What is the meaning of the language of lavender flowers
This article brings you the meaning of the language of lavender flowers and describes the true meaning of lavender, which is the content of green plant flower cultivation. Next, the editor will introduce it.
The language of lavender flowers is waiting for love, waiting for you to love me, as long as you breathe hard, you can see miracles, waiting for the hopeless, heart-to-heart.
Who is suitable for sending lavender
1. Send to future girlfriends, representing that I like you.
2. Send to ex-boyfriends, representing that girls like boys, calling for long-awaited love.
3. Send to lovers, make a promise to each other, make a beautiful oath.
4. Send to people who want to send, representing this kind of yearning, regardless of love, friendship, and family.
There are a total of six legends about lavender:
1. It is said that a long time ago, an angel fell in love with a mortal girl named Lavender. She left the first tear for her and her wings fell off for her. Although the angel had to endure severe pain every day, they were still very happy. However, happiness was very short-lived. The angel was caught back to heaven and deleted the happy time with Lavender. Before being demoted to the mortal world, he left another tear, which turned into a butterfly to accompany the girl he loved most. Lavender still waits for him to come back, and the only companion she has is the butterfly. Day and night, in the garden where the angel left, waiting, finally turned into a small grass. Every year, it will bloom purple flowers. They fly to various places, looking for that angel who was demoted to the mortal world.
2. It is said that there was a beautiful girl in a village in Provence. She went to the mountains to pick flowers every day. One day, she met an injured traveler from afar. The girl was attracted by his warm smile as soon as she saw the young man.
Therefore, the girl took the young man home and took good care of him. A few days later, the young man recovered, and the feelings of the two also soared.
Later, one day, the young man said goodbye to the girl and was about to leave. Although the girl's family strongly objected, the girl still insisted on leaving with the young man, who was in love with the young man, and went to his hometown full of roses with him.
Before the girl left, an old woman in the village gave her a bundle of lavender and asked her to test the young traveler's sincerity with this bundle of lavender, because it is said that the fragrance of lavender can make impure things appear.
On the morning when the valley was full of lavender, when the young man was about to leave with the girl's hand, the girl threw the hidden lavender on the young man. Unexpectedly, after the young man's body emitted a dazzling purple light, he disappeared, leaving only a wisp of smoke floating away with the wind, and the valley was faintly murmuring "in fact, I am the heart that wants to travel far away from you".
Not long after, the girl also disappeared. Some people say that she turned into smoke and disappeared in the valley like the young man. Some people say that she followed the fragrance to look for the young man... Anyway, the story of lavender has been passed down.
This flower represents love and commitment as soon as it appears, just like its language, waiting for love.
3. It is said that one day, the Virgin Mary hung the clothes of the baby Jesus, which had been washed, on lavender. Since then, lavender has been endowed with the meaning of symbolizing the taste of heaven.
Some people say that the Virgin Mary directly used lavender-infused water to wash the baby Jesus' clothes. This may be why people in the past liked to wash clothes with lavender so much.
But some people also say that the Virgin Mary once prayed to lavender, so lavender not only has a lasting fragrance, but also has the ability to expel devils.
What does the language of lavender flowers mean
4. I remember that a person named Andy once said: "Once you go to Provence, you won't want to leave. Because there is what you want." It is precisely because of this sentence that he found his own happiness.
After many years, Andy still clearly remembers the first summer he went to Provence. The view was a vast field, the sky was deep and high, the wind blew low, and the faint sound of the sheep bells in the distant valley came, empty and calm. In June, the sun was shining, and the endless lavender was changing from tender light green to mature dark purple.
Andy, who was 18 years old, was deeply attracted by everything here. He carried a backpack and walked alone in the streets and fields of the village. Provence is really a paradise. It is completely different from the bustling nightlife in Paris, full of freedom and fresh air. He thought to himself until a vast sea of romantic purple lavender suddenly appeared in his field of vision. He rushed to this sea of flowers without noticing that his arm had been bitten by an insect. A stabbing pain came, and he couldn't help stopping.
"Just wipe it with lavender essence, it will be fine." A soft voice came from the side, and Andy found a girl in a purple linen dress sitting under the window of a small inn. She took out a bottle of ointment and said this was the panacea of Provence. You can drip a few drops of inflammation for scratches or mosquito bites.
When she gently wiped it for him, he smelled a faint fragrance of lavender, very intoxicating. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine or psychological effect, but Andy's wound didn't hurt immediately.
In the conversation, he learned that the girl was the daughter of the owner of the small inn, named Sophia. She didn't go to school, but she had a deep interest in lavender. "Can you be my guide? I really want to see that hill ahead." "I, I..." Sophia's face turned red. "When I was a child, my legs lost sensation in a car accident and could only sit here and look at the purple ocean in the distance every day." Andy suddenly found out that Sophia was wearing a long skirt that covered her legs. He felt very sorry for his rudeness and became incoherent; "Ah? I'm so sorry, I'm too careless." "In fact, liking Provence doesn't necessarily mean walking barefoot in the sea of lavender flowers every day!" Sophia laughed, "Appreciating her beauty from a distance may give you more space for imagination!" "Well, let me carry you up to have a look." Andy had an idea: "Let's have a look at your fascinating lavender kingdom." Sophia was first surprised, then a surge of emotion came over her. When they finally reached the top of the hill, Sophia leaned against Andy's solid shoulders and shouted, "I see them, they are more beautiful than I imagined. Every flower bud is a purple spirit dancing gracefully."
In the next few days, Andy felt that Sophia could be considered an expert in lavender. She put a lavender sachet on the bedside table for Andy, so that the whole room was full of a faint fragrance, saying that it could relieve anxiety and sleep peacefully. She also put a few branches of lavender in olive oil or vinegar bottles, so that the warm summer could stay. She also said that when winter comes, put the withered lavender in the fireplace to burn, and the fragrance will overflow.
Andy found that he liked this girl more and more, her lively kindness deeply attracted him. But when he realized that he had fallen into an irrevocable love, he felt sweet. At the same time, he also felt confused, because he knew that he could not give any promises to this beautiful girl.
At dusk, the silver-white moon hung in the deep blue sky, the air was dry and warm, and the fragrance of lavender filled the air. It was also quiet, filled with the fragrance of lavender and the whispers of the wind.
Andy talked about his family: "My family is in Paris, owns an investment company, and my parents hope that I can inherit their business. When I graduate from college, I will definitely show my skills in the business world." Looking at Sophia's gentle eyes, he couldn't help but kissed her. He loved her as if she were lavender, elegant and peaceful, but he couldn't imagine the scene of bringing a disabled village girl to the banqueting banquet when he became an elite in the business world. Sophia, who was smart, saw his hesitation, so she deliberately said to him, "I won't go to the big city with you. This is my home. Every day, sitting at the door, looking at the lavender on the hill in the distance, is my happiest thing. I don't want to leave my hometown." Andy was silent.
Finally, the day of departure came. Sophia pinned a lavender to his pocket and looked at him with a smile: "In fact, loving a person doesn't have to be day and night. Liking Provence doesn't necessarily mean walking barefoot in the sea of lavender flowers every day. At any time, anywhere, as long as you accidentally see a ray of sunlight, smell a hint of fragrance, you can open a field of purple in your heart." Andy's heart was stabbed with pain. He hurt her so much, but she didn't hate him at all, but helped him out of the embarrassment. He hurriedly left this beautiful field without looking back, afraid to see her tears.
Andy returned to his own world. It has been ten years since he left Provence. The struggle in the business world has made him proud. But at the same time, he also felt tired and exhausted. The girl in the purple dress with the fragrance of lavender had gradually faded out of his social circle.
His parents began to worry about his marriage, and he flirted with those girls from famous families, but he didn't want to get married. Because every time he finished a banquet, he would feel a sense of emptiness. Sometimes he met those girls with intoxicating fragrance, and he would stop to smell their fragrance. They sprayed lavender and red rose perfumes, but he often felt annoyed because he couldn't find the fragrance of lavender. Andy was 34 years old and had become the president of a large company in Paris. He planned to invest in a perfume production base in Provence. At the same time, he had another wish, that is, to find Sophia, no matter whether she was married and had children, he would tell her that over the years, the only flower he loved was lavender.
Time flies, enough to change many things. When he hurried to the place, the small inn by the road had long disappeared, replaced by a modern farm. Andy asked everywhere about the whereabouts of Sophia and learned that they had moved away. Back at the factory, his manager reported to him: "We decided 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 can take full responsibility."
For several consecutive days, he came to that sea of lavender alone and smoked cigars in a lost mood. The past scenes appeared one by one, and he hated his selfishness and weakness.
Now he has bought this field of lavender, but he has lost the angel who can make this sea of flowers vivid forever. At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Native lavender, also known as English lavender, has excellent quality, fine leaves and short flower spikes, and there is also long lavender, with wider leaves and longer flower stems and spikes. However, most of the lavender in Provence today is a mixture of these two kinds..." A familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. She was still sitting in a wheelchair and had more mature temperament than before. At this moment, she was carefully teaching Andy's employees how to identify the types of lavender. It was Sophia!
Andy's tears involuntarily flowed down, he walked to her excitedly, and murmured, "At any time, anywhere, as long as I accidentally see a ray of sunlight and smell a hint of fragrance, I will think of a purple field in Provence. I hope that I can love a person and stay with her day and night, carrying her to walk in the sea of lavender flowers every day until old. What do you think..."
Since then, the residents of Provence often see a middle-aged man carrying a woman in a purple linen dress, slowly walking on the hill full of lavender, talking and laughing, integrating with this purple sea of flowers, as if they had never been separated.
5. Long, long ago, in a small village, there was a girl who often sat by the roadside, looking blankly and innocently at the passers-by, and silently said in her heart: "If there really is an angel, I hope he can make my hair like others." The girl had a head of purple hair. In such a small village, this meant tragedy.
Villagers all think she is the incarnation of the devil, because people can't have purple hair. Her mother loved her very much, but a very respected prophet in the village said that if her parents didn't abandon her, disaster would soon befall the whole village. Her parents had no choice but to harden their hearts and drive her out.
Without support, the girl could only rely on herself to live. But she was too weak, and she couldn't do heavy work. Even if she wanted to, others wouldn't hire her. Sometimes when she was hungry, she could only go to the forest to pick some fruit to fill her stomach.
One day, she found a mountain full of white flowers far away from the village. These flowers had a sweet fragrance, which could be smelled ten miles away; more amazing is that even when standing in a large field of flowers, the fragrance is still elegant and gentle, not at all irritating. She had never seen this kind of flower before, of course, she didn't know that it was lavender. Villagers have never seen it either, but they love flowers.
Therefore, she picked a bunch of white lavender and went to the village to sell. The fragrance attracted many villagers, and they couldn't help but spend money to buy. From then on, the girl went a long way every day to pick lavender to sell. There was a very poor child in the village who followed her all day long. He liked this flower very much. He wanted to send it to his mother, but he didn't have money to buy it. The girl gave him a bunch every day. She also often helped those in need, such as helping the blind old lady wash clothes and helping the hunchbacked old man pick olives. But the people she helped were too lowly, and their words didn't count, so even though she worked hard and was very kind, the villagers still couldn't accept her with purple hair.
When buying flowers, they didn't pretend to look elsewhere, but threw down some money and took a bunch of flowers, as if they would have bad luck if they stayed with her for a while. One day, the granddaughter of the prophet insulted her and took away all her lavender. She ran to the forest to cry. At this time, a 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 out that the boy couldn't see, which made her very sad. Such a good person couldn't see the beauty of the world.
Compared with herself, she felt that the boy was more unfortunate. Although she was rejected by the villagers, she could at least see the lush forest, the clear stream, the silent distant mountains, and the white lavender in her hand. So she sent him lavender every day and accompanied him to talk. The boy always held the flowers she gave him the day before and waited for her at the place they first met. One day, the girl looked at the flowers in the boy's hand and said, "These poor flowers are dead! They were so beautiful last night, but now their leaves are all drooping and withering. Why do they have to be like this?" "Do you know what they have done?" The boy said, "These flowers went to see you last night! They knew I couldn't see, so they volunteered to protect you. They almost go to see you every night to drive away annoying mosquitoes and bugs." "Why didn't you let them wake me up?" "Because you sleep so sweetly, they didn't want to wake you up."
The girl's eyes were red. From then on, she made up her mind to make the boy's eyes see again, even if he would despise her after he saw her. One evening, the girl sold all the lavender she picked that morning. In order to give the boy fresh lavender, she set out for the hill again. But she was too tired, and she fell asleep when she reached the hill. When she was asleep, she heard someone talking by her ear. "She is so tired." "Yes." "Didn't she come in the morning? Why did she come again now?" "Don't you know? She wants to send the most beautiful flowers to the boy in the forest..." "I heard that the boy is blind..." "It is precisely because he is blind that he is so good to our little girl..." "Is there any way to let him see?" "Of course! There is a spring in the forest. It is said that the tears of the god of love can make anyone's eyes see again." Hearing this, the girl suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw no one, but she was not afraid at all because her heart was very calm. She knew that there must be a kind-hearted angel helping her in secret. She remembered every word said in her dream.