话不多说，今天刚刚翻了序？姑且叫序，哈哈
TO LEON WERTH
I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up.
I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world.
I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children.
I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold.He needs cheering up.
If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew.
All grown-ups were once children——although few of them remember it.
And so I correct my dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
献给 LEON WERTH
我希望能够得到那些可能读这本书的孩子们的宽容
因为我把这本书献给了一个成年人
一个重要的原因是
他是我在这个世界上最好的朋友
另一个原因是
这个成年人知道任何事情，甚至是关于孩子们的书籍
第三个原因
他生活在法国那个让他感到又饿又冷的地方
他需要高兴起来！
如果这些理由都不足够的话
我想把这本书献给那个已经长大了的孩子
每个成年人都曾经是个小孩
只不过很少有人记得罢了
所以呢
我想更正一下我的致辞
献给
当年的那个小男孩
LEON WERTH

翻得不好的那些，希望吧里的各位帅哥美女可以指出不足，批评什么的我都可以接受，因为我想进步
只是翻了想找个地方发出来，至少有动力一些希望大家不要介意
也可以完全无视我，让我自娱自乐
不定期更新

第一章来了
话说要不要买本中文版的来对照一下呢

纯手打，楼主先去缓缓眼睛
这个排版，我觉得能看的也要去缓缓眼睛了哈哈

话说字太多了么，给吞了两次

Chapter 1
Once when I was six years old I saw a manificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture 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 mounths that they need for digestion."
I ponderd 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, arithmatic and 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-ips 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 distinguis 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 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 tha hasn't much inproved 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 woud 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

第一章
在我6岁的时候，曾经看过一本叫做《大自然的故事》的书，是关于一片原始森林的。里面有一张图片让我印象深刻，一只巨蟒正在吞食一只动物！那幅画大致是这样的。
那本书写着：“巨蟒会将它们的猎物整个吞下，无需咀嚼。接着巨蟒就无法再移动了，它们需要躺整整六个月的时间才能把猎物消化掉。”
我想象在丛林里的冒险。接着用我的彩色铅笔画了我的第一幅画，我的作品1号，看起来是这样的：
我把我的杰作给大人们看，接着问他们我的画有吓到他们吗。
但是他们说：“吓到？为什么有人会被一顶帽子吓到？”
我才不是画的一顶帽子呢，这是一幅巨蟒在消化一头大象！但是因为大人们始终无法明白我画的是什么，所以我决定再画多另一幅：我把巨蟒里面也画出来了，这样的话大人们就能看得一清二楚了。他们经常需要别人把事情解释一遍，我的第二幅画大概是这样的：
这次，大人们跟我说，先把画放到一边，巨蟒的里面还是外面都不重要，你应该把精力放在地理、历史、算术和语法上。这就是为什么，在我6岁那年，我就放弃了那个可能会很崇高的职业——画师。作品1号和2号的失败让我感到气馁，大人们永远无法明白他们自己的任何一件事情。而对于一个小孩子来说，如果什么事情都要解释给他们听的话，那就太累了。
所以我换了另外一个职业，一名飞行员。我已经飞去过了世界上的一些地方，而且对我来说，地理知识真的非常有用。只要瞥一眼，我就能分清中国和亚利桑那州。如果你迷失在夜里，这些知识就显得非常重要。
在我的一生中，我遇到过许许多多很关注事情重要性的人。我和他们相处融洽，亲密交谈，但却没有改变我对他们的一些看法。
每当我遇到他们中一个看上去很聪明的人，我都会做一个实验。我把我一直保留着的作品1号拿给他们看，并且希望能找到一个真真正正能够看懂的人。但遗憾的是，无论是男的还是女的，他们往往都会说一句：
“这是顶帽子！”
然后我就会闭上嘴巴，不再去谈关于那个巨蟒，原始森林和星星的故事。我会把自己降到和他一个水平，愉快的和他谈论桥牌、高尔夫球、政治和领带。接着，他会很高兴能遇到一个如此聊得来的人。

第2章翻译的有些久呀，太多了
不知道发不发的出来呢

Chapter 2
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 littel voice. It said:
"If you please---draw me a sheep!"
"What!"
"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 examing me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming that 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 thousandmiles 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 frome 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 astouded to hear the little fellow greet it with,
"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very well. 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 indulgently.
"You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is aram. 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?"
"Why?"
"Because where I live everything is very small..."
"There will surely be enough grass for him." I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."
He bent his head over the drawing:
"Not so small that----Look! He has gone to sleep..."
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.

话说我前几天特意弄了个公众号发，不知你们有没有兴趣咧
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越来越看不懂了= =

Chapter 4
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 ahouse!
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 sall 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 anumber. He might call it, for example,"Asteroid 3251."
I have serious reasons 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 astronmer, in 1909.
On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the Inthernational Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish coustume, 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 coustume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again. 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. Grown-ups love figures. 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 dose 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 bricl, 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 sat:"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 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 take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemeblance to its subject: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, not good, not bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.
In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to frow old.

打出来太杂了
我就直接发链接吧
第六章
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