Lavender's Flower Language - Waiting for Love, Lavender is a fragrant little purple-blue flower. It is as romantic as its location. This flower born in Provence, France, there is a beautiful love legend:
Legend I:
A beautiful girl in Provence in ancient times, one day, she was alone in the cold valley picking buds waiting to bloom in the flowers, on the way home, met a traveler from a faraway wounded to ask her for directions. The young girl held her arms full of bouquets of flowers, her eyes looked fondly at the handsome young man, just in that moment, her heart has been occupied by the youth's passionate and unrestrained smile. Despite her family's objections, the young woman insisted that the youth stay in the guest room of her home to heal his wounds until he was cured. As the days passed, the youth's leg injury had healed, and their relationship also heated up rapidly. In a cool morning, the youth to say goodbye and leave, but the girl is not willing to family opposition also want to go with the youth far away, to the far away youth full of roses hometown... village grandmother in the girl before leaving, holding a handful of lavender bouquet of the first bloom, so that the infatuation of the girl to use this bouquet of the first bloom of lavender bouquets to try to find out the youth's true heart... said that It is said that the fragrance of lavender bouquet will make unclean things appear... It was that morning in the valley full of lavender, just as the youth took the girl's hand and was ready to go away, the girl hid a lavender bouquet in her coat and threw it on the youth's body, thus, a purple light smoke gathered and dispersed... In the valley, you can vaguely hear the cold wind blowing. The young man was whispering... I am the heart you want to travel ah... leaving the lonely figure of the girl alone melancholy... Not long, the girl was nowhere to be seen, some people say, she was looking for young people to go along with the fragrance of the flowers, some people say, she was also young people transformed into a brigade of light smoke disappeared in the valley! ......
The appearance of this flower represents love and commitment as its flower language, waiting for love.
Legend 2:
These lavender can be favored by the fashion community, because they also have many romantic and beautiful meaning. Lavender has great connotations and implies the right attitude towards life. Lavender has long been recognized as a symbol of purity, cleanliness, protection, gratitude and peace. Lavender also means "waiting for love".
Legend has it that one day, the Virgin Mary hung the washed baby clothes of Jesus on lavender, and since then lavender has been given the meaning of symbolizing the taste of heaven. Others say that the Virgin Mary washed Jesus' baby clothes directly with lavender-soaked water, and maybe that's why people in the past liked lavender so much for washing clothes. But others say that the Virgin Mary used to pray to lavender, so not only does lavender have a persistent scent, it also has the power to expel demons. (But it is generally said that the Virgin Mary hung her garments on white rosemary, so the rosemary turned blue as a sign of respect.)
"Lavender represents true love" was the most representative lyrical poem of the Elizabethan era. Therefore, it was popular for lovers to give lavender to each other as an expression of love. During this period, Charles I of England was also a sentimentalist, and when he was courting Nell Gwyn, he gave a bag of dried lavender, tied with a golden ribbon, to his beloved.
Provence is a poem of love, and no one can live here and not be moved.
As for folklore, there is a custom to scent the bride's gown with lavender. In Ireland, on the other hand, the locals would tie lavender to bridges for good luck to come. It is said that putting a small bag of dried lavender on your body can help you find the man of your dreams.
A sprinkling of lavender sachets at weddings can bring you a happy and fulfilling marriage.
Legend III:
Lavender's flower language is waiting for love. There is such a moving legend:
Legend has it that a long time ago, an angel fell in love with a mortal woman named Lavender. The first tears were left for her, and the wings fell off for her Although the angel had to endure severe pain every day, they were still happy. But the happiness was short-lived, the angel was captured back to heaven, deleted that he and lavender that happy time, was relegated to the mortal world before he left another tear, tears into a butterfly to accompany his most beloved girl. And still in lavender foolishly waiting for him to come back to accompany her only that butterfly. Day and night in the angel left the garden waiting, finally, turned into a small plant. Every year it will bloom lavender flowers. They fly everywhere, searching for the angel who was relegated to the mortal world.
People call the plant "lavender".
Legend 4: I remember a man named Andy said: "Once you go to Provence, you'll never want to leave. Because there is something there that you want." It is also because of these words that he found his own happiness. Years later, Andy still clearly remembers the summer when he first went to Provence. Lifting his eyes is the vast wilderness, the sky is deep and far away, the wind blows low, far away from the valley comes the faint sound of the bells of the sheep, ethereal and quiet. On a windy June day, the boundless lavender is turning from a delicate light green to a ripe deep purple. Eighteen-year-old Andy was captivated by everything here. With his backpack on, he wandered alone through the streets and fields of the villages. Provence was a paradise, completely different from the glamor and glitz of Paris, full of freedom and freshness. He thought to himself, until his field of vision suddenly appeared like a large sea of romantic purple lavender. He hurriedly ran towards this sea of flowers, not paying attention to the fact that his arm had been bitten by an insect. He couldn't help but stop in his tracks as a sharp pain hit him. "Rub it with lavender scent and you'll be fine." A soft voice came from the side, Andy found a girl in a purple linen dress sitting under the window of a small roadside inn, she took out a bottle of ointment, saying that it was Provencal Marigold Oil, and that a few drops could be used to reduce inflammation in abrasions or mosquito bites. When she gently rubbed for him, he smelled a light lavender fragrance, very intoxicating. I don't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or the psychological effect, but Andy's wound actually stopped hurting immediately. During the conversation, he learned that the girl was the daughter of the owner of this small hotel, named Sofia. He hadn't read much, but had a deep interest in lavender. "Will you be a guide for me? I would love to visit that hillock in front of me." "I, I ......" Sofia's face turned red, "When I was a child, I lost the use of my legs in a car accident, and could only spend my days sitting here looking at the purple sea in the distance. " Andy then realized that Sofia was wearing an ankle-length skirt that covered her legs. He apologized profusely for his presumption and became incoherent; "Huh? I'm so sorry, I was careless." "Actually, liking Provence doesn't necessarily mean that you have to walk barefoot in a sea of lavender flowers day and night!" Sofia laughed, "Admiring her beauty from afar might give yourself more room to fantasize!" "Tell you what, I'll carry you up to see it." Andy burst out, "See the lavender kingdom that your heart is so excited about." Sofia was first shocked, then a wave of emotion surged up. When they finally reached the highest point of the hillock, Sofia leaned on Andy's solid shoulder and exclaimed, "I saw them, they are even more beautiful than I imagined, each bud is a purple elf swaying and dancing." Over the next few days together, Andy sensed that Sofia could be considered a lavender expert. She helped Andy put a lavender scented sachet at the foot of his bed to fill the room with a light fragrance that she said would ease agitation and help him sleep peacefully. She also put a sprig or two of lavender in a bottle of olive oil or vinegar to keep the melting summer spirit resident. She also said that if she burned dried lavender in the fireplace as winter approached, it would be even more fragrant. Andy found himself liking the girl more and more, and her vivacious kindness captivated him. But he feels sweet when he realizes that he has fallen into a love that he can't help himself. At the same time, he also feels confused, because he knows he can't give this beautiful girl any commitment. It was evening, the silver-white moon hung in the deep blue sky, and the air was dry, warm, and filled with the scent of lavender. S was silent too, filled with the scent of lavender and the soft murmur of the wind. Andy talked about his family, "My family is in Paris, owns an investment company, and my parents want me to follow in their footsteps. When I graduate from college, I will definitely make it big in the mall." Looking at Sofia's gentle gaze, he couldn't help but kiss her, he loved her lavender-like elegance and calmness, but he couldn't imagine that one day, when he became the elite of the shopping mall, he would show up at a dinner party with a village girl with crippled legs. The clever Sofia saw his hesitation, and he deliberately said to him, "I won't go to the big city with you, this is my home. Sitting on my doorstep every day, looking at the lavender on the distant hillocks, is the happiest thing that ever happened to me. I can't leave my home town." Andy was silent. At last the day of parting came. Sofia put a sprig of lavender on his jacket pocket and looked at him with a smile, "In fact, you don't have to love someone forever and ever. If you like Provence, you don't have to walk barefoot in the lavender sea every day. Anytime, anywhere, as long as by chance to see a ray of sunshine, smell a trace of fragrance, will be able to ripple in the heart of a purple field." Andy's heart stung, he had hurt her in this way, and instead of the slightest resentment, he had relieved him. He left this beautiful field in a hurry, without looking back, afraid to see her tears. Andy returned to his own world, having been away from Provence for ten years. He had been away from Provence for ten years. The business world had made him high-minded and proud. But he also felt exhausted. The girl with the purple dress and lavender scent has faded from his life. Her parents began to worry about his life, he flirted with those famous girls, but he didn't want to get married, because after every social event, he felt an inexplicable emptiness, he sometimes met those charming ladies and stopped to smell them. They were perfumed with violets and red roses, but he was often annoyed when he couldn't find the scent of lavender. By the time he was 34, Andy had become president of a large company in Paris and was ready to invest in a fragrance production site in Provence. At the same time, he also had a wish, that is, he hoped to find Sofia, regardless of whether she was married and had children, he had to tell her, for so many years, his favorite flower is only lavender. Time flies, and it's enough to make a lot of things change. When he hurriedly arrived there, the roadside inn was long gone, and in its place was a modern farm. Andy asks around for Sofia's whereabouts and learns that they have moved away. Back at the factory, his cognizant manager reported to him, "We've decided to hire a local herb consultant, but we need to ask your opinion because she 。。。。" Andy waved his hand impatiently, "Don't report these things to me, you guys just take full responsibility." For several days, he was alone in the sea of lavender, smoking a cigar. Scenes from the past surfaced one by one, and he hated his own selfishness and cowardice. Now that he had bought the lavender fields, he had lost the angel that had brought them to life forever. At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Native lavender, also known as English lavender, is of excellent quality, with thin leaves and short flower spikes, as well as long spikes of lavender, with wider leaves and longer flower stems and spikes. However, most of the lavender in Provence Huatian is a mixture of these two ...... "A familiar figure appeared in his field of vision, she is still sitting in a wheelchair, compared to the previous days of the Qingxiu have a few more points of maturity. At the moment, she was carefully teaching Andy's staff to recognize the types of lavender. It was Sofia! Andy's tears flowed uncontrollably, and he walked in front of her excitedly, murmuring, "At any time, anywhere, when I happen to see a ray of sunshine and smell a trace of fragrance, I will remember that there is a purple field in Provence. I hope to love a person can be with her towards the end of the day, carrying her day after day to walk in the sea of lavender flowers, until old age. What do you say? ......" Since then, the residents of Provence often see a middle-aged man carrying a woman wearing a purple linen dress, slowly walking on the hillock full of lavender, they talked and laughed, and this purple sea of flowers into one, as if never separated.
Legend 5: A long, long time ago, in a small village, there was a girl who used to sit on the side of the street, looking blankly and innocently at the pedestrians coming and going, and saying in her heart: 'If there is an angel, I hope he will make my hair the same as other people's. "The girl had a purple head and a purple hair. "The girl had long purple hair, which was destined to be a tragedy in a village the size of a palm. Everyone in the village thought she was the devil incarnate because it was impossible for a human being to have purple hair. Her mother loved her very much, but a respected prophet in the village said that if her parents did not abandon her, disaster would soon befall the whole village. Her parents had no choice but to throw her out. Without dependence, the girl was left to live on her own. But she was too weak to do the rough work, and even if she wanted to do it, people were not willing to ask for her help. Sometimes when she was hungry, she could only go into the forest to pick some fruit to feed herself. One day, far away from the village, she found a mountain full of small white flowers, the fragrance of which was so strong that she could smell it from ten miles away; what was even more wonderful was that even when she stood in a large field of flowers, she could still smell the fragrance, which was still light and mild, not pungent at all. She had never seen this kind of flower before, and certainly did not know that it was lavender. The villagers had never seen it either, but they loved flowers. So she picked a large handful of white lavender and went to the village to sell it. The scent of the flowers attracted so many villagers that they couldn't help but pay for them. From then on, the girl had to walk a long way every day to pick lavender to sell. There was a very poor boy in the village who followed her all day long, he loved the flowers and wanted to give them to his mother, but he didn't have any money to buy them, so the girl gave him a bunch of them every day. She often helped those in need, such as washing the clothes of a blind grandmother or picking olives for a hunchbacked grandfather. But the people she helped were too low in status and their words carried no weight, so despite her efforts and kindness, the villagers couldn't accept her with her purple hair. When they buy flowers, they don't pretend to look away, they just throw down a handful of money and take away a bunch of flowers, as if staying with her for a while will bring them bad luck. One day the Prophet's granddaughter insulted her and took all her lavender. She ran to the forest and wept. At that moment a very handsome boy came to comfort her ...... The girl felt surprised and happy, for no one had ever been so kind to her. But she soon realized that the boy was blind which made her very sad. It made her very sad that such a nice person could not see the beauty of the world. She felt that the boy was even more unfortunate than she was, for although she was rejected by the villagers, she could at least see the rich forests, the clear streams, the silent mountains, and the lavender in her hand, which was as white as snow. So she gave him lavender every day and talked to him. The boy always held the flowers she had given him the day before and stood waiting for her at the place where they first met. One day the girl looked at the flowers in the boy's hand and said, "These poor flowers are dead! Last night they were so beautiful, and now their leaves are drooping and withering. Why are they like this?" "Do you know what they have done?" The boy said, "These flowers went to you last night! They knew I couldn't see, so they all volunteered to go and protect you for me. They visit you almost every night to get rid of the nasty mosquitoes and bedbugs for you." "Why didn't I know that? Why don't you let them wake me up?" "Because you sleep so sweetly that they can't bear to wake you." The girl's eyes reddened, and from that moment she made up her mind to restore the boy's eyes to light, even though he might dislike her after he saw her. One day at dusk, the girl sold all the lavender she had picked that morning, and in order to give the boy fresh lavender, she set out for the hill again. But she was so tired that she fell asleep when she reached the hill. While she was asleep, she heard what sounded like someone talking in her ear. "She's so tired." "Yes." "Didn't she come in the morning? Why is she coming again now?" "Don't you know? She wants to give the most beautiful flower to the boy in the forest ......" "I heard that boy is blind ......" "It's because he's blind that he's so kind to our little girl ......" "Is there any way to make him see?" "Of course there is! There is a spring in the forest, which is said to be the tears of the God of Love, and that spring can restore sight to anyone's eyes." At this the girl awoke at once, and opened her eyes, but she saw no one; but she was not at all afraid, for her heart was at peace, and she knew that some kind angel must be helping her in secret. She remembered every word that was said in her dream. She picked a large bouquet of flowers and gave them to the boy, telling him that she was going to a faraway place and wouldn't be back until a few days later....... The girl finally found the spring after a lot of hard work, and she filled the bottle carefully and excitedly made her way back to the spring. She didn't hesitate at all when she handed the spring water to the boy. She could see that the boy was excited, and his joy comforted her. As he rubbed the spring water on his eyes, she quietly left. The spring restored the boy's eyes. There was moonlight streaming in from between the branches of the trees, and he saw the colorful world, and the lavender as white as snow at his fingertips, and even many cute little goblins playing happily. But he did not see his beloved girl. The girl left quietly, not wanting the boy to see her and her purple hair. The boy was sad, but he could not find the girl. The goblins rode around in pairs every day on the leaves and dewdrops on the long grass, but none of them could tell him where the girl was. One day, looking at the wilting lavender in his hands, the boy decided to go to the place where the lavender bloomed to find the girl. He didn't know where the place was, but the wind brought him the scent of lavender, which was like a wandering thread, and he followed it step by step. Before the sun set, he finally came to the field full of lavender. The first thing he saw was the girl. The girl shrieked and ran away. The boy chased after her and grabbed her. The girl cried, "I'm a monster, we can't be together ...... whoever is with me, bad luck will come to whoever is with me." The boy embraced the girl and told her, "I don't care! I love you!" Just when the boy said these words, the sky suddenly flashed a light, as if the sky full of stars are falling to them, streams of light flying in the girl's hair color into a light fog, penetrate all the lavender petals, the girl's hair gradually turned into a gold, shining eye-catching, pure white lavender is turned into a purple sea... ...Since then, lavender has always been purple, and people say that the color of the flower is the color of love. ......"