其实一开始的时候飞行员也是不能与其沟通的。比如小王子让飞行员给他画一头羊，飞行员的第一反应是他自己不会。所以画了一头巨蟒吞一头大象的画。小王子能够识别出来。

小王再三央求他please draw me a sheep。最开始画的是一头年迈的山羊 ，后来又画了几次，小王子都不太满意，于是飞行员说他很忙，忙着修他的飞机。小王子为此求了他好多次。最后还是给他画了个盒子，说小羊在盒子里，这是全靠想象。这个场景其实在孩子的世界经常发生，过家家就是如此的。我老板的孩子4岁的小女孩选择简笔画的时候知道那些在笑，哪些可爱，也知道如何给每一只动物穿上靴子，裙子，带上皇冠 和蝴蝶结 。孩子的世界永远充满想象。

小王子问飞行员花儿长刺儿的作用，飞行员不耐烦的说毫无用途。急的小王子都哭了。跟飞行员吵起来。认为他是跟其他大人一样，整体说自己有正事儿大事儿要忙。其实就是不关心周围而已。

还有一次冲突是飞行员认为小王子不需要喝水，不能理解缺水的意义。小王子说 water is good for heart。其实也是小王子的让步。

整个互动来说，小王子其实是更迁就飞行员的，他们的沟通在于小王子的天真无邪与不计较。这和父母与孩子之间一样。父母打了孩子一顿，孩子还是会来找父母撒娇的。

这一段是小王子与飞行员讨论花的刺儿时的情景。感觉很精彩呢。

"A sheep," I answered,"eats anything it finds in its reach."

"Even flowers that have thorns?"

"Yes,even flowers that have thorns."

"Then the thorns—what use are they?"

I did not know.At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine.I was very much worried,for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious.And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

"The thorns—what use are they?"

The little prince never let go of a question,once he had asked it.As for me,I was upset over that bolt.And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

"The thorns are of no use at all.Flowers have thorns just for spite!"

"Oh!"

There was a moment of complete silence.Then the little prince flashed back at me,with a kind of resentfulness:

"I don't believe you!Flowers are weak creatures.They are naive.They reassure themselves as best they can.They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons."



I did not answer.At that instant I was saying to myself,"If this bolt still won't turn,I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.

"And you actually believe that the flowers…"

"Oh,no!" I cried."No,no no!I don't believe anything.I answered you with the first thing that came into my head.Don't you see—I am very busy with matters of consequence!"

He stared at me,thunderstruck.

"Matters of consequence?"

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...

"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.

"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?"

"A mushroom!"

The little prince was now white with rage.

"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 bitesome 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 someone 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.The night had fallen.I had let my tools drop from my hands.Of what moment now was my hammer,my bolt,or thirst,or death?On one star,one planet,my planet,the Earth,there was a little prince to be comforted.I took him in my arms,and rocked him.I said to him:

"The flower that you love is not in danger.I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep.I will draw you a railing to put around your flower.I will…"

I did not know what to say to him.I felt awkward and blundering.I did not know how I could reach him,where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place,the land of tears.