What does the language of lavender mean?
The editor introduces the meaning of the language of lavender and briefly describes the symbolism and legends of this green plant and flower, followed by an introduction for netizens.
The language of lavender is waiting for love, waiting for you to love me, just breathe hard and you can see miracles, waiting for hopelessness, and hearts corresponding to each other.
Who is suitable to receive lavender?
1. Send to a future girlfriend, representing "I like you."
2. Send to an ex-boyfriend, representing a girl's affection for a boy, calling for the love that has been waiting for a long time.
3. Send to a lover, giving a promise to the other person, making a beautiful oath.
4. Send to someone you want to send, representing a kind of longing, unrelated to love, friendship, or family.
There are a total of four legends about lavender:
1. It is said that a long time ago, an angel fell in love with a mortal woman named Xunyi. He left the first tear for her, and his wings fell off because of her. Although the angel had to endure great pain every day, they were still very happy. However, happiness is short-lived. The angel was taken back to heaven, and the happy time he had with Xunyi was deleted. Before he was demoted to the mortal world, he left another tear, which turned into a butterfly to accompany his beloved girl. While Xunyi waited foolishly for him to return, accompanied only by that butterfly, she waited day and night in the garden where the angel left and finally turned into a small plant. Every year, it blooms淡紫色的 flowers. They fly to various places, searching for the angel who was demoted to the mortal world.
2. It is said that there was a beautiful girl in a village in Provence who picked flowers in the mountains every day. One day, she met an injured traveler from afar. As soon as the girl saw the young man, she was attracted by his warm smile.
So, the girl brought the young man home and took care of him. After a few days, the young man recovered, and their feelings heated up rapidly.
Later, one day, the young man bid farewell to the girl and prepared to leave. Although the girl's family strongly opposed it, the girl, who was in love, still insisted on leaving with the young man and going to the hometown full of roses with him.
Before the girl left, the old grandmother in the village gave her a束 of lavender and told her to use this束 of lavender to test the sincerity of the young traveler, because it is said that the fragrance of lavender can reveal impurities.
In the morning when the valley was full of lavender, as the young man took the girl's hand and was about to leave, the girl threw the hidden lavender at the young man. Unexpectedly, the young man's body emitted a dazzling purple light and then disappeared, leaving only a wisp of smoke scattered by the wind in the valley, with a faint murmur of "I am actually the heart you want to travel far" in the distance.
Soon, the girl also disappeared. Some say that she disappeared with the young man in the form of smoke in the valley. Others say that she followed the fragrance of flowers to search for the young man... In any case, the story of lavender has been passed down.
This flower represents love and commitment as soon as it appears, just like its language of waiting for love.
3. It is said that one day, the Virgin Mary hung the washed Jesus baby clothes on lavender, and since then, lavender has been given the meaning of symbolizing the scent of heaven.
Some also say that the Virgin Mary directly washed Jesus' baby clothes with water soaked in lavender, which may be why people in the past liked to use lavender to wash clothes.
But some also say that the Virgin Mary once prayed to lavender, so lavender not only has a long-lasting fragrance but also the ability to drive away devils.
What does the language of lavender mean?
4. Remember, a person named Andy once said, "Once you go to Provence, you won't want to leave. Because there is something you want." It was precisely because of this sentence that he found his own happiness.
Years later, Andy still clearly remembers the summer when he first went to Provence. He saw vast fields, a deep and distant sky, the wind blowing low, the faint jingle of sheep bells coming from the distant valley, ethereal and serene. In the sunny June, endless lavender was changing from tender light green to mature deep purple.
18-year-old Andy was deeply attracted by everything here. He carried a backpack, walking alone between the streets and fields of the village, thinking that Provence is really a paradise, completely different from the bustling Paris, full of freedom and fresh air. He thought to himself until a vast sea of romantic purple lavender suddenly appeared in his view. He hurriedly ran towards this sea of flowers, completely unaware that his arm had been bitten by an insect. A piercing pain hit him, and he could not help but stop in his tracks.
"Apply some lavender essential oil and it will be fine," a soft voice came from the side. Andy saw a girl in a purple linen skirt sitting by the window of a small inn. She took out a bottle of ointment and said that this is Provence's universal oil, which can be applied to擦伤 or insect bites.
When she gently wiped him, he smelled a faint scent of lavender, very intoxicating. Whether it was the medication or psychological effect, Andy's wound suddenly stopped hurting.
In the conversation, he learned that the girl was the daughter of the owner of the small inn, named Sophia. She didn't have much education, but she had a deep interest in lavender. 'Can you be my guide? I really want to see that hill in front.' 'Me, I...' Sophia's face turned red. 'When I was young, my legs lost sensation in a car accident, so I can only sit here and gaze at that purple ocean in the distance.' Andy then noticed that Sophia was wearing a long skirt that covered her legs. He felt very sorry for his carelessness and became incoherent; "Ah? I'm sorry, I'm too careless." "Actually, you don't have to walk barefoot in the sea of lavender in Provence to like it," Sophia smiled. "Enjoying her beauty from a distance may give you more space for imagination!" "How about this, I'll carry you up and have a look," Andy突发奇想. "Let's see the lavender kingdom you dream about." Sophia was first surprised, then a wave of gratitude washed over her. When they finally reached the highest point of the hill, Sophia leaned on Andy's solid shoulder and shouted, "I see them, they are more beautiful than I imagined, every flower bud is a dancing purple spirit."
In the following days, Andy felt that Sophia could be considered a lavender expert. She placed a lavender sachet on Andy's bedside, filling the room with a faint fragrance, saying it could relieve anxiety and help with sleep. She also put a couple of lavender branches in olive oil or vinegar bottles, keeping the warm summer feeling. She said that if you put dried lavender in the fireplace when winter comes, it will fill the room with fragrance.
Andy found himself falling more and more in love with this girl, her vitality and kindness deeply attracting him. But when he realized that he had fallen into an uncontrollable love, he felt sweet but also confused, because he knew he couldn't give this beautiful girl any promises.
In the evening, the silver moon hung in the deep blue sky, the air was dry and warm, filled with the fragrance of lavender. The night was quiet, filled with the fragrance of lavender and the whisper of the wind.
Andy talked about his family: "My family is in Paris, with an investment company, and my parents want me to inherit their business. After I graduate from college, I will surely make a big splash in the business world." Looking at Sophia's gentle eyes, he couldn't help but kiss her. He loved her for her gentle and peaceful nature, like lavender, but he couldn't imagine a scenario where he, as a business elite, would appear at a fancy dinner party with a village girl with disabled legs. Sophia, who was clever, saw his hesitation and deliberately said to him, "I won't go to the big city with you. This is my home. Sitting by the door, looking at the lavender on the hill in the distance, is the happiest thing for me." Andy fell silent.
Finally, the day of departure came. Sophia pinned a sprig of lavender to his shirt pocket and looked at him with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to be with someone day and night to love them. Liking Provence doesn't mean you have to walk barefoot in the sea of lavender every day. At any time, anywhere, just by seeing a ray of sunshine, smelling a hint of fragrance, you can open a field of purple in your heart." Andy felt a stab of pain in his heart, hurting her like this and yet she had no resentment, instead, she helped him out. He hurriedly left the beautiful field without looking back, afraid to see her tears.
Andy returned to his own world, leaving Provence behind for ten years. The struggles in the business world made him proud and conceited, but also tired. The girl in the purple skirt with the scent of lavender gradually faded out of his circle of life.
His parents began to worry about his lifelong partner, and he flirted with the daughters of prominent families, but he didn't want to marry. After every social occasion, he would feel a sense of emptiness. Sometimes, when he encountered ladies with intoxicating perfumes, he would stop to smell their scent. They wore perfumes of verbena and red roses, but he often became irritable because he couldn't find the scent of lavender. By the time Andy was 34, he had become the president of a large company in Paris and was preparing to invest in a perfume production base in Provence. At the same time, he had a wish: to find Sophia, no matter whether she was married or had children, he wanted to tell her that for so many years, the flower he loved most was lavender.
Time flies, and it can change many things. When he hurriedly arrived there, the small inn by the road was no longer there, replaced by a modern farm. Andy inquired about Sophia's whereabouts and learned that they had moved away. Returning to the factory, his manager reported to him, "We plan to hire a local herb consultant, but we need your opinion, because she..." Andy waved his hand impatiently, "Don't report these things to me, you handle them entirely on your own."
For several days, he was alone in the sea of lavender, smoking cigars, with past scenes flashing before his eyes. He hated his selfishness and weakness.
Now, he has bought this field of lavender, but he has forever lost the angel who can bring this sea of flowers to life. Just at this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Original lavender, also known as English lavender, has excellent quality, fine leaves, short flower spikes, and there is also long spike lavender, with wider leaves, longer stems, and flower spikes. However, most of the lavender in Provence is a mixture of these two." A familiar figure appeared in his sight, still sitting in a wheelchair, with more mature charm than before. She was carefully teaching Andy's employees to identify the types of lavender.
Andy's tears couldn't help but flow. He walked激动地 to her and murmured, "At any time, anywhere, when I see a ray of sunshine, smell a hint of fragrance, I think of a field of purple in Provence. I wish to love someone and be with her day and night, carrying her through the sea of lavender until old age. What do you think..."
From then on, the residents of Provence often saw a middle-aged man carrying a woman in a purple linen skirt, slowly walking on the hill full of lavender. They chatted and laughed, blending into the purple sea of flowers as if they had never been separated.
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