[Greek Mythology] The Love of Persephone

"Persephone, my dear daughter, where have you been?"

In front of a glorious temple on the Olympus Mountains stood a goddess with tears in her eyes and a sad face.She was Demeter, the goddess of fertility, the god of the harvest.She was always so solemn and majestic on weekdays, but now she is like an ordinary mortal mother, saddened by the disappearance of her beloved daughter.

Demeter had beautiful golden hair, like the sheen of a rich ear of wheat.The beautiful hair, which always fell in waves over her shoulders, had lost its brilliance at this moment, as had her haggard, brooding face.

Even the most hard-hearted person could not help but be moved by her sorrow and sorrow, and the bunch of wheat ears that symbolized the abundance of the world in her arms also withered quietly.Demeter accidentally made it touch the golden stick held in his right hand, and the ear of wheat turned into cold gold.Seeing this scene, the goddess of abundance cried even more sadly.

"My daughter, my most beloved Persephone! Why don't you consider my mother's heart, but you are fascinated by the beauty of the world, and you linger for a long time! Daughter, it's not that I don't want you to taste freedom. Joy! It is the oracle of the Great Mother Goddess Gaia that makes me feel uneasy. The Goddess of the Earth has predicted that you will be separated from me forever. Can I really not keep you? Daughter, my most beloved daughter! Mother I would rather imprison you in the temple than suffer the human tragedy, my daughter, Persephone!"

At this time, only smelling the fragrance of hundreds of flowers, the goddess of spring, Persephone, dressed in a white robe and with brilliant blond hair, came out of the clouds and mist and came to the front of the temple.There was still a sweet smile on her face, but she couldn't help being surprised when she saw the weeping mother, and hurried forward, tightly grasping the arm of the goddess of abundance.The goddess of spring asked:

"Mother! Why are you so sad and troubled? What has your poor daughter done to make you so sad? Mother, mother, cry no more. Persephone is at your side, and I beg you Come on again! Tell me, what can I do for you?"

The Goddess of Plenty stroked the brilliant blond hair that the Goddess of Spring had inherited from her, and burst into tears.She hugged her most beloved Persephone and said sadly: "Persephone! My unfortunate and poor daughter. You know how much my mother is worried about losing you! My daughter, forgive me for my painful and selfish love." Have you forgotten the prophecy of the goddess of the earth, you can't let yourself suffer such a tragic fate! Persephone, promise me, stay in the temple and don't go out again."

Persephone was leaning on the shoulder of the goddess of fertility, but she couldn't help but raise her head after hearing the last words.Her eyes, as clear as the sky, were now saturated with sorrow, and it was so heartbreaking to gaze at her mother.

"Mother!" said Persephone mournfully, "you need not apologize for loving me too much, for I love you as much. But my mother, listen to my words Sentence: Nothing is easier to make it come true than obeying a prophecy. If the final chapter of destiny has been written, then the previous struggles will instead become the foreshadowing of the ending. Why should I give up my joy at this moment for the illusory prophecy? Furthermore, if the prophecy must be fulfilled, no matter what method it takes, it cannot be stopped. In this case, why not let my life before the doom come to be a little more glorious and joyful? Mother, you are love Mine!"

"Persephone, my Persephone..." Weeping, the goddess of fertility could hardly answer.She said sadly: "Daughter, how can I not know these truths. Your poor mother, has witnessed the irreversible fulfillment of many prophecies, and now this bad luck has finally come to my daughter? But, even the smallest ants will Struggling with hope, forgive your weak mother for this futile attempt! Because she can't fight the inner instinct. Your mother only wants to protect you, even if fate is destined not to resist, she can't bend her knees to offer you .Persephone, my daughter, you have grown up—if you want to play in the world, go, and mother will never hinder you."

"Mother..." Persephone raised her head full of joy, but when she saw Demeter's tearful face, she couldn't help feeling sad again.She murmured: "Mother, I will not let myself be taken away."

"Stupid child." Demeter looked at her, smiling sadly, "My dearest Persephone, remember to always be careful and pay attention everywhere! Misfortune and bad luck are often hidden in the shadow of dark clouds, delicate and pure The young girl will not pay attention until the rain pours down. Dear Persephone, don't let your poor mother suffer the pain of losing you, please be vigilant of the disaster! Persephone!"

"Mother!" Persephone threw herself into Demeter's arms and sobbed, "Thank you for your kindness full of sacrifice! No matter what kind of kindness is supreme kindness, you imprisoned me for loving me, and now because of Love me and let me be free, I don't know what to say. Mother, I will come back. Nothing can take me from you but immortal death!"

"Persephone..." The goddess of abundance put her arms around her daughter and called her name in a low voice, but the ominous premonition in her heart became more and more serious.She forced a smile, and said: "When you go out for fun, don't forget to bring the water fairies with you. Your poor mother can't bear to have no news from you. But if you go out with the clever Hermes—"

"Mother!" Persephone raised her head from Demeter's arms, her face flushed with embarrassment, "Mother, how do you know?"

The goddess of abundance smiled lovingly, and said in a reproachful tone:

"My dear Persephone, do you think that your mother was a careless woman? No one but the wise and eloquent Hermes could have said the words you just persuaded me to allow you to travel. Come out. My gentle and pure daughter, who has a voice like a nightingale, is not eloquent. Persephone in love, why do you lie to your mother? Herme, messenger of the gods Os, clever, pleasing god of eloquence, to whom your mother would gladly have entrusted you."

"Mother—" Persephone's face flushed with embarrassment, "Today is the first time I meet the brother who protects the merchant." But when she said this, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes shone brightly, and her eyes were as white as jade. On the skin, the blush is shy and sweet, but it is unmistakable.Her voice was as soft as a pool of spring water, and the infinite tenderness and sweetness turned into the sweetness of bee jelly. The goddess of spring responded shyly: "Please don't say that, mother."

Demeter smiled and said nothing, but she stopped teasing her beloved daughter.This pair of mother and daughter who are in charge of grain and spring held hands in this way and walked slowly towards the temple.