“有刺的也吃。”
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:"You mix everything up together... You confuse everything..."He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
他的脸变红了，接着说道：
小王子气得神采发白。
"A mushroom!"
"Matters of consequence!"
“端庄事？”
“你说话就和那些大人一样！”
我不晓得该如何答复。那会儿我正忙着要从发动机上卸下一颗拧得太紧的螺丝。我发明机器毛病仿佛很严峻，饮水也快完了，担忧能够产生最坏的环境，内心很焦急。
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
"I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: ‘I am busy with matters of consequence!‘ And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man― he is a mushroom!""A what"
“我甚么也不以为！我是随便答复你的。我可有端庄事要做！”
“那么刺有甚么用呢？”
“那么刺有甚么用呢？”
“连有刺的花也吃吗？”
“它碰到甚么吃甚么。”
我没答复。我当时想的是，如果这颗螺丝再和我作对，我就一锤子敲掉它。小王子又来打搅我的思路了：“你却以为花……”
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...
Chapter 7
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentleman’s sums And if I know― I, myself― one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing― Oh! You think that is not important!"His face turned from white to red as he continued:“If some one 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... ’ But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!” He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.