Who knows the myths, stories, and customs about the sun?

In human history, the sun has always been the object of worship by many people. The ancestors of the Chinese nation revered their ancestor Yan Emperor as the sun god. In ancient Greek mythology, the sun god is the son of Zeus (the king of gods).

Greek Sun Mythology

The sun god Apollo is the son of the god Zeus and the goddess Leto. The goddess Hera was jealous of the love between Zeus and Leto and cruelly persecuted Leto, causing her to wander around. Later, a floating island called Dros finally took Leto in, and she gave birth to the gods of the sun and the moon on the island with difficulty. So Hera sent the python Pito to kill Leto and her son, but failed. Later, Leto and her son had good luck, Hera was no longer their enemy, and they returned to the ranks of the gods. In order to avenge his mother, Apollo used his perfect arrow to kill the giant python Pito, which had brought endless disasters to mankind, and eliminated harm to the people. Apollo was very proud after killing the giant python. When he met the little god of love, Eros, he ridiculed that his little arrow had no power, so Eros shot Apollo with an arrow burning with the flame of love, and with An arrow that could drive away the spark of love shot the fairy Daphne to cause them pain. In order to get rid of Apollo's pursuit, Daphne asked her father to turn herself into a laurel tree. Unexpectedly, Apollo was still infatuated with her, which moved Daphne very much. Since then, Apollo has used laurel as an ornament, and the laurel crown has become a symbol of victory and honor. Every dawn, the sun god Apollo would board the sun chariot, pull the reins, hold up the divine whip, patrol the earth, and bring light and warmth to mankind. Therefore, people regard the sun as a symbol of light and life.

Norse Sun Mythology

The god of fertility, prosperity, love, and peace, the king of the beautiful fairyland Alfheim. It is said that he and Balder are both the god of light, or the sun god. His elves do good deeds all over the world. He often rides a wild boar with a golden mane to patrol. Everyone enjoys the peace and happiness he has bestowed upon them. He has a sword that shines brightly and can fly through the clouds and mists. He also has a pocket magic ship that can carry all the gods and their weapons if necessary.

Chinese Sun Myth

In Chinese classical poetry, the image of the sun not only appears frequently, but also involves rich content. Its origins can be traced back to primitive sun worship, and later gradually derived various meanings such as imperial power, family warmth, short time, and separation and separation.

Hou Yi shoots the sun It is said that in ancient times, the king of the poor country in the Xia Dynasty was a handsome man named Hou Yi. Hou Yi was not only handsome in appearance, but also talented in both civil and military affairs. He knew everything about astronomy and geography, was proficient in strategy and martial arts, and was especially good at shooting arrows. Under Hou Yi's wise governance, the poor countries prospered and became powerful in all directions. People have enough food and clothing, live and work in peace and contentment, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, presenting a rich and peaceful scene.

After Hou Yi finished handling the affairs of state every day, he took his beloved bow and arrows (I heard that these arrows were given by the gods) and went to the archery range to practice. Day after day, year after year, he never failed. intermittent. His archery skills have reached a point where no one can match him.

The days pass in peace and happiness, and poor countries are becoming more and more prosperous. Just when people were immersed in happiness and satisfaction, suddenly disaster struck from the sky.

It was a day in midsummer. That morning was no different from other days, but at sunrise, ten suns rose in the east at once. People looked at everything in front of them and were stunned. Everyone knows what it means to have ten suns hanging in the sky. Immediately, there were cries and prayers. People tried every means to pray to God for mercy and take back the extra nine suns, but all to no avail. Day after day, the crops in the fields gradually withered, the water in the river slowly dried up, and the old, weak, sick and disabled fell one after another... Hou Yi looked at everything in front of him, his heart was pounding, but there was nothing he could do. He was heartbroken, anxious, and increasingly haggard. One day, he was so sleepy that he just closed his eyes and suddenly dreamed of an old man with a white beard. The old man instructed him to make nine archery targets into the shape of the sun. He aimed at the bullseye every day. After practicing for seven or forty-nine days, he could shoot. The sun set in the sky, and told him not to make this matter public, and that it would not be known until the fiftieth day. Hou Yi opened his eyes and was overjoyed. He immediately started making an archery target. After the target was made, he took his arrows and hid in the mountains, practicing day and night. On the fiftieth day, after the news came out that the king was going to shoot the sun, the spirits of the people struggling on the verge of death suddenly cheered up, as if they saw the hope of life. People were afraid that Hou Yi's arrows would not hit the sun, so men, women, old and children braved the scorching sun and built a tower several meters high in the shortest time, and carried war drums to cheer for Hou Yi. Hou Yi climbed up the stairs step by step amid the deafening sound of drums. Behind him were countless pairs of longing and expectant eyes. Around him was the land groaning in pain. Above his head was the blazing and arrogant sun. He told himself that he could only succeed and not fail. Although he knew that he was taking a road of no return, he had no regrets in order to save the suffering people.

Finally reaching the top of the building, Hou Yi looked back at his subjects and his palace for the last time, then raised his head, raised the arrow in his hand, and slowly drew the bow. "Whoosh", there was a loud sound, and the sun that was hit fell down and disappeared without a trace. The audience cheered, and the sound of shouts and drums penetrated the sky.

Hou Yi worked hard, drew his bow repeatedly, and shot down seven more. There were only the last two suns left. At this time, he was exhausted, but he knew that there could only be one sun left in the sky. If he gave up at this time, it would mean that all his previous efforts had been wasted. He raised the arrow again and used all his strength to shoot down the ninth sun. Then he fell to the ground and never got up again. Everything returned to its original state, but the brave and respectable Hou Yi closed his eyes forever...

The nine suns that were shot fell to nine different places. One of them fell to the edge of the Yellow Sea and created a lake, which later generations called Sheyang Lake. Soon, a river flowed out of Sheyang Lake, and people called it Sheyang River.

Myths and legends about the sun in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"

In the far southeast sea, there is a country called Xihe. There is an extremely beautiful woman named Xihe in the country. They are all bathing in the sun in the abyss. The sun will be polluted after passing through the night. After Xi He's washing, the polluted sun will still be as bright as before when it rises the next day. This Xihe is actually the wife of the legendary ancient emperor Di Jun. She gave birth to ten suns, and let these ten suns take turns on duty in the sky, bringing light and warmth to the world. The starting place of these ten suns is very desolate and remote. There is a mountain there. There is a hibiscus tree on the mountain. The tree is three hundred miles high, but its leaves are as big as mustard seeds. There is a deep valley under the tree called Tang Valley, which is where the sun bathes. After they finished bathing, they hid on the branches and rubbed themselves. Every day, the one at the top rides a bird and cruises the sky, and the others climb up one after another, ready to set off...

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