Foreword
The Little Prince, a fairytale belongs to everyone who was once young, also impressed a lot on me to a great extent. As a matter of fact, whether the hero is alive or dead in the end of the original tale, to me, is really no longer significant. But, what counts is that I’ve successfully find such a secret place through that book, namely the land of tears, beliefs, friendships, innocence and so forth. And as follow is my own fairytale adapted from it, conveying my inner admiration to Antoine de Saint-Exupery, thanks for taking me to that unbelievable ideal world. As you’ve written, what is essential is invisible to the eye, it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
If I try to describe him, the little prince here, it was to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. notwithstanding, I never saw him again for more than 30 years since that unforgettable day. My little prince(perhaps now a king or somebody else), must return to his planet accompanying his favorite flower with my drawing of that sheep as well as the muzzle, I thought about this oftentimes, did he remember me and the memory between us two? Maybe! I usually told myself like that, yet still expected something astonishing to be happened in my life.
I was in my 30s, having a cute 6-year-old daughter whom I always called little princess. She liked my telling everything concerning the little prince to her, for there must being a lot of interesting details she can fell about. She loved little prince so much as I did, even can she try some way to imitate the hero of my story deliberately, for instance, she began to look at every sunset like the little prince had ever done believing which was also her quietest pleasure among all kinds of entertainments. Sometimes I did not understand exactly how does she think about the world, in return, she also showed me a similar confused emotion toward grown-up people. Thus, I cannot help but think one day, she might told me that your grown-ups are certainly altogether extraordinary as if she had thought it for 30 years. Anyhow, I merely hoped that she could have great forbearance toward us, just like myself at that age.
One day, coming excitedly my daughter told me that she visited the planet B612 by accident and saw the little prince watering his only rose on it last night. She said she introduced herself to him and knew he missed me so much but he needed to take care of his friends, a rose and my gift sheep. She added that the little prince wanted she convey his apology to me and would welcome my visiting to him whenever I got time. I wanted to say many words at that moment when my little princess stood in front of me, but spoke out none. I hugged her with tears, since then, I recognized that there was many a little prince in this world, you tried to find one, and the one belonging to you would appear in your life.
My little prince, he had a special rose, because of her he met with me, and because of her he left me alone. After 30 years, I found my own special rose, she was my darling daughter, such a proud flower, always bringing me a great deal of astonishments and reminding me of those innocent memories. Hence, I finally understood the little prince’s disappearance, in this universe, no one could resist the temptation of his own planet, the stars were so beautiful, precisely because of a flower that cannot be seen.