What is the story and flower language of lavender?
This little knowledge is shared with you about the story and flower language of lavender and some knowledge about the legends of flowers. Let's find out together.
The flower language of lavender is waiting for love, waiting for you to love me, just breathe hard, and you can see miracles, waiting for the impossible, and loving each other.
Who is lavender suitable for?
1. Send to your future girlfriend, representing I like you.
2. Send to an ex-boyfriend, representing a girl's love for a boy, calling for the long-awaited love.
3. Send to a lover, make a promise to each other, and make a beautiful vow.
4. Send to someone you want to send, representing a 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. He left the first tear for her, and his wings fell off for her. Although the angel had to endure great pain every day, they were still very happy. However, happiness was very short-lived. The angel was captured and taken back to heaven, deleting the happy time between him and Lavender. Before he was banished to the mortal world, he left another tear, which turned into a butterfly to accompany the girl he loved most. Lavender was still waiting for him to return, and the only companion she had was the butterfly. Day and night, she waited in the garden where the angel left, and finally turned into a small grass. Every year, it will bloom with light purple flowers. They fly to various places, looking for that angel who was banished to the mortal world.
2. There was a beautiful girl in a village in Provence. She would go to the mountains to pick flowers every day. One day, she met an injured traveler from afar. The girl was fascinated by the warm smile of the young man as soon as she saw him.
So, the girl brought the young man back home and took good care of him. A few days later, the young man recovered and their feelings rose rapidly.
Later, the young man said goodbye to the girl and was about to leave. Although the girl's family strongly objected, the girl, who was in love, still insisted on leaving with the young man and going to the hometown of roses with him.
Before the girl left, the village grandma gave her a bunch of lavender, asking her to use this bunch of lavender to test the sincerity of the young traveler, because it is said that the fragrance of lavender can make impure things appear.
In the morning when the valley was full of lavender, just as the young man was about to leave with the girl's hand, the girl threw the hidden lavender at the young man. Unexpectedly, the young man emitted a dazzling purple light and disappeared, leaving only a wisp of smoke drifting away with the wind, and the valley murmured faintly, "In fact, I am the heart that you want to travel far away."
Not long after, the girl also disappeared. Some people say that she, like the young man, turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared in the valley. 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 flower language, waiting for love.
3. It is said that one day, the Virgin Mary hung the Jesus baby clothes she had washed on the lavender, and since then lavender has been given the meaning of symbolizing the taste of heaven.
Some people say that the Virgin Mary directly used water soaked with lavender to wash Jesus' baby clothes, which is why people in the past liked to use lavender to wash clothes.
But some people 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 evil spirits.
What is the story and flower language of lavender?
4. I remember that a person named Andy once said, "Once you go to Provence, you will never want to leave. Because there is something you want." It was also because of this sentence that he found his own happiness.
Many years later, Andy still clearly remembers the first summer he went to Provence. Looking up, it was a vast field, the sky was deep and high, the wind blew low, and the distant valley echoed with the faint sound of sheep bells, ethereal and quiet. In the sunny June, the endless lavender was changing from tender light green to mature dark purple.
Andy, 18 years old, was deeply attracted by everything here. He carried a backpack and wandered alone between the streets of the village and the fields. Provence is indeed a paradise, completely different from the bustling nightlife of 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, completely ignoring that his arm had been bitten by an insect. A sharp pain came, and he couldn't help but stop.
"Just wipe it with lavender essential oil and it will be fine." A soft voice came from the side. Andy found a girl in a purple linen dress sitting under the window of a roadside inn. She took out a bottle of ointment and said that this was Provence's universal remedy, which could be dropped a few drops to reduce inflammation for scratches or mosquito bites.
As she gently wiped him, he smelled a faint fragrance of lavender, very intoxicating. He didn't know if it was the effect of the medicine or psychological effect, but Andy's wound actually stopped hurting 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 keen interest in lavender. "Can you be my guide? I really want to go to that hill in front to have a look." "I, I..." Sophia's face turned red. "When I was young, my legs lost sensation in a car accident, so I can only sit here every day and look at that purple ocean in the distance." Andy then realized that Sophia was wearing a long skirt that covered her legs. He felt very sorry for his clumsiness and became incoherent; "Ah? I'm really sorry, I'm too careless." "In fact, liking Provence doesn't mean that you have to walk barefoot in the sea of lavender every day!" Sophia smiled, "Enjoying her beauty from a distance may give you more room for imagination!" "How about this, I'll carry you up to have a look." Andy had a sudden inspiration: "Let's see the lavender kingdom that makes you so excited." Sophia was surprised at first, and then a surge of gratitude came over her. When they finally reached the highest point of the hill, Sophia leaned on Andy's strong shoulder and shouted loudly: "I see, they are more beautiful than I imagined, each flower bud is a purple elf dancing gracefully."
In the following few days of staying together, Andy felt that Sophia was a real lavender expert. She put a lavender sachet on his bedside, filling the whole room with a faint fragrance, saying it could relieve anxiety and help you sleep soundly. She also put a few branches of lavender in olive oil or vinegar bottles, so that the warm summer could stay longer. She also said that if you put dried lavender in the fireplace when winter comes, it will be fragrant.
Andy found that he liked this girl more and more, her lively and kind nature 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 he couldn't make any promise to this beautiful girl.
In the evening, the silver-white moon hung in the deep blue sky, the air was dry and warm, permeated with the fragrance of lavender. It was also quiet, permeated with the fragrance of lavender, and the whisper of the wind.
Andy talked about his family: "My family is in Paris and owns an investment company. My parents hope I can 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 as peaceful as lavender, but he couldn't imagine the scene of bringing a crippled village girl to the noisy banquet when he became a business elite. Smart Sophia saw his hesitation and deliberately said to him, "I won't go to the big city with you. This is my home. Every day, sitting at the door, watching the lavender on the hill in the distance, is the happiest thing for me. I will not leave my hometown." Andy was silent.
Finally, the day of departure came. Sophia pinned a lavender on his shirt pocket and looked at him with a smile: "In fact, loving someone doesn't have to be day and night. Liking Provence doesn't mean that you have to walk barefoot in the sea of lavender every day. At any time, in any place, as long as you see a ray of sunshine by chance, smell a trace of fragrance, you can open a field of purple in your heart." Andy's heart ached, he hurt her like this, but she didn't hate him at all, instead she helped him out of the trouble. He hurriedly left this beautiful field without looking back, afraid to see her tears.
Andy returned to his own world, ten years had passed since he left Provence. Struggling in the business world made him proud and arrogant. But at the same time, he also felt exhausted. The girl in the purple dress with the fragrance of lavender had gradually faded out of his circle of life.
His parents began to worry about his marriage, he flirted with those noble ladies, but he didn't want to get married, because every time he had a banquet, he would feel a sense of emptiness. Sometimes he met those charming ladies with fragrant, he would stop to smell their fragrance. They were wearing the perfume of violet and red rose, but he often became irritable because he couldn't find the fragrance of lavender. When Andy was 34 years old, he 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 was 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 most was lavender.
Time flies, enough to make many things change, when he rushed there, the small roadside inn had long been gone, replaced by a modern farm. Andy asked everywhere about Sophia's whereabouts and learned that they had moved away. Back to the factory, his manager reported to him: "We decided to hire a local herbal consultant, but we need your opinion, because she..." Andy waved his hand impatiently: "Don't report these things to me, you are responsible for everything."
For several days in a row, he was alone in the sea of lavender, lost in thought, smoking cigars. The past scenes came to mind one by one, he hated his selfishness and cowardice.
Now this field of lavender has been bought by him, but he has lost the angel who can bring this sea of flowers to life forever. At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Original lavender, also known as English lavender, has excellent quality, thin leaves, and short flower spikes, and long spike lavender, with wider leaves, longer flower stems and flower spikes. However, most of the lavender in Provence now is a mixture of these two." A familiar figure appeared in his field of vision, she was still sitting in a wheelchair, with a few more mature temperament than before. At this moment, she was carefully teaching Andy's employees to identify the types of lavender. It was Sophia!
Andy's tears couldn't help but flow down, he walked excitedly in front of her and murmured, "At any time, in any place, as long as I see a ray of sunshine by chance, smell a trace of fragrance, I will think of a field of purple in Provence. I hope that I can spend every day and night with the person I love, carrying her every day in the sea of lavender flowers, 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 dress slowly walking on the hill covered with lavender, talking and laughing, integrating with this purple sea of flowers, as if they had never been separated.
5. A long, long time ago, in a small village, there was a girl who often sat by the roadside, looking blankly and innocently at the passing pedestrians, silently saying in her heart: "If there really is an angel, I hope he can make my hair as beautiful as others." The girl had a head of purple hair, in such a small village, which was destined to be a tragedy.
The villagers all thought she was the incarnation of the devil, because people couldn't have purple hair. Her mother loved her very much, but a respected prophet in the village said that if her parents didn't abandon her, disaster would soon descend on the whole village. Her parents had no choice but to reluctantly drive her out.
Without support, the girl could only rely on herself to live. But she was too weak, she couldn't do rough work, even if she wanted to, others didn't want to hire her. Sometimes when she was hungry, she could only go to the forest to pick some fruits to fill her hunger.
One day, she discovered a sea of white small flowers far away from the village, those flowers were fragrant, and the fragrance could be smelled even ten miles away; what's more wonderful is that even standing in a large field of flowers, the fragrance is still elegant and gentle, not at all irritating. She had never seen such flowers before, of course, she didn't know that this was lavender. The villagers had never seen it either, but they loved flowers.
So she picked a bunch of white lavender and went to the village to sell it. The fragrance attracted many villagers, and they couldn't help but take out money to buy. From then on, the girl had to go a long way every day to pick lavender to sell. There was a very poor child in the village who followed her all day, he liked the flowers, he wanted to send the flowers to his mother, but he had no money to buy, so the girl gave him a bunch every day. She also often helped those in need, such as helping the blind grandma wash clothes, helping the hunchbacked grandpa pick olives. But the people she helped were too lowly, their words had no weight, so although she worked hard and was very kind, the villagers still couldn't accept her with purple hair.
When they bought flowers, they either pretended to look elsewhere or hurriedly threw down a handful of money and took a bunch of flowers, as if staying with her for a while would bring misfortune. One day, the granddaughter of the prophet insulted her and took away all her lavender. She ran to the forest and cried. 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 that the boy couldn't see, which made her very sad. Such a good person couldn't see the beauty of the world.
Compared to herself, she thought the boy was even 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 flower she had given him the day before and waited for her at the place where they first met. One day, the girl looked at the flower 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, withered. Why are they like this?" Do you know what they did?" The boy said, "These flowers went to see you last night! They know I can't see, so they volunteered to protect you. They almost go to see you every night to drive away annoying mosquitoes and bugs." "How come I don't know? Why didn't you let them wake me up?" "Because you sleep so sweetly, they don't want to wake you up."
The girl's eyes turned red, from then on, she made up her mind to help the boy regain his sight, even if he would reject her after he saw her. One day at dusk, the girl sold all the lavender she had picked that morning. In order to give the boy fresh lavender, she set off to the hill again. But she was too tired, she fell asleep after reaching the hill. When she was asleep, she heard someone talking by her ear. "She is so tired." "Yes." "She didn't come in the morning, why is she here again?" "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 our girl is so good to him..." "Is there any way to make him see?" "Of course! There is a spring in the forest, which is said to be the tears of the god of love, and the spring can make anyone's eyes regain their sight." Hearing this, the girl suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes, but saw no one, but she wasn't 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 the dream. She picked a bunch of flowers and gave them to the boy, telling him that she was going to a faraway place and would be back in a few days...
The girl went through all kinds of hardships and finally found the spring. She carefully filled the bottle and hurried back excitedly. When she handed the spring to the boy, she didn't hesitate at all. She could see that the boy was very excited,