单项选择题
Narcissus was a handsome youth. His lovely face and graceful form were the admiration of all who looked upon him. And he knew it. He was so proud that he thought no one but himself was worthy to see his youthful beauty. Narcissus avoided all company, just roamed the wooded hills every day, madly in love with himself.
When he was delightfully wandering about through the woods one day, a wood nymph (仙女), Echo by name, caught sight of him. She fell in love with him at once. Joyfully moving down towards Narcissus, she stretched out her loving arms. To her disappointment, however, the young man roughly brushed her aside and went by without so much as a glance at her. The poor nymph blushed and quickly withdrew to a shady spot, following the object of her love with her longing eyes.
Presently Narcissus stopped to drink from a little brook. Kneeling down on the side, he saw a lovely face in the clear water. He smiled and was smiled back to. Thinking that it must be a beauty in love with him, he bent down to kiss her. But as soon as he touched the clear surface the lovely face vanished. The youth was now desperate. Never had he been despised like that before. Day and night, he stayed at the stream without drinking and eating. Before long he died, never suspecting that his nymph was none other than his own image in the brook. The gods took pity on the fair corpse and turned it into a flower bearing his name.
Echo saw all this, slowly she faded away for despised love, until at last nothing remained of her except her voice.