The ancient Greek mythology: The Story of Crows

legend has it that the sun god apollo has a crow's favorite lie.

on one occasion, apollo, by mistake, killed his wife, coronis, making an irreversible mistake because the crows lied.

as a result, the crows were punished for turning their beautiful silver and white feathers into black and suffering from constant thirst.

so the feathers of the crows are black to this day, and their voice is deafening.

when the crow died, the angels zeus raised it up into a constellation to warn thee.

apollo had married queen curunice of the beautiful deis saliya kingdom, but he was a human being, a musical god, a prophet and a medical god; he was therefore very busy and had no time for his beloved wife.

so when apollo was unable to stay by the side of courunice, he gave a silver feather, a whispering crow, a mission to convey the condition of courunice to apollo every day.

in one case, the crows were late because they were lazy, causing apollo, who wanted to know the condition of querunis early on, to be angry.

in an attempt to find an excuse, the crow lied about being late because she was worried about whether she should report it.

when he found out about a suspicious man, he immediately shot the arrow out of his head.

apollo, who knew the truth of the matter, took away the power of the crows to speak with anger, turned its silver feathers into black and black, and set it on the dark sky, the crows that shined in the night of spring.

of course, black crows are invisible in the dark night sky, and the stars that form crows are some silver nails that place crows in the sky.

the legend is that humans have been raging for a long time to return the bottle to them.

the fairies get their headaches, but his principle is never to spit when they get their hands on them.

so he came up with a way to find the four servants around him, and he said, "i'm going to give the bottle back to the bottom, but you're going to compete with them as human beings." whoever wins back the bottle, i'll give him a year's paid vacation." the four servants face each other, moving forward from their oldest red noses and making a humble request.

"o god above all, before we leave, use your unmatched power to protect your servants." god smiles and extends his hand to his servants, and no one notices that a raven flies outside the glorious temple of gold.

god gave it back to mankind.

the four servants split up and headed for the bottle.

the increased protection of god has made it easy for them to defeat the enemies of humanity.

it seems that they will soon be able to complete the mission of god.

humans soon discovered the power difference between red noses, blue noses, green noses and orange noses and humans.

they began to worship the mighty athletes and opened their throats for their ultimate victory.

it's bad luck to lament their rivals, godThe servants head up towards the ultimate goal.

Blue nose is the easiest route, and he splits the branches of the way and runs fast to place the bottles.

He's too fast to be able to catch a sparrow that is responsible for the transmission of the live to people outside the field.

How can he use the microphone if he flies with two wings? At last, when the sparrow was resting in panting, a black figure passed over her.

A crow — no one knows why there is a crow here at this time — circled twice over the head of the blue nose with an unexpected light gesture, and said with a solemn voice, “O servant of God, may the power of God be with you.” The bright words are still raging in the woods, but the blue nose has already stepped into a pit that does not know when to appear under its feet and disappears outside your eyes.

The red nose is running so fast that this time it must be done first.

He ran so fast that all his opponents were left behind.

That's when a crow appeared on his head.

Buddha was the voice of a sudden and impervious guest, using instant-moving high-magic magic, whose words of prayer were stopped on the head of the red nose.

At the moment when it gathers its wings, the red nose is suddenly tripped to the roots of the tree that is stretched out, and it falls down.

Poor red nose can only lie down and think, "I hope nothing happens to green nose." This thought has not been turned, and the crow has spoken out, "God, bless your servant's green nose, and bless him for fighting and winning the bottle for you." When he saw the crows flying, he knew that his brother's green nose was finished.

The blue noses in the pit, the red noses that fell and the green noses that fell in the water in mysterious ways, prayed to God, and their voices finally reached the ears of God.

God was shocked and opened the glass and saw the crows dancing on the head of the orange nose.

Orange noses themselves do not know that and are still working hard.

After the crow opened his mouth and cried twice, the land in front of the orange nose suddenly became a swamp.

In time, God declared a spell that turned the swamp back into a road, and the orange nose in it ran with joy.

God put a sweat on it.

The effects of such prayers are unique to a lame wizard who always runs counter to expectations.

In honour of the great achievements that make me sweat, rise it up into the sky.” The orange nose that eventually held the bottle did not know that his victory was due to the addition of a constellation in the sky.

That's the legend of crows。