What poems describe lavender?

Clusters of lavender are more enthusiastic, firm and brave. Some people say that she turned into a wisp of smoke with her youth, looking for a hometown full of roses; But some people say that lavender wraps the girl's persistent love soul, and she will always wait in the valley where she first met, waiting for the miracle of love. ...

What attracted me at first was the power of incense. The blue-purple incense sticks are released quietly until they are burned out. The blue and white smoke spiraled up, and I looked at it gently through the lingering smoke. Those smoke shadows that keep rising and disappearing immediately become concrete and vague images, white horses flying out of thin air, flying bodhisattvas with fluttering sleeves, graceful and affectionate fingertips ... Everything is slowly disillusioned in the excellent tour, leaving a fragrance.

Lavender often burns alone. The smell of all the newly sawed sawdust, mixed with a little smell of camphor and mint, emitted thinly, immediately surrounded the whole space, and the invisible power awakened the sleeping soul. It is covered with light feather gauze, flying and flying to the place where beauty lies.

Later, I actually owned two potted lavender plants. Two different kinds of lavender. A gorgeous and naive one, and a lavender with a hidden bone. Lavender mint and lavender are sweet.

The delicate, too light to touch, purple and blue flowers are dreamy and mysterious, as if from another country. Or, flowers in the moonlight. They grow quietly and poetically, live in front of French windows, are lovingly touched by the sun, and shed the shadow of a bunch of hazy flowers. It is said that flowers and plants have a silent nature and get along for a long time. Waiting for flowers to bloom is a beautiful thing. Just wet its soil with a little water and move out the plants that like light when the sun is shining. Then, I woke up in an ordinary morning, and the pot called mint lavender bloomed. The fairies stained with dew are thriving, like flowers, like grass. There are smoke purple buds with cobalt blue on the branches, and purple petals as warm as light wings are exposed outside, which are soft and slightly reddish and dusty. There are countless tiny black spots printed on it, and each flower is a charming face with a hint of witchcraft, like hiding some sweet plot. From the flowers, you can see a beautiful and lonely soul, walking slowly in past lives. Clusters of purple-blue flames instantly sting your heart and burn your eyes ... I met a poem full of lavender.

It is an irresistible natural law that flowering also means the decline of life. These two pots of lavender have always maintained an upward posture, and in a few days, the flower stems have taken away a lot at an unexpected speed. On successive rainy days, lavender drooped a few flowers, thinking that it would be silent and placed in a corner of the balcony. After the spring rain, it is bright and warm sunshine. Inadvertently, I found that purple-blue flowers appeared on the stems of the flowers, which were more calm and distant than the original colors, showing a rich and mature texture. Those struggling lives and souls are as beautiful as poetry. My sensitive nose also smelled the smell mixed with medicinal incense, which was deja vu-the smell from incense! However, it is natural, if there is a faint fragrance. It is grass that heals people. A pot of lavender that opens silently can soothe the soul.

I gradually learned about lavender. A kind of lavender has a unique fragrance, and mint has a little spicy taste of camphor, which is extremely sweet. There are many invisible oil glands hidden in its leaves and flowers, which will give off fragrance when touched. The tired spirit is stretched and enriched in the flowers. Lavender has a strong vitality, and people affectionately call it "the herb of the poor". Perhaps it is an elf who accidentally fell into the mortal world and was punished by God as a form of vegetation, but secretly preserved precious fragrance and graceful flowers, waiting for simple and kind people.

In the distant Provence, purple romance is in full bloom. Lavender fields covered with purple mist have been growing for more than a century. A little bit of broken purple slowly merged into a purple river, with blue in the purple, woven into a dream dress. Connected with it are mild weather, lush distant mountains, quiet rivers, and occasionally one or two white clouds floating on the tile blue, just like the impressionist scenery and the natural rhythm in Cezanne's paintings. Early summer is a festival in Provence, and the whole mountain is stained with purple clouds. In addition to flowers, it is fragrant, a pure romance and poetry. It was a mysterious dream, a fairy tale kingdom lit by lavender. If you can walk barefoot in the lavender field and the warm wind caresses your cheeks, the fragrance of flowers in the wind will pass through the power of time and space, which will be deeply remembered.

The life of vanilla is poetic. In fact, vegetation has a soul and has its own unique flower language. Lavender is also called "love grass", and its flower language is a miracle waiting for love. Spike purple and blue flowers are full of love sadness.

Legend has it that there lived a young girl in a quiet valley. When she came back from picking flowers, she met an injured blue and purple young man. The kind girl left the young man at home to heal. The magical lavender scented tea cured young people's diseases. They love each other deeply and can't leave each other ... So, girls should follow young people to their hometown full of roses in the distance. The oldest old man in the village gave the persistent girl a bunch of lavender before she left, telling her that the fragrance of lavender would make unclean things appear, so as to test the sincerity of young people. ...

On the morning of the trip, lavender in the valley swayed with the wind, and the wind was filled with unique floral fragrance. The girl followed the old man's words and threw the lavender bouquet on the young man. A purple smoke rose, and the young man disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "In fact, I am your heart to travel …" Soon, the flower girl disappeared from the valley. Clusters of lavender are more enthusiastic, firm and brave. Some people say that she turned into a wisp of smoke with her youth, looking for a hometown full of roses; But some people say that lavender wraps the girl's persistent love soul, and she will always wait in the valley where she first met, waiting for the miracle of love. ...

I like lavender. How many earthly flowers can bloom beautifully with the body, soothe the soul with fragrance, and wait for the miracle of love with persistence.