Cupid winks

My sister, six hundred hands, six hundred Titans, were brought back to Tartarus to take care of them. In the tower of hell, only my sister, Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, still has the will to live. ;I have also seen a golden apple fall from the sacred orchard; the goddess of fate weaves the spinning thread of life, and the golden life flows on the golden thread, leaping like a fish; I have seen you, God of Plague, God of Poetry, I have seen you hold Paris's hand and shoot a silver arrow, which pierced Achilles' ankle, Thetis wept by the River Styx, and the first warrior of Greece has since Sleep forever.What destruction in this world is there that I have not seen?So tell me now, will this destruction take my life or all the love in the world?

Apollo sat on a gray rock among a stream of water. After listening to my words, he said to me thoughtfully: "In the song of Pleiades, I saw you before a shepherd, and Artemis told me that you were looking for Hephaestus in the nearby forest for the violets needed for the sword forged for the king of Thessaly, and I came to you."

I said, "Even though the destruction will kill me and take away all the love in the world, people have already remembered my name, and I will come back."

A gust of wind blew, and the corners of Apollo's white clothes fluttered. He hummed along with the wind, and plucked his lyre. The east wind kissed his fingers gently, and the stream began to flow around his ankles. Turn, stirring up a clear spray.I felt an unprecedented peace in this piece of music. I lay on the grass, pillowed on the bouquet of violets I picked, and the fragrance of the flowers surrounded me, and I felt an unprecedented peace.I was a little tired and half closed my eyes.

At this time, a rush of horseshoes passed by.I opened my eyes and looked, and Apollo was also looking in the direction of the sound of horseshoes.A golden light flashed across the woods, and the sound of horseshoes hurried away.

Apollo asked me, "Who is that warrior with the golden helmet on his head?"

I said: "It must be Ares. Since Hermes rescued him from the captivity of the giant for the second time, he has returned to Mount Olympus shamelessly and wandered around here all day long."

Apollo was still playing the lyre, but the music was getting softer, the sound of the water was getting quieter, the touch of the east wind became softer, and a thin layer of mist rose from the water.I sat up and walked to Apollo, the music was too soft, too shallow, which made the peace and tranquility that had been soaring in my heart die down, and was replaced by a kind of eagerness to pluck the heartstrings, bringing A little uncertain and uneasy, vaguely, I seem to see the Apollonius dancing in the untouchable, unspeakable high distance.

Perhaps it was because of the thought of the war and the image of Ares wandering in the forest like a ghost that made me feel uneasy. I said to Apollo, "Several times, I saw him passing by."

Apollo asked, "Did he see you too?"

His long golden hair shone softly in the mist.I stroked his hair and recalled, "Our eyes met briefly," I said, "and I saw Pan speak to him."

I said: "God Pan asked him, Ares, why don't you go to the temple to appease your believers, your departure will cause chaos in this world! In the past thirteen months, everyone has been calm, stable and prosperous." I miss you, a full-time troublemaker, in those days."

Apollo smiled, and I smiled too, Ares, the invincible god of war, from Thrace to Crete, from the Ionian Sea to the Aegean Sea, no one worships, no city, no one God of War who built a temple for him and listened to his oracle, God Pan's sarcasm poked his sore spot, Ares was furious, raised his spear and swung at God Pan, God Pan laughed and jumped into the woods, running endlessly. without a trace.The nymphs in the woods also snickered. Ares, known as the god of war, lost to Athena several times, lost to the giants several times, and was even defeated by the hero of the world, the Greek Diomedes. The god who has been stabbed is accompanied only by failure and disgust.

Apollo said: "God of love and beauty, war will not go with victory. There will never be a winner in war. If people want to believe in victory, they will believe in the goddess of victory."

Apollo said: "People start wars, but they abandon them."

I was a little moved and I said, "This is really sad."

I said: "That evening, God Pan blew on his seven reeds, and the whole Nysa Mountain was surrounded by that sad tune, and the nymphs also began to cry. Every tree was crying, and every flower was crying. There is no stone that does not feel sad, no crack that does not crack the heart, there is no gust of wind that does not weep, and there is no stream that does not shed hot tears. I saw a young man passing by the river crying silently He, too, was affected by the sorrow of Syrencus, and I saw Ares passing by him, alone, terror, trembling, panic and fear not pulling his chariot for him by his side, he looked Still angry, anger burned his pitch-black eyes, burned his pitch-black hair, the flaming torch in Hesperides' hands burned every inch of the evening red, but failed to touch him at all, he was like a black Standing by the river, his voice is also like a ghost's voice, it is so dry, such a rough voice, no amount of mead and nectar can moisten his throat, Ares asked the boy , young man, why do you cry? What took away your strong will?

"The young man answered him, saying, Oh, what a sad song, who will not shed tears when he hears it?

"Aris didn't understand, he wondered, why should tears shed for sorrow? Tears are the shield of the weak. The weeping boy said, this song reminds me of my dead mother. At this time of day, she will Sit under the olive tree and hum a song for us. Ares asked him, why did your mother die? The boy said, because of the war. Ares said, stupid people, then you should not shed tears. How common is it to lose a human life, just like the sunrise, just like the sunset, would you shed tears for the sunrise and sunset? You idiot! The young man was angry and puzzled at the same time, his face turned pale for a while, It turned red for a while, and he asked Ares, is your blood cold? Haven’t your eye sockets been wet? The war destroyed my homeland, and I hate war! I hate it! Ares looked like Very calm, I think, he has heard enough of people's anger and complaints about the war, and it is such a common thing, he is used to hatred and hatred, which calms him down from being ridiculed by Pan. Aroused displeasure, he said, I am Ares, the god of war, and I forbid you to cry because of me now! The young man heard this, threw a stone at him, and ran away.

I said, "Ares, that is the god who knows neither sorrow nor hatred."

I also thought of a story about Ares, and I said: "Once, Athena brought back a long spear from Athens, which was entrusted by the people of Athens to Hephaestus to forge it in order to thank their God of Honesty. Yes, that spear is so beautiful. It has a gold body, a silver tip, and two griffins flapping its wings carved on the tip. This peerless spear dwarfs the spear of Ares. Gods He made a joke about Ares. The irritable Ares couldn't bear the irony and provocation. He wanted to fight Athena with a spear. Athena's chariot smashed Ares' dignity to pieces. Hastily left the temple, only his sister Enyo followed him."

Apollo played beautiful chords and sang: "Ah, Ernio, the loyal goddess of destroying cities, always by the side of the war, a pair of brothers and sisters who are inseparable."

I nodded: "But even Enyo left him. They came from Mount Olympus to the giant's castle. Ares challenged the giant, and the two giants came out to fight. A giant fell, dead vultures hovered over the castle, and Ares fell from the giant's shoulders, jealousy drove Enyo away. He wandered alone on Nysa, and I heard that only Zeng rescued him. Hermes, who twice visited him, came to visit him."

After Apollo pondered for a moment, he asked me: "The belief that everyone in the world must have, the God of Cupid who gives everyone the wonderful purpose of discovering love, can make a princess and a beggar full of malignant sores company, and can make a sage and a beggar a companion. Walking with villains, the most vicious and stupid cowards can find a pair of passionate knees, and love God who sleeps peacefully on it, can't even you see that Ares is worthy of love?"

I was silent.War destroys all that is beautiful, I loathe it, war drinks the blood of destruction, I fear it, war is irritable, capricious, unreasonable, I cannot understand it.I don't love it.

I said, "I can't think of any reason to love it, I can't think of anything worth loving about it, it stinks better than a beggar covered in sores, it's crueler than the cruelest villain, it Worse and despised than a coward, more irrational than the stupidest fool."

The sound of Apollo's piano became a little sad, and my eyes became hot, and I sighed: "This is so sad."

Apollo smiled and said: "If someone is willing to love him, he must also show his side that is worthy of love."

I said: "But the love in the world has always been that only those who love him can see the side of him worthy of love."

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