Little Prince (French-Chinese Parallel Translation)

Author: (France) Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Translator: Chen Jianwei, Huofeng (France/France)
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: Globally published over 100 million copies, read in forty languages worldwide. The author not only gave this book to innocent children but also dedicated it to adults. Because now adults are the masters of this planet, for the future of the planet, we hope that everyone owns this book and tells it to their own children. He came from a planet with only one flower; he left again, returning to his quiet, beautiful, and unique homeland. For many years, he used his captivating stories in the desolate desert to tell us: this blue planet is humanity's only beautiful home. It is the book that millions compete to read and is in a thousand ways—the Little Prince. This edition is a French-Chinese bilingual version. It is a classic work of French children's literature, narrating the legendary story of the Little Prince leaving his planet to come to Earth, filled with profound meaning. A Little Prince from a small planet in the solar system left alone because of a disagreement with his beautiful, proud rose, traveled between planets, meeting a king, a proud man, a drunkard, a businessman, a lamplighter, and a geographer; finally, he landed on Earth, where he made friends with a fox and gained the truth of life in the Sahara Desert. In the Sahara Desert, a pilot who made an emergency landing met a Little Prince from a foreign planet. This adorable little guy had visited six planets in search of love and friendship, and each of these six planets was inhabited by one person, who was obsessed with power. I don’t have a real friend to talk to, so I lived alone until six years ago, when a malfunction occurred in the Sahara Desert. Something was wrong with my engine. At the time, I had neither a mechanic nor a passenger, and I prepared to complete this difficult repair work alone. For me, it was a matter of life and death. The water I carried was only enough for me to drink for a week. That night, I slept on this desolate desert. I was even more lonely than a victim drifting on a small raft in the vast ocean. The next morning, when a strange little voice woke me up, you can imagine how surprised I was. The voice said, "Please draw me a sheep!" "Hmm!" "Draw me a sheep!" As if struck by lightning, I jumped up. Rubbing my eyes hard, I took a close look. I saw a very strange little creature looking at me seriously. This is one of the best portraits I drew for him later. Of course, he was much cuter than my drawing. It wasn’t my fault. P11