it does.I have always loved the desert, sitting alone on a sand dune where I can't see or hear anything.However, there is something unspeakable that silently shines in my heart...

"What makes the desert more beautiful is that somewhere in a corner of the desert, there is a well hidden..."

I was amazed and suddenly understood why the desert glowed in my heart.When I was a little kid, I lived in an old house, and the house had a legend that a treasure was buried somewhere in the house.Of course, no one ever found this treasure, and probably, no one even looked for it.However, this treasure casts a layer of mystery over the whole house.My family's house hides a great secret in its heart...

I said to the little prince, "Yes, whether it is a house, a star, or a desert, what makes them beautiful is invisible! What is essential is invisible to the eye."

"Oh, my friend, I am so glad that you think as well as my fox," said the little prince.

Afterwards, we chatted for a while, and the little prince fell asleep from sleepiness, so I held him in my arms and started on the road to find the water source again.I was so excited.It was like holding a fragile baby, as if there was nothing more fragile on earth than the little prince in my arms.I looked at his pale cheeks, his closed eyes, and his blond hair blowing in the wind by the moonlight, and I said to myself: "What I see is only the appearance, the most important thing is to see nothing." of……"

I lowered my head and saw a smile on his slightly parted lips, and I said to myself again: "What touches me most about this sleeping little prince is his loyalty to his flower. It was the image of the rose that flickered in his heart. This rose, even when the little prince was asleep, shone brightly on him like the flame of a lamp. This is the power of faith. It is also the power of love."

At this time, when I looked at the little prince in my arms, I felt that he was even more fragile. I should protect this flame, and not let a gust of wind blow it out...

In this way, with this belief, I walked slowly, and finally found the well at dawn.

(End of this chapter)