Cupid winks

Say, "You are the God of love, and you know more about love than I do."

Apollo added: "All I know is that the sun burns in the sky, that the Hesperides polishes the flint, that the curtain of night falls, that night after night men love each other, and night after night they part, love Fickle, unreasonable, inexplicable, you are the fickle god, the unfathomable god, the omnipotent god, you are the answer, the end, you are the laurels that every Greek dreamed of , you are the victory and mead that every Spartan is tirelessly looking for, people will praise you forever, people will hate him forever, people will never be able to separate from him, people will be separated from you again and again, people will be crazy because of him , because of him despair, people are full of hope because of you, but people are also crazy because of you, despair because of you, people provoked one war after another because of you, the Trojan horse is still in legend today burn in."

I was surprised, and a little moved, with many emotions in my heart: "He and I seem to be twin children, as if I should understand him and love him."

Apollo said: "If even Cupid doesn't know how to love him, maybe he will become the only existence in the world who doesn't know what love is."

No, I don't allow this to happen, I don't believe it exists.I question it as Eros.

At this time, it was dark and the moon came out, and I heard Artemis whistle, and her hunt in the forest was about to begin.Apollo put away his lyre, stepped on the stream to the bank, and said to me, "Say hello to Hefidelis for me, I'm going back to Delphi."

I asked him to stop, and I said, "If I can conquer wars, then I am the answer."

Apollo kissed my hair: "If so, then I wish your brilliance shines in all corners of the world, may the gods be surprised and proud of you, and may the poems of love conquering wars be sung by mankind."

He left Nysa and returned to Delphi.And I went to Ares's side. At that time, he was walking by the river with Shiver, I saw three vultures flying low, circling above his head, and I smelled the pungent smell of blood , and when I got close to him, and when I was face to face with him, I could smell the smell of carrion.I looked at him, his clothes were clean and tidy, his face was handsome and noble, he wore gold armbands, and he only held the reins of the horse in his hands, but the vultures made me afraid, and the smell of corruption made me feel at a loss, trembling Black sparks spewed out of his nose from time to time, and I didn't know what to say to him for a while.

At this time, the south wind was blowing by me, she quietly gave me a conch, and told me: "Aphrodite, this is a conch from Rhodes, and the voice of Apollo lives in the conch. will help you."

I put the conch to my ear, and I heard the voice of Apollo speaking, and he said: "God of Venus, don't look around him, don't smell his scent, look into his eyes, smell it." Smell his lips."

I raised my eyes again, and found the eyes of Ares, what a pair of deep and gloomy black eyes!It seems to be filled with 1 black dead souls, [-] painful ways of death, [-] kinds of grief, and [-] kinds of annihilation!At that moment, fear swept over my body, I couldn't move an inch, I wanted to cry, for every person who died in the strife, for every city-state that was destroyed, for his ruthlessness, his incompetence, I couldn't help but despise him , looking down on him, I turned around.Apollo spoke again: "Don't be afraid."

When he finished speaking, I felt like I left my body and I floated into the air.I stepped on the wings of the vulture, flew up to the clouds, and sat down, overlooking the edge of the forest, Ares by the river, and myself, I, Venus, talking to Ares.I even saw that I reached out and stroked my trembling forehead, I trembled, Nan Feng sat beside me, and I asked her: "Is it Apollo in my body now?"

I asked again, "Why would he do that?"

Nanfeng spoke softly: "Goddess, it's hard for me to answer your question. I only know that the gods have innate divinity, not rationality."

What is Apollo occupying my body talking to Ares?

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I misremembered the time, Monday turned out to be the 26th, not the 25th...sorry.

1. Apollo

I said to Ares: "Mortals are always changeable, only the gods are consistent, Zeus is always passionate, Hera is always jealous, and the god of war is always brave and heroic."

I have admired Claucia's hair, I have composed love songs for Molière's hands, I have told Jacintis over and over again that his simplicity is charming.

Just ask the gods and the world, who is not willing to listen to flattery? If you want to love someone, don't hesitate to praise him. If he is kind, praise his kindness; if he is gentle, praise his gentleness; If he is amiable, if he is strong and brave... Please tell him one by one, my love, let him understand his loveliness, let him understand how radiant he is in your eyes.

Ares did not show a look of complacency, nor did he show shyness, his eyes were still gloomy, and his face was still like the thunderstorm in midsummer, as if thunder would fall at any time, no wonder Aphrodite will shrink back and be afraid.But I am not afraid of him, I am the warrior who strangles the giant python, I am the perfect archer, I am not afraid to meet the eyes of the lizard, I volunteer to sail in the sea where countless Charybdis are lurking I hunted ghosts and faced the three-headed dogs of Hades.

For a long time, I looked at Ares, and he looked at me, neither of us spoke, but finally my fearlessness pried his mouth open, and he said: "Goddess, put away your good words Don't waste it on me, did you not laugh at me on Olympus? You are with the victorious Athena, with the golden splendor, everyone is chasing you, tell me if the chases have tired you , you want to have some fun with me?"

As he spoke, he walked away from me, and I called out to him softly, with Aphrodite's melodious voice, but Ares didn't look back, so I followed behind him, with Aphrodite's light voice The steps are as light as the footsteps of music.The skirt of the goddess swept across the green grass, and the grass sang along.The sky is full of stars, and the forest is full of fluorescent lights. It is the nymphs dancing their light insects. In the reflection of the river, there is a goddess with long and thick hair, a golden headband, a graceful and beautiful figure, and a delicate and lovely face.Just ask the gods and the world, who would not fall in love with such a beautiful goddess on such a gentle night.

I called him again and said, "Ares, please accept my apology. We should not laugh at the loser. Both sides in the duel are warriors."

Ares finally looked back at me, his sharp falcon-like eyes cast two guarded lights, and he said: "Just as Hermes is always cunning, Pan is always lustful, and Love God is always full of sweet words."

Ares snorted softly, and his eyes did not move away from me. His eyes were still vigilant and full of distrust. Who did the god of war trust?His mother doted on him, but he stood opposite Hera in the Trojan War, his father despised him, he was the product of Hera and a big snake, and he never failed Olin in the battle against the Titans. Pace brought any victory, but Hermes, who had rescued him twice, was described by him as cunning.

I couldn't help complaining for Hermes: "Although Hermes is cunning, he rescued you twice from the giant's tower. Such friendship should be respected."

Ares snorted again, frowned, and said, "Don't say those nice things." His eyes flashed suddenly, he looked at me, and said, "Goddess of doing nothing, you looked very scared of me just now." Hate me, but now, you've changed."

I said, "I'm not afraid of you."

I said, "It's just that everyone says that the god of war is inaccessible, that he brings disease and disaster."

"Then you are afraid of sickness and disaster?"

"No, I'm not afraid of that either," I said.

Ares showed a puzzled look, and I continued: "I'm just sentimental, I'm afraid of making people tremble, and sentimentality is the same. People created war, but abandoned it. I feel sad for you."

Ares trembled, he turned his head, took two steps forward, and stood under a laurel tree.Tremor stood beside him, staring at me with its dark eyes.I went on to say: "War always has too many tragic colors. If I say I am afraid, it is also because I am afraid that you will be separated from everyone because of your own disaster."

I glanced at the reflection in the small river next to me again, quickly look at this beauty wiping her tears with her hands, and listen attentively to every word that comes out of this bright red mouth!Who will not be moved, whose will of steel will not be melted?

I looked at Ares again, but he was unmoved. This ghost-like god is so stubborn in his unloving heart. I wonder if his divinity lacks the ability to love.War is tyrannical, but in war, there are also heroes who are desperate to die, brave men who sacrifice their lives for righteousness, mothers who protect their children, fathers who protect their families, and lovers who protect their lovers.

Just when I was very puzzled, Ares stepped up and trembled. He looked at me on horseback and said to me: "Don't pity me, don't pity me, don't feel sad for me, glib goddess, Apollo either or not