一位飞行员因飞机发生故障被迫降落在撒哈拉沙漠中，遇见了可爱的小王子。小王子来自一个很小的星球，那里有一朵玫瑰花，小王子很喜欢她，可是却不懂如何爱她。他厌倦了玫瑰的自夸和对他无休止的要求，离开了自己的星球。他去了许多不同的星球，遇到了国王、虚荣的人、酒鬼和商人等，后来到了地球，邂逅了落难的飞行员。小王子爱提问、爱看日落，他要求飞行员给他画一只绵羊，并带飞行员找到了沙漠中的清泉。一年的旅行中，小王子从未停止过对玫瑰花的思念，他决定重新返回自己的星球。临别时，他把笑声作为礼物送给飞行员。分别六年后，飞行员写下这个故事，以表达自己对小王子深深的怀念之情。
「小王子（英文版）」读后感2000字
推荐大家去看李继宏译本里面的导读，对作者的生平以及作品背景简单了解下，他写的很深刻也非常有趣。
整本书的主旨显然就是：What is essential is invisible to the eyes.
我想要理解的几个点，1是日落这一意象，看到有个人对于Sunset日落这一意象的解释是：sunset means hope for another day. after the sunset, a new day begins.是说日落象征着新一天的希望，作者故乡法国沦陷的二战背景下，这一理解我觉得是十分合理的。
2是最后沙漠里的那口井，作者喝井水的时候想到了圣诞节，这一点是在说明其实是精神饥渴而不是身体。His thoughts of Christmas ceremonies suggest that his spirit, and not his body, is what truly thirsts.
真的真的，文学理解很费脑，但也很有趣，上面2点都是看到别人的分析，我目前还无法做到自己推出来。但是我们总要试一试
《小王子》这本书呢对我最开始的吸引就是那些简单但唯美的意象，我们都觉得自己像小王子吧，我们认为自己特别，我们把我们喜欢的东西看作玫瑰、狐狸、日落，其实每个人都可以是小王子啦。带着圣埃克苏佩里的美好想象一起在这世界看日落吧
如下是在外网摘的一些理解，觉得写的还不错：
Le Petit Prince draws unflattering portraits of grown-ups as being hopelessly narrow-minded. In contrast, children come to wisdom through open-mindness and a willingness to explore the world around them and within themselves. The main theme of the fable is expressed in the secret that the fox tells the little prince: “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly: what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
“All grownups were once children … but only few of them remember it.” This is not an exercise in nostalgia or the desire to retreat the past. Rather, it is an embrace of all that has gone into making up a full grown being. We ought not to forget that we are rather rare creatures , made up of imagination and memory and dearly-won virtues. The past is part of who we are.
“I have lived a great deal among grownups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.” Adults aren’t disappointing because we have grown bigger, or obtained jobs, or taken on responsibilities. We are disappointing because for many of us these pursuits have taken on a disproportionate importance. We see people as statistics, education as functional, food as fuel, clothing as utilitarian, books as unecessary luxury, and religion as morality. We vastly value what we can experience with the senses.
The rose, for Saint-Exupery, represents love, the way in which we tame each other and allow ourselves to be tamed. It is this invisible virtue that makes one, single rose special. It isn’t the flower itself, after all, there are fields and fields of roses out there. By outward appearances, a rose is like any other rose. So how is it different? It is the invisible bond of love.
“People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”
In order to have a truly perfect love, we are required in a way to become children again and learn to whole-heartedly trust and give all we have to the beloved. It isn’t as simple as retreating to childhood, though, because love brings with it responsibility. Again, we aren’t talking about sentimentality. Love is dangerous;
I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.
If we care for one another, we deny ourselves for their sake, even if this means we sometimes get hurt. It is worth the risk because the only other alternative, as Pope St. John Paul II argues again and again, is to treat every other person as an object. The cost of not daring to love is to miss the point of our existence entirely. It is to see a field of roses, objects that are nice enough but fairly common. Snap a picture and move on. Stop and linger, though, and the hidden meaning unfolds. Each rose is unique through the sacrificial love it is given. This meaning spills over into the entirety of the world. If we see with the heart, enchantment follows in all that we encounter;
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
We shape and bring order to creation: a rock pile becomes beautiful, a drawing of a hat reveals that it is actually a boa constrictor with an elephant inside, and even the most harsh, forbidding climes reveal their hidden glory. The desert is a deadly place, arid and inhospitable, and yet even the desert holds a secret,
“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”