"Good morning," said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
"Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.
"We are roses," the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
"She would be very much annoyed," he said to himself, "if she should see that… she would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was nursing her back to life-- for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she would really allow herself to die…"
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees-- and one of them perhaps extinct forever… that doesn't make me a very great prince…"
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
都说人的成长有三个阶段，
第一个阶段认为自己独一无二，年少轻狂；
第二个阶段发现自己原来如此渺小，沮丧失望；
第三个阶段，虽然普通，但不甘于平庸，更加热爱这个生活。
希望你也是，
繁华过后，
纯真依然。
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