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第十九章（第3页）

它上面全是干巴巴的、尖尖的，险峻并且令人生畏，人们一点想象力都没有。

他们只是重复别人对他们说的话……在我的家乡，我有一朵花。

她总是自己先说话……”

Chapter19

Afterthat，thelittleprinceclimbedahighmountain.Theonlymountainshehadeverknownwerethethreevolcanoes，whichcameuptohisknees.Andheusedtheextinctvolcanoasafootstool."

Fromamountainashighasthisone，"

hesaidtohimself，"

Ishallbeabletoseethewholeplanetatoneglance，andallthepeople..."

Buthesawnothing，savepeaksofrockthatweresharpenedlikeneedles.

"

Goodmorning，"

hesaidcourteously.

"

Goodmorning—oodmorning—Goodmorning，"

answeredtheecho.

"

Whoareyou"

saidthelittleprince.

"

Whoareyou—Whoareyou—Whoareyou"

answeredtheecho.

"

Bemyfriends.Iamallalone，"

hesaid.

"

Iamallalone—allalone—allalone，"

answeredtheecho.

"

Whataqueerplanet!"

hethought."

Itisaltogetherdry，andaltogetherpointed，andaltogetherharshandforbidding.Andthepeoplehavenoimagination.Theyrepeatwhateveronesaystothem...OnmyplanetIhadaflower;shealwayswasthefirsttospeak..."