Who has the flower language of flowers and then the story of this flower language?

Its flower language is waiting for love. Lavender is a fragrant purple-blue flower. It's as romantic as its location. This flower, which was born in Provence, France, has a beautiful love legend.

Legend 1:

In ancient Provence, there was a beautiful girl. One day, she was alone in the cold valley picking flowers in bud. On her way home, she met an injured traveler from far away and asked her for directions. The girl looked at the handsome young man affectionately with a bunch of flowers in her hand. At that moment, her heart was occupied by the young man's passionate smile. Despite the opposition of her family, the girl insisted that the young people stay in the guest room at home to heal until they recovered. As the days passed, the young man's leg injury had healed and their feelings quickly warmed up. On a cool morning, the young man wanted to say goodbye, but the girl didn't want her family's opposition to leave with the young man. She went to the hometown where the young man was full of roses in the distance ... The grandmother in the village held a bunch of lavender before the girl left, so that the spoony girl could test the sincerity of the young man with this bunch of lavender ... It was said that the fragrance of the lavender bouquet would make unclean things appear ... It was the morning when the valley was full of lavender. Just as the young man was holding the girl's hand and preparing for a long trip, the girl threw a bouquet of lilac flowers hidden in her coat on the young man. In this way, a purple light smoke gathered and dispersed ... There was a faint cold wind in the valley, like young people whispering ... I was your heart that wanted to travel ... leaving the girl lonely and depressed ... Some people said that before long, the girl disappeared.

As soon as this flower appears, it represents love and commitment, just like its flower language, waiting for love.

Legend 2:

These lavender can be favored by fashion groups because they have many romantic and beautiful meanings. Lavender has a lot of connotations, implying a correct attitude towards life. People have always regarded lavender as a symbol of purity, purity, protection, gratitude and peace. Lavender also means "waiting for love".

Legend has it that one day, the Virgin Mary hung the washed baby Jesus clothes on lavender, and lavender was given the meaning of symbolizing the taste of heaven. It is also said that the Virgin Mary washed Jesus' baby clothes directly with water soaked in lavender. Perhaps this is why people in the past liked washing clothes with lavender so much. However, some people say that the Virgin Mary prayed to lavender, so lavender not only has a lasting fragrance, but also has the ability to drive away the devil.

Lavender Represents True Love is the most representative lyric poem in the Elizabethan era. Therefore, at that time, it was popular for lovers to give lavender to each other to express their love. During this period, Charles I of England was also an affectionate man. In pursuit of Nell Gwyn, he tied a bag of dried lavender with a golden ribbon and gave it to his lover.

Provence is a love poem, and no one can stay here without moving.

As for folk customs, lavender is used to perfume the bride's dress. However, in Ireland, locals will tie lavender to a bridge and pray for good luck. It is said that putting a small bag of dried lavender on your body can help you find your dream lover.

When you are separated from your lover, you can hide a twig of lavender in your lover's book. At the next party, look at the colors and smell lavender, and you will know how much your lover loves you.

Lavender flowers can be sprinkled on the wedding, which can bring you a happy marriage.

Legend 3:

The flower language of lavender is waiting for love, and there is such a touching legend:

Legend has it that a long time ago, an angel fell in love with a secular woman named Xunyi. I left the first tear for her, and my wings fell off for her. Although angels have to endure severe pain every day, they are still very happy. Happiness is short-lived. The angel was brought back to heaven and the happy time between him and Xunyi was deleted. Before being banished to the world, he left a tear and turned into a butterfly to accompany his favorite girl. And still waiting for him to come back, only butterflies accompany her. Waiting day and night in the garden where the angel left, and finally, becoming a grass. Lavender blossoms every year. They flew everywhere, looking for angels who were born.

People call that plant lavender.

Legend 4:

I remember a man named Andy said, "As long as you go to Provence, you won't want to leave. Because there is something you want. " It is because of this sentence that he found his own happiness.

Many years later, Andy still clearly remembers the summer when he first went to Provence. Looking up at the vast Yuan Ye, the sky is high and the clouds are deep, the wind is blowing low, and there is a faint sheep bell in the distant valley, which is ethereal and quiet. In sunny June, the endless lavender is changing from delicate light green to mature deep purple.

18-year-old Andy is deeply attracted by everything here. Carrying a backpack, he wandered alone in the streets and fields of the village. Provence is really a paradise, completely different from the neon in Paris, full of freedom and freshness everywhere. He thought, until his vision suddenly appeared like a romantic sea of purple lavender. He hurried to the flower sea without noticing that his arm was bitten by a bug. A terrible pain came and he couldn't help but stop.

"Just rub it with lavender essence." A soft voice came from the side. Andy found a girl in a purple linen skirt sitting under the window of a roadside inn. She took out a bottle of ointment and said it was Provence ointment. When you are scratched or bitten by mosquitoes, you can drop a few drops to relieve inflammation.

When she gently wiped it for him, he smelled a faint scent of lavender, which was very intoxicating. I don't know if this is a drug or a psychological effect, but Andy's wound immediately stopped hurting. During the conversation, he knew that the girl was the daughter of the owner of this small hotel, named Sophia. He hasn't read any books, but he is deeply interested in lavender. "Can you be my guide? I really want to see the mountain ahead. " "I, I ..." Sophia's face flushed bright red. "When I was a child, my legs lost consciousness in a car accident, so I had to sit here all day and look at the purple ocean in the distance." Andy found Sophia wearing an ankle-length skirt that covered her legs. He felt very sorry for his rudeness and became incoherent; "ah? I'm so sorry, I was so careless. " "In fact, if you like Provence, you don't have to walk barefoot in the ocean of lavender every day!" Sophia smiled. "Appreciating her beauty from a distance may give you more room for fantasy!" ""well, I'll show you up. Andy had a whim: "Look at your lavender kingdom. "Sophia was surprised at first, and then an emotion came to mind. When they finally reached the top of the mountain, Sophia leaned on Andy's solid shoulder and shouted, "I saw them. They are more beautiful than I thought. Every bud is a dancing purple elf. "

In the next few days, Andy thinks Sophia is an expert on lavender. She helped Andy put a lavender sachet on the bedside, which filled the room with a faint fragrance, saying that it could relieve anxiety and sleep peacefully. She will also put one or two lavender sticks in olive oil or vinegar bottles to keep summer pleasant. . . She also said that if winter comes, burning the dried lavender in the fireplace will taste better. Andy found himself liking this girl more and more, and her liveliness and kindness attracted him deeply. But when he found himself in a love that he couldn't extricate himself, he felt sweet. At the same time, he was confused because he knew that he could not make any commitment to this beautiful girl.

In the evening, the silver moon hangs in the dark blue sky, and the air is dry and warm, filled with the fragrance of lavender. It is also silent, filled with the fragrance of lavender and the whisper of the wind. Andy talked about his family: "My family is in Paris, and I own an investment company. My parents want me to inherit their business. When I graduate from college, I will definitely make great efforts in the shopping mall. " Looking at Sophia's gentle eyes, he couldn't help kissing her. He loves her as elegant and peaceful as lavender, but he can't imagine that one day, when he became an elite in the shopping mall, he appeared at a dinner party with a lame leg. Smart Sophia saw his hesitation, and he deliberately said to him, "I won't go to the big city with you. This is my home." It is my happiest thing to sit at the door every day and look at the lavender in the distant mountains. I can't leave my hometown. "Andy was silent.

Finally, it's time to go. Sophia pinned a lavender in his coat pocket and looked at him with a smile: "In fact, you don't have to love someone day and night. If you like Provence, you don't have to walk barefoot in the ocean of lavender every day. At any time, anywhere, as long as you accidentally see a ray of sunshine and smell a little fragrance, you can open a purple field in your heart. " Andy's heart hurt. He hurt her like this, but he saved him without any resentment. He left this beautiful field in a hurry and never looked back. He was afraid to see her tears.

Andy has returned to his own world and left Provence for ten years. The hard work of the business community made him proud. But at the same time, I feel exhausted. The girl wearing a purple skirt and smelling of lavender has gradually faded out of his life circle. Her parents began to worry about his lifelong events. He flirts with those famous ladies, but he doesn't want to get married, because after every social intercourse, he will feel empty. Sometimes he stops to smell those charming ladies. They smell of violets and red roses, but he is often upset because he can't find the fragrance of lavender.

At the age of 34, Andy has become the president of a big company in Paris. He is going to invest in an essence production base in Provence. At the same time, he also has a wish, that is, he hopes to find Sophia. Whether she is married or not, he will tell her that his favorite flower for so many years is only lavender. Time flies, enough to make many things go wrong. When he got there, the small roadside hotel had long since ceased to exist and was replaced by a modern farm. Andy asked around about Sophia's whereabouts and learned that they had moved away. When he returned to the factory, his manager reported to him, "We decided to hire a local herbal medicine consultant, but we need to ask your advice because she. . . . "Andy waved impatiently:" You don't have to report these things to me, just take full responsibility. " For several days in a row, he came to the ocean of lavender alone and smoked a cigar. The past scenes emerged, and he hated his selfishness and cowardice. Now this lavender field has been bought by him, but he has never lost the angel who made this flower sea move. At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "native lavender, also known as English lavender, is of good quality, with thin leaves and short spikes, long spikes, wide leaves and long spikes." But now the lavender in the flower field of Provence is mostly a hybrid of these two kinds ... "A familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. She is still in a wheelchair, a little more mature than the past. At the moment, she is carefully teaching Andy's employees to identify the types of lavender. It's Sophia! Andy's tears flowed involuntarily. He walked in front of her excitedly and murmured, "Whenever I see a ray of sunshine and smell a faint fragrance, I will think of a purple field in Provence. I hope that if I love someone, I can get along with her day and night, and walk on her back in the ocean of lavender every day until I am old. What did you say ... "

From then on, the residents of Provence often saw a middle-aged man carrying a woman in a purple linen skirt and walking slowly on a hill covered with lavender. They talked and laughed, and merged with this purple sea of flowers, as if they had never separated.

Legend five:

A long time ago, in a small village, there was a girl who often sat in the street, looked at passers-by blankly and innocently, and silently said,' If there is an angel, I hope he can make my hair look like someone else's. "This girl has long purple hair. In such a village almost the size of a palm, this is doomed to be a tragedy. Everyone in the village thinks that she is the incarnation of the devil, because people can't have purple hair. Her mother loves her very much, but a respected prophet in the village said that if her parents don't abandon her, disaster will soon come to the whole village. Her parents had no choice but to kick her out mercilessly.

Without support, girls can only live on their own. But she is too weak to do rough work. Even if she wanted to do it, no one would ask her for help. Sometimes when she is hungry, she can only go to the forest to pick some fruits to satisfy her hunger. One day, far away from the village, she found white flowers all over the mountain, which smelled delicious and could be smelled ten miles away. Even better, even standing in a large flower field, the smell is still elegant and gentle, not pungent at all. She had never seen this kind of flower, and certainly didn't know it was lavender. People in the village have never seen it, but they love flowers. So she picked a handful of white lavender and went to the village to sell it. The fragrance of flowers attracted many villagers, who couldn't help paying for it.

Since then, girls have to walk a long way to pick lavender and sell it every day. A poor child in the village followed her all day. He likes these flowers and wants to give them to his mother, but he has no money to buy them, so the girl sends him a bunch every day. She often helps those who need help, such as washing clothes for blind grandmothers and picking olives for hunchbacked grandfathers. However, the people she helped had low status, and what she said had no weight, so despite her hard work and kindness, the villagers could not accept her purple hair. When they buy flowers, they don't pretend to look away. They just drop a handful of money and take a bunch of flowers, as if staying with her for a while would be full of bad luck.

One day, the prophet's granddaughter insulted her and took all her lavender. She ran into the forest and cried sadly. Then a very handsome boy came to comfort her. ...

The girl was surprised and happy because no one had ever been so kind to her. But she soon found that the boy was blind, which made her sad. Such a good person can't see the beauty of the world. Compared with herself, she thinks that boy is more unfortunate. Although disliked by the villagers, at least she can see lush forests, clear streams, silent distant mountains and lavender as white as snow in her hands. So she asked Lavender to look for him and talk to him every day. The boy always takes the flowers she gave him the day before and stands where they first met, waiting for her.

One day, the girl looked at the flowers in the boy's hand and said, "The poor flowers are dead! They were so beautiful last night, but now their leaves hang down and wither. Why are they doing this? "

"Do you know what they did?" The boy said, "These flowers came to see you last night! They know I can't see, so they all volunteered to protect you for me. They go to see you almost every night to drive away annoying mosquitoes and bugs for you. "

"Why don't I know? Why not let them wake me up? "

"They won't wake you up because you slept so soundly."

The girl's eyes are red. From then on, she made up her mind to restore the boy's eyes to light, even if he would dislike her after seeing her. One night, the girl sold out all the lavender she picked in the morning. In order to give the boy fresh lavender, she set off for the hillside again. But she was so tired that she fell asleep when she reached the hillside. When she was asleep, she heard someone talking in her ear.

"She is so tired."

"yes."

"She didn't come in the morning? Why are you coming again now? "

"Don't you know? She wants to give the most beautiful flowers to the boys in the forest ... "

"I heard that the boy is blind ..."

"Just because he is blind, he is so kind to our little girl ..."

"Is there any way to let him see? '

"Of course! There is a spring in the forest, which is said to be the tears of love. That spring can restore anyone's eyes to light. "

Hearing this, the girl suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes, but there was no one in sight, but she was not afraid at all, because her heart was calm and she knew that there must be a kind angel helping her in the dark. She remembers every word in her dream. She picked a big bunch of flowers and gave them to the boy. She told him that she was going to a far away place and would come back in a few days ... The girl finally found the pool of spring water after a lot of hardships. She filled the bottle carefully and rushed back excitedly. When she handed spring to the boy, she didn't hesitate at all. She could see that the boy was excited and his joy comforted her. Just as he put the spring water on his eyes, she left quietly.

Spring restored the boy's eyes to light. Moonlight came in from the branches around him, and he saw a colorful world, lavender as snow at hand, and even many lovely mountain spirits playing happily. But he didn't see his beloved girl. The girl left quietly. She doesn't want the boy to see her appearance and her purple hair. The boy is sad, but he can't find a girl. Every day, the hill elves run around in pairs on leaves and dew on long grass, but none of them can tell him where the girl is.

One day, the boy looked at the fading lavender in his hand and decided to go to the place where lavender was in full bloom to find a girl. He didn't know where that place was, but the wind brought the fragrance of lavender, and like a hairspring, he followed it step by step. Before the sun went down, he finally came to a field full of lavender. He saw the girl at first sight. The girl ran away screaming. The boy chased her and caught her. The girl cried and said, "I am a monster." We can't be together ... whoever is with me will be unlucky. " The boy hugged the girl and told her, "I don't care!" " I love you! "Just as the boy said this sentence, a light suddenly flashed in the sky, as if all the stars were falling towards them. During the flight, the color of the girl's hair turned into mist, which filled all the lavender petals. The girl's hair gradually became golden and dazzling, and the pure white lavender became a purple sea ... Since then, lavender has always been purple. People say the color of this flower is the color of love. ...