Who knows some beautiful legends?

Iris, a perennial herb of Iris in Iridaceae, also known as iris roof, blue butterfly, flat bamboo flower and Zhu Yingtai flower, originated in Europe and China. Rhizomes prostrate and jointed, with short internodes. Blade sword-shaped, thin, light green, alternately arranged in two rows. The flower stems are almost as long as the leaves. The raceme flowers 1-3 are butterfly-shaped, mostly blue and purple, but also white and yellow, and the flowering period is April-May.

Wei Ying is not only for viewing, but also an important raw material for obtaining the essence.

Flower language:

Messenger of love, resurrection, life, the happiness of believers.

Colorful irises represent different meanings. White iris represents innocence, yellow represents eternal friendship, enthusiasm and cheerfulness, blue represents appreciation of each other's elegance or unrequited love, and purple represents love and auspiciousness.

Legend:

Iris, the Chinese name comes from its petals like a kite tail. A kite is a bird of the Eagle family. The poem "The Foothills of Daya Gan" says: "The kite flies in the sky and the fish jumps in Yu Yuan."

Iris means "rainbow" in Greek, which means iris is as colorful as a rainbow. Iris comes from the name of the Greek rainbow goddess. She is the messenger of the gods and the mortal world. Her main task is to bring the souls of good people back to heaven through the rainbow bridge between heaven and earth. Up to now, the Greeks often plant this kind of flower in the cemetery, hoping that the soul after death can entrust Alice to bring it back to heaven, which is also the origin of the flower language "the messenger of love"

In ancient Egypt, iris represented "strength" and "eloquence".

The legend of iris in Southeast Asia is like a fairy tale. Millions of years ago, iris could only be found in dense tropical forests. They are so beautiful that not only birds, animals and bees like them, but also the breeze and running water have to stop to appreciate them.

Israelis generally believe that the yellow iris is a symbol of "gold", so there is a custom of planting iris in the cemetery, that is, hoping to bring wealth to the afterlife.

In France, iris is a symbol of light and freedom.

Vetiveria zizanioides is the national flower of France, and the symbol of the French royal family is the famous blue gold iris coat of arms.

Iris is the symbol of the Virgin Mary and the "flower of virginity". There are countless virgin Mary holding iris or portraits in iris.

After King Clovis, the founder of the French monarchy, converted to Christianity, the iris was regarded as a sacred object given to the French king by the angel of God, representing the trinity of the Christian Father, Son and Holy Spirit. According to legend, when King Louis Clovis was baptized, God gave him a Jin Baihe. The French pronunciation of lily is similar to that of "Flower of Louis". The French regard Jin Baihe as a symbol of purity, while Jin Baihe symbolizes the "Holy Spirit" with the image of pigeons flying.

French King Louis VI used Jin Baihe as his seal and coin pattern, and also used it to decorate the edge of his blue robe. He wore a blue robe to attend the ceremony of being appointed king, so the golden lily became a symbol of kingship.

Attached:

A beautiful poem.

Singing Iris (Shu Ting)

My sadness is because of your shining.

Lift the faint nimbus.

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one

On your chest

I became a singing iris.

The breeze you breathe blows me.

In the tinkling moonlight

Use your broad palm.

contingently

Cover me.

two

Can I dream now?

It's snowing. Big forest

Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers

Can I have a real Christmas tree?

Covered with

Roller skates, magic flutes and fairy tales

Fireworks and fountains show joy.

Can I run in the street with a smile?

Don't ask me.

Why do you turn your head slightly in your dreams?

The past is like a cricket hiding in the corner.

Sobbing quietly and stubbornly.

four

Let me have a quiet dream.

Don't leave me.

That short, short street

We've been walking for a long time.

Let me have a peaceful dream.

Leave me alone

Ignore the crows who can't hover.

As long as there are no clouds in your eyes

Let me have an absurd dream.

Don't laugh at me.

I want to walk into your lines every day.

I will come back to you blushing every night.

Let me have a crazy dream.

Forgive and tolerate my tyranny.

When I say: You are mine! You are mine

Honey, don't blame me. ...

I even long for it.

A thousand waves of enthusiasm

Drown you a million times

five

When we meet face to face.

Take a high-speed train to the moon, for example.

The world screamed back.

Time is spinning wildly.

Fall like an avalanche.

When we look at each other quietly

The soul is like a venue in an art exhibition.

A whirlpool and a sunshine whirlpool.

Attract us deeper.

Silence, Enrichment and Harmony

six

done

Sitting hand in hand in the dark.

Let the old and young voice

Wear it in our hearts

Even if there is an emperor knocking at the door

You don't have to talk to me.

but ...

seven

Wait? What is that? What's that noise?

Wake up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins.

When I'm dizzy

Forever awake sea

What is that? Whose will?

Open the eyes of my body and soul together.

"You must carry the cross every day.

Come with me. "

eight

Umbrella dream

Dandelions fly like flies.

Surrounded by a crater.

nine

My emotional bougainvillea

You would rather live than die.

Back to your stormy hillside.

Don't shake the vase.

The wild swan in my nature

Even if you get shot.

Through the open winter.

Don't miss the spring scenery with railings

However, my name and my faith

At the same time entered the runway.

A single record representing a country.

I have no right to rest.

The sprint of life

There is no end, only speed.

ten

towards

The sky that will make the highest ruling.

I lift my face.

Feng, you can take me there.

But I still have a heart of my own

Recognize the rights of the unhappy.

eleven

Honey, raise your lamp.

Follow me on the road.

Let me broadcast it with my lines.

The ideal clock is in the hometown of overseas Chinese behind the swamp, and the night is so soft.

Lights and cities clustered in my arms, and the lights arched.

Let my lines continue to trudge with me

The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: you can't go there.

The criss-crossing land of springs provides signposts for flowers.

twelve

I walked across Kouga Street to the square.

I walked into the pumpkin shed, out of the highland barley and into the wasteland.

Life has been casting me.

There is a heavy yoke on one side and a corolla on the other.

But no one knows.

I'm still your stupid girl who can't do arithmetic.

No matter how the symphony of the times swept away my echo.

You can still recognize my unique voice.

thirteen

I stand up straight.

Tasteless, proud, especially young.

The storm of pain is in my heart.

The sun is on my forehead.

My yellow skin is bright and transparent.

My black hair is thick and lush.

chinese mother

To the children who answered the call.

Baptize again

fourteen

Call me your "Birch Tree"

Your little blue star, mom.

If the bullet comes,

Hit me first

I smiled and my eyes were clear.

Slowly slide down mother's shoulder.

Don't cry, Honghua.

Blood, burning on your waves

……

fifteen

By then, my dear

Don't be sad.

Although there is no one else.

Lift up a frivolous dress

Through the alley where cicadas sing and rain.

Knock on your stained glass window

Although there are no naughty hands.

Set the alarm clock.

He said angrily, now take your positions.

Go ahead, get back on your course.

Don't sit on the jade base.

Create a simple image of me

Not to mention the lonely guitar.

Turn the calendar back page by page.

sixteen

Your position

Under that flag

Ideal makes pain shine.

This is the olive tree I entrusted.

For you.

final conclusion

Come to me with pigeons.

Come to me in the morning.

You will learn from people's love.

Find me.

Find yours

Singing iris