After reading it, neither the regret for the hero's shortness nor the praise for the glory of homecoming can be compared to the anger at the hypocritical villain of Paris. Knowing that it would bring disaster to his own city-state, he still refused to listen to his brother’s advice to take Helen away secretly; The soldier approached the city and said he took the trouble and volunteered to fight in the city, but when he was dying, he abandoned his promise and held his brother’s long legs.
He was rescued by his brother and ran into the city amidst the turmoil, leaving behind the soldiers and elder brothers who bore the consequences for him.
In a duel under Hector, Achilles was dragged away. The king and sister-in-law, even Helen, had eyes full of pain. Only Paris and Hector's infant baby were as calm and indifferent. Do you remember who accompany you in a duel in the city? Who accompanies you to perfidy and break the rules of the duel when you are dying? Troy falls, and keeps fighting, but he bows his bow and shoots a few arrows in the general’s "save yourself" Turn around and run away. To Achilles who came to save the priestess specially. Paris took advantage of the chaos and fired four arrows in a row. The sword in Achilles' hand never hurled at him. What heroes are short of breath and long in love with children, it is clear that heroes are short of breath, and villains have long lives. I am not outraged to survive, I only hate that Paris is obviously cowardly and afraid of death but has to make a glorious appearance of standing up and taking responsibility. Obviously he ran the fastest everywhere. I don't despise love, I only dislike Paris as a child who doesn't know the responsibilities and responsibilities, and has nothing but identity. All the so-called sacrifices are just the responsibility of others. Thinking of the sentence that you are now the prince of Troy, you can't help but feel sad for this ancient city-state. The soldiers who fought blood to protect the city felt sad. The flames of war and mourning are intertwined here, and the secret road leads to the unknown world outside. Helen and Paris were on the trail with rocks on both sides, and they did not forget to smile at each other as they trek. Like two mandarin ducks that finally got rid of their shackles, they can finally get entangled in peace of mind. But what I think of is the scene of Adam and Eve being driven out of Paradise. In addition to the "together" exchanged by the blood and flames, there is also the fate of original sin that awaits them.
Finally, I remembered that Hector had said that he did not like armor, wanted to watch his son grow up, and wanted to watch him being chased by a group of little girls. I heard that there was a laurel tree in front of the Temple of Apollo. If you can harvest the cassia twigs and break the branches to form a crown, this laurel crown is none other than Hector!
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