SoIlivedmylifealone,withoutanyonethatIcouldreallytalkto,untilIhadanaccidentwithmyplaneintheDesertofSahara,sixyearsago.我就这样孤独地生活着，没有一个能真正谈得来的人，一直到六年前在撒哈拉沙漠上发生了那次故障。Somethingwasbrokeninmyengine.我的发动机里有个东西损坏了。AndasIhadwithmeneitheramechanicnoranypassengers,Isetmyselftoattemptthedifficultrepairsallalone.当时由于我既没有带机械师也没有带旅客，我就试图独自完成这个困难的维修工作。Itwasaquestionoflifeordeathforme:Ihadscarcelyenoughdrinkingwatertolastaweek.这对我来说是个生与死的问题。我随身带的水只够饮用一星期。Thefirstnight,then,Iwenttosleeponthesand,athousandmilesfromanyhumanhabitation.第一天晚上我就睡在这远离人间烟火的大沙漠上。Iwasmoreisolatedthanashipwreckedsailoronaraftinthemiddleoftheocean.我比大海中伏在小木排上的遇难者还要孤独得多。Thusyoucanimaginemyamazement,atsunrise,whenIwasawakenedbyanoddlittlevoice.而在第二天拂晓，当一个奇怪的小声音叫醒我的时候，你们可以想见我当时是多么吃惊。Itsaid:"Ifyouplease–drawmeasheep!”这小小的声音说道：“请你给我画一只羊，好吗？”What!啊！"Drawmeasheep!"“给我画一只羊…”
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