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Daedalus of Athens was the son of Metion, the great-grandson of Erectheus, and a native of Erec. He was a great artist, an architect and a sculptor.

People all over the world admired his artwork and said that his statues were creations with souls, because the masters of the past had the statues close their eyes and their hands attached to their bodies, hanging down limply.

He was the first to have the carved figure open its eyes, stretch out its hands forward, and spread its legs as if walking. Daedalus, however, was a man of vanity and jealousy. This shortcoming tempted him to do evil and led him to a miserable situation.

Daedalus had a nephew named Talos. Talos learned from him, and he was more talented than Daedalus, and was determined to achieve even more. As a child, Talos had already invented the potter's spinning wheel, using the snake's jawbone as a saw, to cut a small plank with serrated teeth.

Later, he built a saw, and thus became the inventor of the saw. He also invented the compass. At first, they joined two iron rods, then let one of them hold in place and let the other spin. He was a man of his own wits and invented other ingenious tools. And he did all this independently, without the help of his uncle.

Thus he became famous and won a great reputation. Fearing that his students would overtake him, Daedalus, in a jealous rage, insidiously pushed him off the walls of Athens and brutally murdered his own students.

When Daedalus buried the body, he was very frightened and panicked, and was discovered, and he lied that he was burying a snake. However, he was still charged with murder and was summoned and tried by the Supreme Court of Athens, Greece. He was found guilty.

But he escaped, in a panic, lost his way in Attica, wandered for a long time, and finally came to Crete. He found King Minos and stayed there. He became a friend of the king and was greatly respected as an artist of great prestige.

The king commissioned him to build a dwelling for the Minotaur, the minotaur, a troll with a minotaur, so that everyone who entered it would feel dizzy and disoriented. Daedalus had a nimble mind and worked hard to build a labyrinth.

The twists and turns in it make the people who enter it dazzled, and their feet involuntarily walked to the fork in the road. Countless aisles crisscross each other, like the meandering waters of the Miander River in Vlikia, which flows backwards and flows backwards, returning to its source.

After the labyrinth was built, Daedalus went in to inspect it, and even he could barely find the exit. The Minotaur was hidden deep in the labyrinth. According to the ancient rules, the city of Athens had to send seven virgins to the king of Crete every nine years as a sacrifice to the Minotaur.

Daedalus, though praised, was reluctant to spend his life on this isolated island because he had been away from home for a long time, always cherished a nostalgia for his homeland, and he sensed that the king did not trust him and lacked sincerity towards him.

He tried to escape. After much consideration, he said happily that though Minos could block my way from land and water, I was unhindered in the air. He began to collect and sort out large and small feathers, putting together the smallest and shortest feathers into long hairs, which looked like they were born.

He tied the feathers with twine in the middle and sealed them with wax at the ends. Finally, bend the feathers slightly to look exactly like a bird's wings.

Daedalus had a son named Icarus. The boy liked to stand beside him and help his father with his little hands. Father listened to him fiddling with his feathers casually, smiling at his clumsy movements. Finally everything is done. Daedalus strapped his wings to his body and tried it. He flew up like a bird, rose gently into the clouds, and then landed again. He also instructed his son Icarus how to manipulate. He had made him a pair of little wings. "You have to be careful," he admonished, "you must fly in mid-air."

If you fly too low, your wings will touch the sea, and if you get wet, they will become heavy, and you will be dragged into the sea; If you fly too high, the feathers on your wings will catch fire from your proximity to the sun. Daedalus said as he strapped his wings to his son's shoulders, but his hands trembled slightly. Finally, he hugged his son and gave him a kiss of encouragement.

The two men flared up their wings and gradually rose into the sky. The father flew ahead, and like an old bird flying with a nestling for the first time, he flapped his wings carefully, and looked back from time to time to see how his son was flying. Everything went smoothly in the beginning.

Soon they reached the skies over Sama Island, and then flew over Delos and Perros. Icarus was elated, he felt that the flight was brisk, and he couldn't help but be proud. So, he manipulated his wings and flew high into the air, but the punishment finally came! The sun's strong sunlight melted the sealing wax, and the feathers that had been sealed together with the wax began to loosen. Before Icarus could see it, his wings had completely spread out and rolled off his shoulders. The unfortunate child had to paddle desperately in the air with his hands, but he could not float, and fell headlong, and finally fell into the ocean, and the blue waves drowned him. dudu1;

It all happened so suddenly, in an instant, that Daedalus didn't even notice it. When he looked back again, he didn't see his son. "Icarus, Icarus!" He had a bad premonition and cried out, "Where are you?" Where can I find you? Finally, he glanced down in horror. He saw many feathers floating on the surface of the sea. Daedalus hurriedly gathered his wings and landed on an island, setting them aside, his eyes wide and hopefully searching.

In a moment, the raging waves pushed his son's body onto the shore. Oh, my God! Talos, who was killed by him, took revenge for this! The desperate father buried his son's body. In honor of his son, the island where Icarus' body was buried was called Icaria.

With grief, Daedalus continued to fly. He flew to Sicily, where King Cocaros ruled. Just as he was entertained by Minos on the island of Crete, he was also treated here with great hospitality and as a distinguished guest.

His artistic genius surprised the local residents. There he built water conservancy, built artificial lakes, and carried water down rivers to the nearby sea. At the top of the steep mountain, where there was a dangerous place where it was impossible to climb and attack, and even the trees could not grow, he built a strong city on it, and built a sheep's intestine path that spiraled up to the top of the mountain. Such a castle can be guarded by only three or four people, and it is as solid as a rock.

King Kokalos chose this impregnable castle to store his treasures. The third work that Daedalus completed in Sicily was to dig a deep hole in the ground. He skillfully drew the heat of the underground fire from the cave, so that even a damp cavern was now as comfortable as a conservatory, as if the cavern had a heating device, and people were slowly sweating, but not too hot.

In addition, he expanded the temple of Aphrodite on Mount Erix and sacrificed a golden beehive to the goddess. Daedalus was meticulously carved, and the little honeycombs were almost as real as natural honeycombs.

When King Minos heard that Daedalus had fled to Sicily, he was furious and determined to send a strong force to recapture him. He armed a fleet and sailed from Crete all the way to Sicily. When his army arrived on the island, he stationed there, and then he sent an envoy to the capital, demanding that King Kokalus hand over the fleeing Daedalus.

Cocaros was furious at hearing the outrageous demands of the foreign monarch. He pondered how to eliminate the invading leader in one fell swoop. Cocarros pretended to agree to his request and invited him to the meeting. Minos arrived, and was greeted with great hospitality by Kokalos.

After a long journey, Minos prepares to take a warm bath to relieve the fatigue of the journey. As he sat down in the bathtub, Kocaros had the fire heat up until Minos was scalded to death in boiling water.

The King of Sicily handed over the body to the Cretans, saying that Minos had stumbled and fallen into a pool of boiling water while bathing. Cretan soldiers ceremoniously buried Minos on the outskirts of Agrigent and built a temple of Aphrodite next to his tomb.

Daedalus became a guest of King Kokalos. He trained many famous artists here and became the founder of the indigenous culture of Sicily. Although he was respected and courteous there, because of his son's tragic death in the sea, he was always depressed in his heart, and in his old age he was even more melancholy and distressed. In the end, he died in Sicily and was buried there.

Tantalus was the son of Zeus, who ruled over Sepilos in Lydia and was known for his wealth. Because of his noble birth, the gods held him in high esteem.

He could dine at the same table with Zeus without avoiding the conversation of the gods. But his vanity made him unworthy of the heavenly blessings, and he began to do evil to the gods. He divulges the secrets of their lives; Steal the mead and elixir from their tables and give them to their mortal friends. He hid a golden dog in his house that someone else had stolen from the temple of Zeus in Crete.

Tantalus harbored dirt, refused to hand it over, and stole the golden dog for himself. One day, he invited the gods to his home. In order to test whether the gods knew everything, he had his son Pelops killed, and then roasted and boiled to make a table of dishes for them. Demether, the goddess of cereals, was distracted at the feast by her longing for her daughter, Persephone, who had been snatched away, except for a slight taste of a shoulder blade out of politeness. The other gods had already seen through his ruse, and threw the torn boy's limbs into the basin. Croto, the goddess of fate, removed him from the basin and brought him back to life, but unfortunately a piece of his shoulder was missing, which had been eaten by Demerteer, and he had to make it out of ivory.

Tantalus offended the gods for this. He was a terrible sin and was sent to hell by the gods, where he suffered and suffered. He stood in the middle of a pool of deep water, the waves rolling right under his chin.

But he endured a fiery thirst, and could not drink a drop of cold water, even though it was in his mouth. He bent down and tried to drink from his mouth, and the water immediately flowed away from him, leaving him alone on a flat ground, as if a demon had drained it. At the same time, he was hungry. Behind him was the shore of the lake, and on the shore grew a row of fruit trees, full of fruit, and the branches were bent by the fruit, and hung from his forehead.

As long as he looks up, he can see the **** dripping raw pears, bright red apples, fiery pomegranates, fragrant figs and green olives on the trees. The fruits seemed to greet him with a smile, but as soon as he stood on tiptoe to pick them, a strong wind blew in the air and blew the branches into the air. In addition to enduring these torments, the most terrible pain was the constant fear of death, because there was a large rock hanging above his head, which would fall at any moment and crush him.

Defying the gods, Tantalus was condemned to hell and endured a triple torment for no end. dudu2;

Tantalus blasphemed the gods, and his son Pelops, contrary to his father, was very devout to the gods. After his father was sent to hell, he was driven out of his land by the neighboring Trojan king Iros and exiled to Greece. When the young man had not yet grown a beard on his chin, he had already chosen a wife in his heart.

His wife's name was Hippodamia, the daughter of the kings of Elis, Onomanos and Stelope. It was not easy for this woman to marry, because an oracle had prophesied to his father that when his daughter married, his father would die. The father believed it and did everything possible to prevent anyone from coming to propose to his daughter. He had people put up notices everywhere saying that anyone who wanted to marry his daughter had to race with him, and that only the one who won him could marry his daughter. If the king wins, then his opponent must be killed.

The race starts in Pisa and ends at the Altar of Poseidon in the Corinthians. The king set the order in which the chariots should depart: he first sacrificed a ram to Zeus, let the suitors go first in a four-horse chariot, and when the sacrifice was finished, he began to pursue. His charioteer's name was Miltiros; The king stood on the chariot with a spear in his hand. If he catches up with a competitor, he has the right to stab his opponent to the ground with a spear.

The suitors who admired the young and beautiful beauty of Hippodamia, although they heard of this harsh condition, did not think so, thinking that King Onomanos was old and infirm, and knew that he could not compete with the young man, so that he deliberately let the young man go first, so that even if he lost, he could find a decent excuse for himself. The young men rushed to Elise and demanded that the king marry his daughter.

The king kindly received them one by one and provided them with a beautiful carriage. Four horses are pulled in front, majestic and majestic. He himself went to sacrifice a ram to Zeus, and was not at all in a hurry, nervous. When the sacrifice was over, he boarded a light cart, pulled in front of him by two horses, Fira and Halbina, who ran fast and raced over the strong north wind. He quickly caught up with the suitors in front of him and brutally pierced him in the chest with a spear. Thus twelve suitors died unjustly under his spear.

Pelops came to this seaside peninsula for a marriage proposal, and the island became known as Pelopnasus. Soon he heard the news of the suitor's tragic death in Elis. So he took advantage of the darkness to go to the sea and called out loudly to the powerful patron god Poseidon.

Poseidon came to him in response.

"Great God," pleaded Pelops, "if you yourself like the gift of the goddess of love, then please leave it to me, that I may not be harmed by the spear of Onomanos, and please give me the chariot to reach Elise as quickly as possible, and pray that you will bless me with victory." “

Pelops' invocation took effect immediately, and there was another tumult in the water, and out of the waves was a glittering golden chariot pulled by four winged flying horses in front of it at a speed like flying arrows. Pelops flew into the car and drove towards Elis like a gust of wind. Onomanos was astonished when he saw Pelops coming, for he recognized at a glance that it was Poseidon's chariot.

However, he did not refuse to play with the lad on the original terms. In addition, he was confident in the divine power of his steed. Pelops was very tired after a long journey. He rested with his horse for a few days, and when he had recovered his strength, he rode his horse to the race. Nearing the end, the king, who had traditionally sacrificed a ram to Zeus, chased after him, brandishing his spear and stabbing the suitor in front of him in the back.

But Poseidon, the protector of Pelops, hurried to the rescue. He loosened the king's wheels, and the carriage shattered. Onomanos flew out of the carriage and instantly fell to his death. At this time, Pelops drove four Pegasus to the finish line without any problems. When he looked back, he saw that the king's palace was on fire, and it turned out that thunder and lightning had struck the palace, and it burned so that only one pillar was exposed. Pelops drove to the burning palace and bravely rescued her fiancée, Hippodamia.

Later, he ruled the country of Elis and seized the city of Olympia, which led to the creation of the world-famous Olympic Games. He and his wife, Hippodamia, had many sons. When the sons grew up, they were distributed throughout the territory of Pelopnassos and each established his own kingdom.

Neopa was an arrogant woman, and her husband, Amphion, was king of Thebes. The Muse gave him a beautiful guqin, which sounded so beautiful that when he played it, even the bricks and stones were automatically glued together to build the walls of Thebes.

Niopa's father, Tantalus, was a guest of the gods—before he was sent to hell, of course. She herself rules a powerful kingdom, and she is famous for her beauty and manners.

But what made her happiest and proudest was that she had seven sons and seven daughters. She is regarded as a lucky mother, and is proud of it, but her arrogance has led to death.

One day, Manto, the daughter of the blind soothsayer Tirisias, was instructed by the gods to call out in the streets to all the women of Thebes to come out and worship Leto and her twin children, Apollo and Artemis. She commanded them to wear a laurel wreath on their heads and to offer sacrifices.

The women of Thebes poured out, and Niopa came out with her maid. She wore a robe with gold and silver, which was radiant and beautiful. As the women were sacrificing in the open air, Nioba stood among them, looked around, and exclaimed, with triumphant and proud eyes, "Are you mad to worship the gods of all kinds?" But has the God of heaven really come among you? You have made a sacrifice to Leto, why don't you bow down to me? My father was the famous Tantalus, the only mortal who could dine with the gods.

My mother, Diony, was the sister of Preade. They are all like sparkling constellations in the sky. Atlas is also my ancestor, he was a man of infinite strength who carried the entire celestial body on his shoulders. Zeus is my grandfather, and he is the father of the gods, and all the Phrykhians obey my command. dudu3;

The city of Cadmus, including all the walls, belonged to me and my husband, and they were glued together by us playing the guqin. My palace is full of treasures, and I am beautiful like a goddess. I have given birth to a group of sons and daughters, and who in the world can compare with me: seven daughters who are like flowers, seven sons who are strong in physique, and soon I will have seven sons-in-law and seven daughters-in-law.

Excuse me, don't I have enough reason to be proud? You have disrespected me, but you have dared to worship Leto, an unknown daughter of the god Titan. She could hardly find a place on land to give birth to her children, and only the floating island of Delos took pity on her and provided her with a temporary place to live. She gave birth to two children, which is pitiful, exactly one-seventh of mine.

Can't I be seven times happier than her? Who can not admit that I should be happier, and who can not admit that I should be happy forever? If the goddess of fate wants to destroy everything about me, then she has to be busy for a while, otherwise it will not be so convenient! So you should remove the sacrifices! Spread out and go home! Don't let me see you doing such stupid things! “

The women were horrified to remove the laurel wreath from their heads, remove the offerings, and quietly go home, but their hearts were silently praying in an attempt to appease the wrath of the offended goddess.

On the top of the Kuentos mountain in Delos, Leto took a pair of twin children and saw everything that was happening in Thebes in the distance with a pair of divine eyes. "You see, child," she said, "I am proud to have given birth to you as your mother. I am no less than any goddess except Hera, but today I have been insulted by an arrogant human woman. If you don't support me, I will be cast out of the ancient altar by her.

My children, even you are viciously cursed by Nioba! Forbos interrupted his mother and said, "Don't be angry, sooner or later she will be punished!" His sister chimed in. After saying that, the brother and sister both hid behind the clouds. In a few moments, they saw the walls and castle of Cadmus. Outside the city gate is a wide flat field, which is a martial arts arena for chariots and horses. Seven of Niopa's sons were playing there.

Some rode fierce wild horses, while others engaged in fierce competitions. The eldest son, Ismenos, was galloping in circles on a fast horse, when suddenly, with a lift of his hands, the reins slipped with a snap, and an arrow struck him in the heart, and he fell from his horse. His brother Siperios heard the sound of arrows in the air and fled in fright, but he was still shot by an arrow, killed on the spot, and rolled off his horse. The other two brothers, Tantalus named after his maternal grandfather and Photimos, were wrestling with each other when they heard the sound of the bowstring and were killed by an arrow. Alfino, the fifth son, saw his four older brothers fall to the ground and die.

He rushed over in horror and took the cold limbs of his brothers in his arms, trying to bring them back to life, but he was also fatally shot by Apollo in the chest. The sixth son, Dama Sisiton, a gentle, long-haired youth, was shot in the knee.

Just as he was about to bend down and draw the arrow with his hand, a second arrow passed through his mouth, and he fell to the ground bleeding profusely. The seventh son, still a little boy named Ilionius, saw all this, and hastily fell to his knees, stretched out his hands, and pleaded: "O gods, forgive me! The cry of the cry moved the terrible archer, but the arrow could not be recovered. The boy fell to the ground with a thud and died, but the pain was the lightest.

The sad news soon spread throughout the city. When the child's father, Amphion, heard the bad news, was so sad that he drew his sword and killed himself. The cries of his servants and people shook the heavens, and the sound of mourning immediately reached the inner palace. For a long time she could not understand her misfortune, she did not believe that the gods of heaven could have such power, but it was not long before she understood it completely.

At this time, she was like Niopa in the past. She had just dispersed the women from the altar of the great goddess, and had walked through the city with great pride, but now she threw herself into the field in a panic, and took her son's corpse and kissed them. She stretched out her arms into the air and cried out, "Leto, you cruel woman, look at my misery, you gloat, you should be satisfied." The death of my seven sons will send me to the grave too! “

At this time, her seven daughters came to her in mourning clothes. The wind blew their long hair away, and they stood there in grief, surrounded by seven brothers who had been brutally killed.

When Nioba saw his daughter, a sudden glint of resentment flashed across his pale face, and he looked at the sky obliviously, and said with a sneer: "No, even if I have suffered misfortune, it is better than your happiness; Even if I have suffered a terrible calamity, I am still richer than you, and I am still a strong man! “

Before he could finish speaking, there was the sound of a bowstring in the air, and everyone was terrified, except for Nioba who was indifferent. The great misfortune had numbed her. Suddenly, a daughter clutched her chest, struggled to pull out her arrowhead, and collapsed weakly beside the corpse of a brother.

The other daughter hurried to her unfortunate mother to comfort her, but a merciless arrow struck, and she fell silently. The third was shot to the ground during the escape, and the rest fell one after another to the dead sisters. Only the youngest daughter remained, and she hid in her mother's arms in terror, burrowing under her mother's clothes.

"Leave me the last one," cried out to the heavens in grief, "she is the youngest of her siblings!" But, in spite of her pleading, the youngest child collapsed from her bosom and fell to the ground. Nioba sat alone among the bodies of her husband, seven sons and seven daughters.

She was so sad that she suddenly stiffened: her hair did not move in the wind, her face lost its bloody color, and her eyes stared blankly. Life left her body, blood froze in her veins, and her pulse stopped beating. Nioba turned into a cold stone, his whole body completely hardened, except for the constant flow of tears in his stiff eyes.

A whirlwind blew her into the air and across the sea, all the way to the land of Nioba, resting on a barren hill in Lydia, with the cliffs of Siperios below. Nioba became a stone statue and stood quietly on the top of the mountain, still dripping with tears of sorrow. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.