Ancient poems and sentences about lavender

Author: Song Yulan

Dream, stained with color, has my favorite purple.

It's gorgeous romance under the blue sky.

Smelling the flowers, floating in the wind.

In my dream, it gently calls my name.

Gave me a piece of land abroad.

Dream, fall in love with freedom, have my sincere feelings.

It is graceful and swaying, and disappeared under the blue sky.

Flip a distant melody

I gently picked up its love, in my dream.

Hold it tightly in your arms and plant it in your heart.

Since then, a lavender manor has been opened up in my mind, and the fragrance is diffuse.

2. lavender

Author: Xidi

I like the sky because of blue.

Because I like the sky and the blooming clouds.

Because you turned around.

Like solitary smoke, like sunset, sunset glow and afterglow.

Even like an old chair.

I like wisteria's dry skin and atrophied bones.

And you, like a bunch of lavender.

As one of them, smell my breath and perspective.

After that, you hold your throat first.

Then, you hold the whole body, including nostrils and soul.

This is nothing more than to

I will also make a lavender that blooms in the corner of your eye.

Actually, there are too many people.

I really want to meditate, eat people and eat fireworks by your side.

Step 3: lavender

Author: Annie

The whole early summer, in the early morning

When the night elves say goodbye to tears, Pearl

When it was still hanging on the grass

When the world wakes up, it is still gentle.

Always stay on the balcony for a while.

Like waking up in the middle of the night

Reach out and touch the newborn baby around you.

See if the purple across the river is still there.

I seem to see myself every time.

Wearing cheongsam, barefoot.

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Let the rain drop on the instep

Yes, they are always there.

They won't always be there.

The whole early summer morning

Without rain, there would be no you.

4. lavender

Author: Zhao Yaling

I want to embroider your heart on the rainy clouds.

Send you a letter.

It doesn't matter if you can bring the mud smell of Qinling Mountain. The important thing is.

I want you to hear the sound of grass by the Jinling River.

If the rainbow hangs in the blue sky

That grass is bound to chase the wings of birds.

in the sun

Put on your dream clothes

5, lavender flower language

Author: Huayang

Your footsteps are getting closer.

My shortness of breath continued the tension in my previous life.

I feel the glory of holding hands.

The purple sky merged into a dazzling sea of flowers.

You said I was waiting for the angel of love

Are you there? Is that you? Is it really you?

I try to open every little bud.

I tried to shake the trunk holding a short memory.

Collect eternal fragrance for you

Just waiting for you to recognize my face at a glance.

Is that you? Is that you? Is it really you?

Your footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the wind chimes are nice.

I'm waiting for your smiling eyes

Pierce my fantasy

The sky reflects the purple waves in the bay.

This is my ups and downs

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for your heart.

Eye gestures open a unique style all the way.

Talk about Zhu Liu's life experience and piano music from overseas.

Talk about farm chickens, natural weeds and gifts of fine stones.

The legend of lavender is crumbling, and Gegutang has been waiting for thousands of years.

Listen to the whispers of floating clouds and chew romantic poems on the red land.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the mountains and rivers are green.

Fireworks of divine desire

Raise your neck and drink the sun and moon in your eyes.

No familiar bird will get lost at present.

At this moment, a bunch of fireworks lit the lamp of the soul.

Whether you come or not, whether you study or not,

The rain will go against the sky.

Some traces of returning to nature will never leave.

2. Lavender Flower Language, a poem describing the beautiful word lavender, has made many literati praise and lament the spoony men and women roaming in the ocean of love, leaving endless beauty and sadness. Everything in the world is born and died in the movement of contradiction and variation, and the time of falling flowers and falling moon records the traces of loss. Love is not a beautiful paradise. God can only helplessly look at the songs that his people once loved together, but now they are different. Don't let the chains of love lock you up. Don't blame yourself, narcissism, and the promise of killing boredom for love is like a colorful cloud on the horizon. When I woke up, the sky was clear. Letting go of the other person's hand to escape from confusion is actually a kind of gentleness. Do you and he both smile at each other for the past? Is it also a kind of sustenance for you and him to seal the pink diary in a corner of your heart? You and he have no mistake in turning all love and hate into butterflies, so that memories can enjoy peace when they lose love with dull days, which is also a kind of touching. The loneliness of the soul makes you pure and natural. Isn't a woman a vine? Even if she cries till dawn, is she waiting for the sun to rise? Meet love again. Lavender has been loved by people since ancient times because of its elegant fragrance and medical efficacy. The name of lavender comes from the Latin word lavare, which means "washing", so the Romans added lavender to the bath water. Lavender became a valuable plant in the12nd century, and was planted in the gardens of European medical monasteries in the13rd and14th centuries.

1568, lavender was planted in Hertfordshire, and it was commercialized after 1823. /kloc-In the 8th century, Yardley Perfume Company planted lavender in mitcham, Surrey, and used lavender to make soap and perfume. Essential oil companies also name towns or streets after lavender, such as Lavender Mountain in South London, Provence in France, and especially the mountainous areas near Grasse. Lavender used to be mixed and distilled, and it was not until 1760 that the characteristics of various lavender were classified.

Lavender is an evergreen aromatic shrub, native to southern Europe, especially the Mediterranean region. Most commercially produced lavender is grown in France, Spain, Bulgaria and Russia.

Tasmania also produces lavender, and the Norfolk lavender industry in Britain is small but thriving. Lavender can grow in quite high mountain areas, and when a single plant grows to one meter, it will become very hard and huge.

Narrow leaves are gray and fluffy, and flowers are gray-blue and grow on slender stems. Oil glands are stellate hairs, which are distributed all over leaves, flowers and stems. Rubbing flowers or leaves with two fingers will squeeze out some oil, but its fragrance will not last. There are several kinds of lavender, mainly narrow-leaved lavender, European lavender and spearmint.

Lavender essential oil is extracted from narrow leaf L.angustifolia or L.officinalis (medicinal lavender) and real lavender L.vera, namely Dutch lavender. The color of lavender essential oil varies from deep yellow to deep yellow-green, and its fragrance is very rich.

The composition and quality of essential oils vary greatly due to climate, soil and height. It is generally believed that French lavender is better than English lavender. For example, French lavender contains more linalyl acetate, which can produce more fruity and sweet fragrance, and is more pleasant than English camphor-flavored lavender with higher linalool content.

In addition, lavender stems can also extract essential oils, but the fragrance is not as elegant as flowers. Lavender is a fragrant purple-blue flower.

It's as romantic as its location. This flower, produced in Prouvant, France, has a beautiful love legend: in ancient times, Prouvant had a beautiful girl. One day, she was alone in the cold valley picking flowers in bud. On her way home, she met an injured traveler from far away and asked her for directions.

The girl looked at the handsome young man affectionately with a bunch of flowers in her hand. At that moment, her heart was occupied by the young man's passionate smile. Despite the opposition of her family, the girl insisted that the young people stay in the guest room at home to heal until they recovered.

As the days passed, the young man's leg injury had healed and their feelings quickly warmed up. On a cool morning, the young man wanted to say goodbye, but the girl didn't want to be opposed by her family. She went away with the young man and went to the hometown where the young man was full of roses in the distance.

The old woman in the village held a bunch of lavender before the girl left, so that the spoony girl could test the sincerity of her youth with this bunch of lavender. It is said that the fragrance of lavender bouquet will make unclean things appear.

This is the morning when the valley is full of lavender. Just as the girl was holding hands and preparing for a long trip, the girl threw a bunch of lavender hidden in her coat on the teenager. In this way, a burst of purple light smoke suddenly gathered and dispersed, and there was a faint cold wind in the valley, like a young man humming. I am your heart that wants to travel far, leaving the girl alone to be depressed.

Before long, the girl disappeared. Some people say that she followed the flowers to find youth. Some people say that she was also transformed into a large group of light smoke by the youth and disappeared into the valley.

Lavender represents love and commitment, just like its flower language-waiting for love.

3. Ancient poems describing lavender looking forward to the sun.

Chapter II Endless Provence

I'm here to bask in the sun, and no one knows the purpose of my visit. Those passers-by don't know, those who come don't know, and the sun won't know. I saw the endless Provence, and the ocean of lavender drowned all my resistance. I am a poet. I can't choose the starting point of my life, but I can choose my own way to die. Elegant purple is totally romantic luxury for no reason. Like my arrogance, like your nobility. Just like your absinthe made me sacrifice my ears, just like your amorous feelings made me slaughter Rambo! Now it's your fennel and olives blooming in the bright sun. Such a lush lavender field blooms so pure purple in the high and low fields, which opens a romantic symbol in Xia Feng. Like the quietest thoughts, the sweetest melancholy, as if hidden in the hearts of relatives but never able to hold your hand, the kind of grand and painful sadness. On this gorgeous night, the fireworks fountain will bloom the wonders between the sea and the sky. On this night of fireworks, I will abandon the promise of the sun, and I will be just me. Only poetry is the color of the sky, and only purple can touch my forehead. Do you smell that big purple? Did your skin touch the fragrance floating in the wind? Do you feel me beside you? The dark abyss can no longer be the reason to stop us, and the city of the sky can no longer bind my impulse. Tonight, you will be just you, no longer anyone, and I will seal the city with a kiss.

4. What are the poems about "Lavender" 1, Lavender from the bottom of my heart: Zheng Yutong, don't cry even in the dark, please remember that little glory.

It whirled in two whirlpools, one surrounded me gently, and the other quietly left. Fragrance is flowing in the wind, bringing endless thoughts and infinite reverie.

The rain falls gently, which is the tears of compassion for nine days. Gently lift the starlight and let it ripple.

Pray for sunset glow, may there be no more disasters. I saw the place where the dream began, and a large area of lavender was in full bloom.

Purple swaying smile, and soft fragrance. Bloom, bloom, demure and lively in my field of vision, and beautiful dreams make their clothes.

In full bloom during the day, the night is equally charming. Even if no one is watching, don't forget to sing with your heart.

The shallow ripples in my heart have lavender smiles in my dreams, and a group of swallowtail butterflies roam on them, which is another kind of fragrance. Every expression on my face hides a wish, as beautiful as the first light on the horizon.

The lavender in my heart is still fragrant and fragrant, with moonlight all the way, a dream, let me meet it, brilliant and far away. 2. Lavender Author: Dongyan likes the sky because of its blue color, and the blooming clouds because you turn around and like solitary smoke, sunset glow, sunset glow and afterglow, even an old chair, and you, like a member of a group of lavender, smell my breath and perspective. Then you grabbed your throat first, and then you grabbed your whole body, including your nostrils and your soul. Nothing more than making me a lavender and opening it in the corner of your eye. In fact, there are too many people. I really want to meditate, eat people and eat fireworks by your side. 3. Lavender Author: Hunan/Annie, the whole early summer, in the early morning, when the tears of the night elves are still hanging on the grass, when the world wakes up, it is still gentle, just like waking up in the middle of the night, reaching out and touching the newborn baby around to see if the purple on the other side of the river is still there. Every time, I seem to see myself wearing a cheongsam and holding an oil-paper umbrella barefoot to let the rain drop on my instep. They are always there, yes, they won't always have no rain in the early summer morning. Without you, 4. Lavender Flower Author: Huayang, your footsteps are getting closer and closer. My shortness of breath prolonged the tension of my previous life. I feel the brilliant purple sky hand in hand and merge into a dazzling sea of flowers. You said I was waiting for the angel of love. Are you there? Is that you? Is it really you? I try to bloom every little flower bud. I try to shake the stem with fleeting memories and collect eternal fragrance for you. I'm just waiting for you to recognize me at a glance. Is that you? Is it really you? Your footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the sound of wind chimes is as good as mine. I am waiting for your smiling eyes to penetrate my reverie. The purple waves in the bay reflected by the sky are my ups and downs. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for your eyes and gestures to give me my heart. I will open my unique style and talk about the life of bamboo and willow. The piano sounds from overseas talk about the gifts of farm chickens, natural weeds and fine stones, filled with the legend of lavender, and Gegutang listens to the once-in-a-thousand-year floating clouds whispering. Chewing romantic poems on the red land, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the fireworks on the green mountains and green waters raise their necks with sacred longing, drinking the sun and the moon facing each other, and there will be no familiar birds lost. At this moment, a pile of fireworks will get the magic lamp of the soul. Whether you come or not, whether you watch it or not, the rain will go against the sky. Some traces of returning to nature have never left. 5. Lavender Author: Zhao Yaling embroidered her mind on the rainy clouds. I want to send you a letter. It doesn't matter whether you can bring it.

5. Lavender Flower Talk, a poem describing lavender, a beautiful love word, has made many literati praise and lament the spoony men and women roaming in the ocean of love, leaving endless beauty and sadness. Everything in the world is born and died in the movement of contradiction and variation, and the time of falling flowers and falling moon records the traces of loss. Love is not a beautiful paradise. God can only helplessly look at the songs that his people once loved together, and now they are all different. Don't let the chains of love bind you. Don't blame yourself for narcissism. A promise to kill boredom for love is like a colorful cloud in the sky. When I woke up, the sky was clear. Let go of each other's hands and escape from confusion. In fact, letting go is also a kind of gentleness. You and he both smile at each other for the past. Is it also a kind of sustenance for you and him to seal the pink diary in a corner of your heart? There is nothing wrong with you and him. It is also a touch to turn all love and hate into butterflies and let memories fly. With the dull days, when you lose your love, you get peace and enjoy your inner loneliness, which makes you pure and natural. Women are not vines. Even if they cry till dawn, do you know the flower language of lavender? Meet love again. Lavender has been loved by people since ancient times because of its elegant fragrance and medical efficacy. The name of lavender comes from the Latin word lavare, which means "washing", so the Romans added lavender to the bath water. In the 12th century, lavender became a very precious plant. In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries,

1568, lavender was planted in Hertfordshire, and it was commercialized after 1823. /kloc-In the 8th century, Yardley Perfume Company planted lavender in mitcham, Surrey, and used lavender to make soap and perfume. Essential oil companies also name towns or streets after lavender, such as Lavender Mountain in South London, Provence in France, and especially the mountainous areas near Grasse. Lavender used to be mixed and distilled, and it was not until 1760 that the characteristics of various lavender were classified.

Lavender is an evergreen aromatic shrub, native to southern Europe, especially the Mediterranean region. Most commercially produced lavender is grown in France, Spain, Bulgaria and Russia.

Tasmania also produces lavender, and the Norfolk lavender industry in Britain is small but thriving. Lavender can grow in quite high mountain areas, and when a single plant grows to one meter, it will become very hard and huge.

Narrow leaves are gray and fluffy, and flowers are gray-blue and grow on slender stems. Oil glands are stellate hairs, which are distributed all over leaves, flowers and stems. Rubbing flowers or leaves with two fingers will squeeze out some oil, but its fragrance will not last. There are several kinds of lavender, mainly narrow-leaved lavender, European lavender and spearmint.

Lavender essential oil is extracted from narrow leaf L.angustifolia or L.officinalis (medicinal lavender) and real lavender L.vera, namely Dutch lavender. The color of lavender essential oil varies from deep yellow to deep yellow-green, and its fragrance is very rich.

The composition and quality of essential oils vary greatly due to climate, soil and height. It is generally believed that French lavender is better than English lavender. For example, French lavender contains more linalyl acetate, which can produce more fruity and sweet fragrance, and is more pleasant than English camphor-flavored lavender with higher linalool content.

In addition, lavender stems can also extract essential oils, but the fragrance is not as elegant as flowers. Lavender is a fragrant purple-blue flower.

It's as romantic as its location. This flower, produced in Prouvant, France, has a beautiful love legend: in ancient times, Prouvant had a beautiful girl. One day, she was alone in the cold valley picking flowers in bud. On her way home, she met an injured traveler from far away and asked her for directions.

The girl looked at the handsome young man affectionately with a bunch of flowers in her hand. At that moment, her heart was occupied by the young man's passionate smile. Despite the opposition of her family, the girl insisted that the young people stay in the guest room at home to heal until they recovered.

As the days passed, the young man's leg injury had healed and their feelings quickly warmed up. On a cool morning, the young man wanted to say goodbye, but the girl didn't want to be opposed by her family. She went away with the young man and went to the hometown where the young man was full of roses in the distance.

The old woman in the village held a bunch of lavender before the girl left, so that the spoony girl could test the sincerity of her youth with this bunch of lavender. It is said that the fragrance of lavender bouquet will make unclean things appear.

This is the morning when the valley is full of lavender. Just as the girl was holding hands and preparing for a long trip, the girl threw a bunch of lavender hidden in her coat on the teenager. In this way, a burst of purple light smoke suddenly gathered and dispersed, and there was a faint cold wind in the valley, like a young man humming. I am your heart that wants to travel far, leaving the girl alone to be depressed.

Before long, the girl disappeared. Some people say that she followed the flowers to find youth. Some people say that she was also transformed into a large group of light smoke by the youth and disappeared into the valley.

Lavender represents love and commitment, just like its flower language-waiting for love.

6. What are the ancient poems about lavender? 1, happiness, just lavender in Provence, only one season.

Before autumn came, there was an "autumn rain" and everything was dyed. Look, it dyes cotton white and fluffy. How cute! You see, it also gave the apple red, as red as a girl's face. It gives the jujube red and green. Red and green dates are not like this before they are ripe. It is green before it matures and turns red and green after it matures. And it's sweeter when cooked than before! It gives lavender purple. You see, a purple lavender is like a purple ocean, and the beautiful lavender nods frequently in the autumn rain. ...

In my impression, there is such a faint lavender, which can calm me down and make me not annoyed and tired. In this elegant and simple rosy clouds, I often stop to see it. I often wonder if I can sit on the rattan swing in the lavender field. I enjoyed this flower field calmly while drinking fragrant milk tea. Feel the fresh fragrance of the breeze blowing through the flower fields and experience the magic and mystery of nature. ...

4. Summer is here, and I want to send you a glass of iced lemon to eliminate the heat of summer and bring a cold breath; I want to send you a lavender to dispel summer anxiety and bring quiet greetings. Have a cool summer.

5. Give you a pure and deep breath like lavender, a quiet and pleasant breath like lemon, and the most refreshing feeling in this autumn. May your mood be bright and happy every day!

7. Lavender, an ancient poem about lavender-the sea of fragrant silk, the other shore sends a signal to this shore, scattering sunlight at midnight during the day; The silky continent can smell a thick fragrance; It is Lavender's one-act play that is persistently staged, and the seeds fall like two bells; The leaves are flying like butterflies, and she is responding to my expectations. The soft purple is so thick that there is no gap. So thick that it no longer flows; Powerful enough to become a real purple gem, at that time, I will use my tears of surprise to follow this fragrance and dazzle! Lavender in the wind! Rise piece by piece; Falling one by one, I wish you were that lavender, gently pick one and store it in my thick diary, and write down sincere prayers with memories! Love, a pretty word in Lavender Flower Talk, has been sung by many literati, lamenting the fickle men and women roaming in the ocean of love, leaving eternal beauty and sadness. Everything in the world is born and died in the activity of resisting variation, and time records the traces of loss. Love is not a beautiful paradise. God can only watch helplessly, and the songs that his people once loved together are different. Don't let the chains of love lock you up. Don't blame yourself, narcissism, and kill boring promises for love, such as passing away. When I woke up, the sky was gloomy. Let go of each other's hands and escape from disappointment. Letting go is also docile. You and he both smiled at each other for the past. Is it also a kind of sustenance for you and him to seal the pink diary in a corner of your heart? Turn all the love and hate into butterflies and let the memories go with the mediocre days. There is nothing wrong with you and him, and it is also a kind of stimulation? When you love, get peace and enjoy your inner loneliness, so that you can be pure. Natural women are not vines. Even if she cried till dawn, she was waiting for the sun to rise. Do you know the flower language of lavender? Meet love again. Lavender blooms in the sky at the crossroads, only blurring a star; Lone star.

The earth, similarly, only shakes one person; A lonely traveler. Dim eyes and frequent memories.

Tired and confused, he recalled his first love. That's a crossroads.

At the intersection, only lavender blooms. Lavender, open at the intersection.

Kiss every passerby on the face. With her faint fragrance, it aroused the infatuation and honey juice of passers-by.

Lavender shouldn't be at the crossroads. Travelers should not stay on flowers and deeply smell the ethereal smell.

A lonely journey. I lost my way vaguely.

Travelers often overlook, but the horizon is still blurred. What if it is clear? .