passion and courage On the bank of the river, the first peach tree bloomed; in the world, another couple got married.Listen, who is singing: The peach blossoms are shining brightly. "The demon boy and girl, play in the meander of the river. Or shake your hands, or wash your bare feet." Seeing this sentence accidentally, my heart beats.He and her, the young Qingyi, reminded me of a newborn peach blossom. Near the gurgling river, the boy raised his face.When the sun shines, his face is like a peach blossom drawn from a branch. Although it is not as full and moist as it was later, it is more beautiful because of its innocence, and it is not stained by wind and dust.The beautiful girl next to her suddenly lost her color because of this, and became a foil.

I think, in Greek mythology, Adonis, the beautiful man in the world loved by Aphrodite, the god of love, possesses exactly this kind of beauty that cannot be gazed at but cannot be moved.When you see him, you will think of all the beautiful and short-lived things in the world. The God of Love bestows all kinds of flowers that symbolize love to the world, but he is the peach blossom in the heart of God of Love.Adonis loves hunting, running in the dense jungle and chasing his favorite prey.What the tender and tender human boy loves is the intense sports that contrasts sharply with his appearance, galloping through the mountains and forests, and hunting prey.

What he hides and yearns for in his heart is the bravery, conquest, and freedom that a grown man possesses.Apparently, Adonis didn't want to be protected as a pet or a delicate child.Hunting is his way of insisting on proving his ability. Aphrodite, the god of love and beauty, is a symbol of glamorous youth and eternity.When she was born from the sea, the fierce waves were stilled, and the storm stopped.The world was silent for her arrival and was overwhelmed by her beauty. At the feast of the gods, she proudly appeared in the form of light. She enlightened all things in the world, making them fragrant, colorful and full of vitality.She makes ignorant men and women in the world know how to enjoy the sweetness of love.She is the object of love of the gods, but she focuses only on Adonis.

For Adonis, Aphrodite can endure all the hardships and sufferings that did not belong to her.She accompanied him, haunting the sunless jungle, where the stench formed by the rotting beasts and plants could not dissipate for many years, forming a miasma that permeated the surroundings, making it suffocating. Danger looms.What made Venus suffer the most was the ominous premonition that flickered in her heart from time to time.She had a presentiment that Adonis would die, that it was a doomed catastrophe.Only by staying by his side, never leaving, can she help him avoid the bad luck of death.

But one day, Aphrodite had to return to Mount Olympus.Before leaving, Aphrodite told Adonis to be careful, but Adonis still didn't know what Cupid was referring to.Breaking away from the care of Venus, as if breaking away from the protection of his mother, he even felt an unprecedented pleasure surging in his chest, and freedom was calling him, so he ran even more unscrupulously in the jungle. Adonis found a wild boar, how could the frivolous boy easily let go of the prey in front of him?He wants to prove his bravery and ability.Eros' admonitions are taken for granted.The eager teenager is unaware of the imminent danger of death.As a result of being eager to prove, Adonis stabbed the wild boar with a gun, and was killed by the counterattacking wild boar.

When the restless Aphrodite returned to the world, what she saw was the tragic state of Adonis who had been bleeding all over the ground and died for a long time.The thorns and stones pierced the soles of Cupid's feet, dripping with blood, winding the confused road of searching.Even more unspeakable than the physical pain was the irreparable, unspeakable regret after the loss of a loved one, which flooded her like a stormy wave endlessly and repeatedly. From the moment I heard the news, the tears never stopped flowing.The radiant face of Cupid was dulled by sorrow.At this moment, who can share her despair and helplessness?She can dominate the love of men and women in the world and bring them hope, but she can't avoid the sorrow caused by the loss of her own love.

How can I not miss the boy in my memory?Because you are irreplaceable, there is nothing to talk about if you lose you.Nothing in the world could comfort her.Gods suffer more than mortals.Although it can be predicted, it is powerless to change the tragic fate that befell itself.Knowing that the ending cannot be changed, but still going on hopelessly... Then, waiting anxiously for the ending to come. There is such a happy decision in Greek mythology. In the face of fate, no one or god can be absolutely superior. Aphrodite kissed Adonis, his golden curls and pale face, he had lost his blood-colored peach-scented lips.Wherever Cupid walked, the dripping blood turned into roses—deep love and pain gave birth to the flower of love, wrapping the thorns under delicate and complex petals and fragrance.

In this story, Eros is like an infatuated girl in the world. Facing the accidents of life, she has nothing to do except cursing this damn fate.Sweetness, happiness, and hurt are short-lived compared to the pain of losing a loved one. Love is worth pursuing, but happiness is always fleeting, and it is pain that will never be forgotten.Perhaps this is the revelation left by Eros to people, and it is the expression and condensation of her own pain. Perhaps, at the moment when she saw Adonis' body, she wished she was a hunting goddess, so that she could protect him, keep him from being harmed, and live by her side.

Her thoughts of Adonis are everywhere.His eyes, bright as the morning star, can dispel the mist of the jungle.His occasional smile can make spring blossoms in front of her eyes.His figure left on the water can make the river sweet, clear and cheerful. The river flows gently over the insteps and palms.Frolicking by the river, we spent carefree time together.The beauty of youth, regardless of gender, has a calm, budding tenderness. First love, not to be disturbed, so enchanting, just like the first blooming peach blossom.The test that the first love must face is as severe and fatal as the subsequent experience.If you start out grateful for the wonderful sensations that befall you, you must be prepared to feel the pain of loss.Just as we rejoice in the blooming of flowers, we must face the decadence and sadness of broken branches and leaves.

The greater the love, the deeper the pain.There is no way out for this pain except to accept it yourself, to hope that one day it will be let go and relieved after going through thousands of mountains and rivers. Now, when I read some tactful poems, my heart is always sad after joy, because I can already grasp the pulse of sadness hidden under joy.Some words do contain magical power, and they make people feel low at a glance, for example: "The peach blossoms are shining brightly. The son returns home, suitable for his family." Forever and ever, it is not that there is no such thing as growing old with one's son, but that there are too few of them, and those who lie in the middle are more bounded by life and death.No matter how resolute life makes a person, even if you are fully armed, when these soft words like spring water overflow, they can still make people lose their armor and armor.The heart, unknowingly softens and relaxes.

"A son returns home, suitable for his family." What a gentle and powerful word.Time turns slowly, and the face grows old, but it always exists there steadfastly.Time has cooled it and strengthened it, it cannot be destroyed, it can only be renewed forever.Every time, I accidentally saw it, and it was still shining brightly in my eyes. Reminding, don't feel that you are getting old, you must leave a piece of fragrant land deep in your heart, on which there are fragrant grasses all year round, falling flowers and dyeing clothes.I still remember the feeling of being moved for the first time, holding hands for the first time, kissing lightly like a butterfly for the first time, leaning against each other for the first time, and saying that we want to be together for the first time. Peach blossoms will finally bloom again, in March and April in Yangchun, scorching land, all over the mountains and plains, burning like fire, but softer and more persistent than fire.The one you want to marry at this time may not be the "little bride" who played in childhood; nor is it the person who once thought it was him who would not marry. The ignorant people were tricked by the illusion, and Taohua smiled, and quietly teased the love-loving people who were eager to try.Like that song celebrating the newlyweds.In fact, the peach blossoms are just the footnotes of the wedding, and the protagonists are the men and women in red dresses.It's just that the peach blossoms bloom so well and delicately that we all thought it was the main character. The soft old days have never been fossilized in memory.For a long time, it was artificially sealed.Then, at a certain threshold, it gushed out.It's just that now, except for yourself, no one knows how turbulent your heart is.The predecessors always have to return. Back then, you and I made friends with each other without risking our lives.I thought that you were my protagonist forever.After a long time, I realized that I was just a footnote to your fate. We all longed for more, so we went our separate ways.It's best to forget each other two by two, and each is safe in the end of the world. Really, really, never mention it.No one is right or wrong. Young and frivolous.Accidentally stopped, moved, impulsive, made a wish to love and stay together.It took a long time to realize that it was just the scenery of each other passing by.Since it is destined to be a passerby, please treat it as a misunderstanding when we first met. Love is over... Time flies like water, no one should mention it again.