When myriad ties of sunshine pass through the treetops and spread around my azalea quilt for hours, grilling my little garden to a smell of barbecue, I finally open my eyes. “What time is it?” I whisper to myself, “it is not that late…right?”
“You stupid, it is one pm already.”The cuckoo shouts at me with a disdainful glance.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Why don’t you wake me up!” I groan painfully, grabbing the brown trousers and putting on my green top at the same time.
“If you could give me a chance to wake you up rather than snoring like that pink creature on earth,” the cuckoo’s yell passes through my messy curly hair, straightforwardly hits my tiny ears, “do not forget your flamboyant hairpin! Remember to always smile in the Gods’ Conference! ”
Sorry to show you such a mess for our first encounter. In fact, we have met for thousands of times. I am Asaka, the goddess of oversleeping:). Aha,It’s just a joke! You human always like to make some jokes right? I am actually the goddess of earth, taking care of everything about plants and growing things. Being a farmer of your world is pretty challenging especially when one day in my world equals to a year in yours. Most of the plants need to be taken great care during spring, which would be my morning. And as you can learn from the scene above, getting up early is just a disaster for me. Nevertheless, my waking skills are improving little by little, and I promise that you guys will have a better world soon or later. Appreciating for your cooperation and prayer!
I eventually arrive at the Annual God Conference, which gathers gods and goddesses in all realm together to discuss our working plans. I quietly squeeze myself into the crowds and sit with the other members of my Four Heavenly Kings group. That old man in light blue cloak with long white bear is my boss Agwe. He used to be really handsome and benevolent 2000 years ago, trust me. However, I feel that he has caught some diseases such as Alzheimer since he always forgets his missions and wears like an idiot now. When you blame him for not irrigating the garden of earth enough, he sometimes would become irritating. Maybe his aural comprehension is not as good as the past either. I know, I know, it’s all about time.
Can you see that emaciated boy under a black pointy hat and cloak? He is not Harry Potter! He is the god of death. I am not kidding! No one stipulates the Death to have an evil appearance and bold heart. In fact, Papage, the god of death, is always scared by his jobs and cries a lot in his rare free time. Despite his fearless, Papage is an excellent faculty who complete the work accurately and hardly makes any mistake. The girl beside him, wearing in pink and black stripes like Miley Cyrus, is the goddess of Love, Erzulie. She acts as the naughtiest person I have ever met, never following the working manual until she feels satisfied of teasing people. Countless poor lovers fall into her traps and eventually being rescued by her deep pink heart. Everyone hates her and loves her at the same time.
I am Asaka, a member of the Four Heavenly Kings group. We are not perfect individuals and always have conflict on issues about you. However, please believe that we really devote ourselves to your welfare and care about you much more than you can imagine. Therefore, we hope that you could always have positive and kind hearts to face the world.
God bless you.
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