Essay on the mythical story of the moon of the four hundred and five crosses

The story of the goddess of the moon in Greek mythology.

There are many poignant legends about the moon, but there is one myth that touches me the most......

Artemis, the goddess of the moon in ancient Greek mythology, is the sister of the sun god Apollo, very beautiful, but also a very powerful archer, in charge of hunting, every day she drives a silver carriage in the night sky, representing the night together - cold, lonely, and the path of the dead, among the Greek gods she is the patron saint of one of the few unmarried girls - she herself is also unmarried, there is a sad story in this.

Oreon, the son of the god of the sea, was very fond of archery, was a good hunter, and liked to run wild on the surface of the sea every day. By chance, he met Artemis, and due to their common hobby, they soon fell in love with each other and loved each other, often hunting together in the jungle and running wild on the sea.

But the goddess's brother Apollo hated Oreon and didn't like her being with him, so he decided to get rid of him. One day, when Oleon was running on the sea, Apollo covered Oleon with a golden light and hid him so that no one could see Oleon's true face, and then he went to encourage his sister Moon Goddess, who was fond of archery, to use the golden object in the distance as a target. The goddess, of course, did not know that this was a conspiracy of her brother, and shot an arrow that hit Oleon in the head.

When she learns that it was her sweetheart who was shot to death, she falls into despair and cries day and night.

In order to cherish her love for Oreon forever, she asked Zeus to lift Oleon into the sky, hoping that she could see it as she ran through the sky in a silver carriage. Zeus accepted her request and turned Oleon into a constellation in the sky - Orion. The goddess swore that she would never marry, and that she would always accompany Oleon in the night sky.

The beautiful goddess of the moon, the guardian of the faithful maiden, like the bright and beautiful moon, are you now snuggling up to your lover?

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, except that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about that, but I still think about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I feared, the more I couldn't avoid it.

I didn't dare to look at the teacher's bloodshot eyes, I didn't dare to look at the pitiful score, I couldn't believe that this was the result of how many days I had worked hard, but I had to believe that the poor score was in front of my eyes, and I failed.

The moonlight was bleak, like flowing water, and fell silently on the table, reflecting my paleness. I think of my parents, who may still be working hard; reminds me of the figure of my parents getting up early and working in the dark, so thin; I thought of my parents' tanned faces in the sun, the wrinkles carved on their foreheads by the merciless years, and the chapped hands; Thinking of the concerned words of parents and the expectant legs before each departure; I remembered all the people who cared about her. ...... nowI feel ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen high; Inside the window, it's still the same. Painful memories that make me feel so tired. I looked up, trying to stretch my brain.

Suddenly, a tall, straight figure burst into my eyes. I looked at it again, and it turned out to be the aspen outside the window, the aspen that had survived after repeated storms and snowstorms, it was taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Marie Curie, Edison, General Wellington, ......A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts, and I shivered and cleared my mind a lot:

No, I must not retreat, I will take back the first that was once mine. Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, everything in the past can only be reduced to zero, I want to start again, face failure with a new attitude, and meet the next challenge.

The tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body, I turned on the light, and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the tear-soaked test paper, wiped away my tears, picked up my pen, and began to summarize in earnest, looking for the reasons for the failure......I'm going to let this failure be my motivation to move forward.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured out for thousands of miles, the stars came out at some point, and I blinked mischievous eyes, and a bright smile appeared on my face.