Chapter 19 Echoes in the Valley
After that, the little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes, which came up to his knees. And he used the extinct volcano as a footstool. “From a mountain as high as this one,” he said to himself, “I shall be able to see the whole planet at one glance, and all the people…”
But he saw nothing, save peaks of rock that were sharpened like needles.
在那之后，小王子爬上了一座高山。过去他所知的高山只是那三座与他膝盖齐平的火山。他把那座死火山当做脚凳。他对自己说：“从这么高的山上极目远眺，我能一眼就看完所有星球和所有的人……”
但是他除了尖尖的石头外，什么都没看到。
“Good morning,” he said courteously.
“Good morning — Good morning — Good morning,” answered the echo.
“Who are you?” said the little prince.
“Who are you — Who are you — Who are you?” answered the echo.
“Be my friends. I am all alone,” he said.
“I am all alone — all alone — all alone,” answered the echo.
“What a queer planet!” he thought. “It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them… On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak…”
“早上好……早上好……早上好，”声音在山谷回响。
“你是谁？”
“你是谁……你是谁……你是谁？”声音回响。
“我们做朋友吧，我很孤独，”他说。
“我很孤独……孤独……孤独，”声音回响。
“真是个奇怪的星球！”他想，“这里干燥，东西尖尖的，气候艰苦、可怕”。而且这里的人没有想象力，他们无止境地重复你对他说的话……而在我的星球上我有一朵小花，她总是抢先讲话……”
