冰封的恶魔

Echo, my teacher of interpretation advanced, left me a deep impression that she's really a cute girl. The voice was sweet and the lessons were interesting. Every minute, I enjoyed the class. She told us a lot of things such as the origin of her English name, something unpredictable in her interpretation tasks and something interesting in the process of one of her students in studying English.
After two days' learning, I find that the teachers in the New Oriental School are so outstanding that I'm deeply attracted by them. And also, I feel my life is really out of satisfaction. I suddenly find that I have totally wasted two years' time. I always give up the opportunity and just say that I don't care. And I'm always silent to conceal my ignorance. I always pretend to be mature to hide my hollow soul.
"Man will become better only when you will make him see what he is like." said by Chekhov. So from now on, I won't waste time any more.
Then tell you a story about Echo and Narcissus:
Our story begins with Echo and Zeus. That ever-cheatin' God was at it again, this time with the young nymph Echo. Now, at that time (just in case you may have picked up on the significance of her name) Echo was a nymph like any other and a very talkative one at that. They were making out or making love or whatever, believing that all was well. But Hera was NOT a happy camper. She had followed Zeus, expecting JUST that kind of behavior out of him. She came down to Earth to apprehend her "too-much-love-for-one-woman" husband, but Zeus, being godly, sensed her coming. He instructed Echo to keep Hera busy until he could get away.Echo did just that. Hera confronted her with the affair, but Echo created a long and very untrue story for Hera, giving her lover enough time to escape. Now, Rhea (Hera's mom) didn't raise no fool. She knew she had been tricked, and by a nymph at that! She turned on Echo and declared: "That tongue of yours, by which I have been tricked, shall have its power curtailed and enjoy the briefest use of speech."

From that moment on the talkative Echo could barely use her voice, and could only repeat the words that those around her said. She was lonely, and couldn't really talk to other nymphs because of her condition, and secluded herself deep in the woods.
One day, a very handsome young man came along. His name, surprise surprise, was Narcissus. Echo fell in love with him at once. Echo wanted to call out, "Wait! I love you!" But her voice was frozen in her throat by Hera's curse. The young man went deeper and deeper into the forest, until he came upon a calm stream. He was thirsty and so he bent over to drink, but as he leaned over he caught sight of his reflection in the water. He was as taken by his beauty as Echo had been, but without her barrier. He immediatly spoke to his reflection, "I love you." Echo, nearby and hearing her chance quickly responded, "love you . . ." But it was too late, Narcissus was too engrossed with himself to notice the nymph. His love was his obsession and would not leave the stream to eat, nor disturb his image to drink and so he died of thirst and hunger and unrequited self-love. Where he had lain a flower grew, the narcissus , the same flower that wooed the innocent Persephone. Poor Echo pined away and died for the same things, but when she died not even her bones remained, some say they were turned to stone. But Gaia preserved Echo's voice, the one thing she had been denied in life, and to this day her voice sounds everywhere.

There's a classic comment on the net: Someone cannot say love just because she hasn't herself; and Someone cannot hear love just because he has only himself......