[Greek mythology] The troubles of Adonis

If the patron saint of marriage is called, and the queen Hera speaks a few words from the bottom of her heart, she, who has suffered so much, will definitely regard marriage as a cover for power desire, a collection of sighs, and a deep desire.For Hades, the god-lord of the underworld, he is used to hearing the cries and pleadings of souls who don’t give up the blood of relatives and friends in the world, and he sits on gorgeous gold wealth day after day but never appreciates it.Sin surrounds him, but he is free from filth.He strictly enacts laws, straightens disciplines, captures hidden souls, and explores tiny cracks. He is an omnipotent wise ruler, but he has suffered a lot and suffered enough setbacks in the capture of love.

I heard a willing confession of tenderness from the mouth of the Queen of Mings. It is a rare treasure that I have longed for, a treasure that I have been searching for, and a delicacy that I have been looking forward to. At this moment, it has become a sudden shower, and it is soft and soft. Hard soil and mud.

"If you don't stop here," Pluto pressed the plant god who was staring at him tenderly on the grass sleeping bed, and said in a low voice, "I will make you cry."

Having said that, after cunningly announcing his imminent act of forgetting love, without giving the queen of the underworld the slightest chance to repent, her increasingly dexterous lips and tongue slowly invaded with joyful and surging affection, and she won the promise of the heart key, coral color How could the door be blocked unknowingly?The white teeth also dropped their armor, and opened the warm inner room unsuspectingly, allowing the greedy visitors to plunder the sweet and sweet scent, and the unblocked breathing was also swallowed up.

The fiery caress loosens the loose robes, the cold and slender fingers are just an ordinary medium, and the closeness of the skin makes the flaming flames who are in love have an intimate entanglement.The turbulent ocean is impatient to widen the reserved mountain stream, just like a youthful and passionate boy who can't wait to knock on the door and enters the room of the person he likes, or like a cluster of shiny arrows on a bowstring ready to go.If you say reluctantly.Love is the surrender to violence, which will give birth to cold hatred, and the combination of love and affection is the continuation of beauty, which will give birth to eternal happiness.

The shallow puddles have been overflowed, and the downpour is still not enough.When an overly generous guest insists on giving generously, no hospitable host can handle it.Pluto fully fulfilled his promise, the generous giving followed by the slow intrusion, the thick honey poured into the vessel was continuous, and the tears mixed with pain and joy flowed gurglingly.The sacred marriage vows show off their glory through the long stretches of London, the pure springs lie shamelessly on the riverbed that will never dry up, the guardians pick up the long-awaited essence of flowers, and the hungry greedy for the carefully cooked soup.

If the offspring of Kronos were by their nature to indulge in pleasure, as his stoic, self-disciplined, ruthless eldest son, he was virtually doomed.Clay pots and porcelain bottles may often hide the boiling oil of desire with a heavy silence, and the rebellious horse that has got rid of the bridle does not listen to the owner's scolding and competes for the favorite spouse. Once the winner relaxes his vigilance, he is overwhelmed by the strong desire, and the weak and boneless lover's arms dare to fight against the majesty of the stern-faced king, until the horn of the triumphant return is sounded, and the war-loving general dies thought.

Ordinary women can do whatever they want if they want to go on a blind date, but the noble king's rubbing together will attract unknown prying eyes. Fortunately, when the hair is messy and tied together, at this time, the vast land of the dead ruled by Hades is surrounded by whispering greenery. of the people.Love and marriage covenant are interdependent bed and mattress, pen and ink, farm and crop, worm and cocoon, hour and clock, king and queen.Love makes the fleeting time sometimes speed up and sometimes go backwards, the ignorant child has a mature appearance, and the old man regains his youth; love can reverse the day and night, fill the cold lair with warmth and tenderness, and the hand that makes the cold judgment is careful soothing.

The dark and quiet dome does not let the sun tremble the fragile souls of the dead, and it also makes the days so long that it is impossible to tell.Adonis' eyelids were trembling, but his fingertips were too tired to lift a single bit.He is a rare bead box that has been emptied, and the thieves still do not give up; he is a poor flower that has been sucked up, and the dedicated bees are still wandering; Unyielding; a warbler intending to sleep soundly, constantly disturbed by feeders obsessed with singing; a shopkeeper whose goods are sold out and closed doors to thank customers, with uninvited customers rummaging wantonly; , tremblingly accepting the title award; it is the beeswax softened by the heat, carved on it by the tireless carving knife.

"My lord," his eyelids were closed wearily, his long black eyelashes cast a weak and moving shadow, and his moist eyes were misty.He vaguely noticed that the vigorous husband was covering his body again, begging: "If you want to take pity on me, let me play with Sleep. I will neither change my mind in a blink of an eye, nor coax you to quit Just close the gate, and I will not blame you for being unable to help yourself. No matter how capable the army is, it should not be fighting endlessly, and the gesture of retreat should have appeared long ago. Banana leaves injured by heavy rain will heal on their own, and no matter how good the plaster is, Can't get rid of the pain. And the most insatiable picker won't touch the root, let me close my eyes."

Hades paused slightly, and couldn't help but leaned over and kissed deeply on the slightly parted lips, and gently stroked the slightly salty crystal pearls with his fingertips.Nestling in his arms is a masterpiece that is even more ingenious than that of the painter, and it is a magnificent neon color that cannot be painted even after trying to mix the paint.He stared at his wife earnestly, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes gradually ushered in the clouds clearing, the fog clearing, and the ice and snow melting.Finally, he replied in an incredibly soft and pleasant tone: "As you wish."

Adonis, who was finally able to fall into a deep sleep at ease, naturally had no way of knowing that just a few days later, a small white flower that looked exactly like its brother quietly poked its head out from the top of his hair, shyly budding.He moved the official business to the bed, and Hades, who was guarding him all the time, immediately noticed it.He pondered for a while, and simply called their only son Styx to the bedroom.

Since being beaten up by the Father God without asking why, and sternly ordered not to approach the Mother God alone, Styx felt that he had become the most lonely migratory bird, but there was no spring to look for.At first he was granted a pardon, but he was surprised and came full of doubts.

"King of the undead gods, my father Hades," Styx frowned tightly, seeing his mother goddess sleeping, "You asked me to come here by name, is—"

Before he finished speaking, Hades interrupted him, and immediately said with a pleasant expression that made him feel extremely horrified: "Let you take a look at my brother."

Styx: "..."