英中英44_What is most important is invisible_林_乐明无念

I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation ofthe sands. When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told usthat a treasure was buried there. To be sure, no one had ever known how to findit; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it. But it cast an enchantment overthat house. My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart..."Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars,the desert-- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!""I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and setout walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that Iwas carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there wasnothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his paleforehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and Isaid to myself: "What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is mostimportant is invisible..."As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile, I said tomyself, again: "What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who issleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower-- the image of a rose that shinesthrough his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he isasleep..." And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need ofprotecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by alittle puff of wind...And,as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak.