English poem about iris 1. English Translation and Flower Language of Iris (Chinese and English)
English translation of iris: flower-de-luce
Iris Chinese flower language: the messenger of evangelism, the messenger of love, the messenger of missing you, elegant heart, mission and love.
English: Good news, messenger of love, miss you, elegant heart.
Extended data
Morphological characteristics of Iris purpurea;
Iris purpurea is one of the important flowers in garden layout and cut flower production. It can be used for small-area flower bed layout, flower cluster planting and flower border. Because of its graceful posture, tall and straight stems and bright colors, it is often popularized and cultivated for cut flowers, and can also be used for hydroponics and ornamental. Iris bulbifera has high commodity value in Europe.
Flower language:
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.
Alias: Blue Butterfly, Iris Iris: Messenger of Beauty and Love.
Europeans love iris as a symbol of bright freedom.
Iris is the raw material for making perfume, so it is highly respected and widely used. So its flower language is-beauty.
Iris is often used as a symbol of love and friendship in our country. It has a bright future in Wan Li.
The origin of the name:
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." Its Greek/English name is iris, which means rainbow, because this flower has five colors: red, orange, purple, blue, white and black, which is a veritable rainbow.
Its French name is fleur-de-lis or fleur-de-lys, which is not famous, but its ancient French spelling is Fleur-de-luce, and luce is the light of Latin. So this flower is a "flower of light" in French.
∪ Distribution∩ Iris grows in Japan, central China, Siberia, France and almost the whole temperate world.
Name source:
Iris, the Chinese name comes from its petals like a kite tail. It is also said that the name of this plant comes from the angel of God and the rainbow that connects the earth with other worlds.
Reference from: Baidu Encyclopedia-Purple Iris
2. Poems about Alice
Light iris/October blue light, an iris. Gently, emitting a fresh fragrance. On a colorful summer day, you smiled, not because the sneer of the rose beside you was charming, nor because the peony was generous and beautiful. Your smile is bright and simple, just like the smiling face of a child in June. Harmony, love for summer, expectation for summer. However, in this gorgeous pink season, only the butterfly shadow protects the flowers and plants around you, but it doesn't pick honey from you alone; Soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you, but leaves you alone in the lonely night. On a cold and sad morning, round dew, with tiredness, dripped on your petite petals and turned into crystal clear and lonely tears. Iris, you also long for your own butterfly and touch your own flower and moon. However, that tearful morning, a faint cool breeze blew the bleak autumn, and the flowers fell, but I couldn't bear to watch you wither and wither and be buried in the autumn soil painfully. If I were a butterfly, I would take you off cruelly and protect that bright smile forever; If I were the moon, I would burn you decisively, take away your fragrance, and together with that lonely love, seal it deeply and sprinkle it with the soft moonlight that never dies. Perhaps, this is my eternal and selfish fantasy.
Goddess of the rainbow
1 at night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain,
I found five irises, and I said they were lovely.
Like a woman, once, lying beside them.
Then wake up, get up, walk away and let your hair linger.
Memories on their sweet tongues.
I really want to tear off these petals with my teeth.
I really want to study these hairy selves,
Their beauty and indifference. they
Hold your breath all your life
Open, open.
2
We are not lovers, brothers and sisters,
Although we strolled through the hall hand in hand
When thoughts and desires
Extinguish, in this dream of life,
In this sleeping life, we die awake-
Purple turns blue, turn
Black, black, all these.
Pray by iris,
When she prayed for her home.
& lt/p & gt；
There is a poem about Iris.
Shu Ting's "Singing Iris" Singing Iris Shu Ting, my sadness rises a faint light wheel because of your light-inscription 1 I have become a singing iris on your chest. The breeze you breathe blows me, and in the tinkling moonlight, you temporarily cover me with your broad palm. 2. Can I dream now? It's snowing.
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers in the big forest. Can I have a real Christmas tree with skates, magic flute, fairy-tale fireworks and fountains to show off my happiness? 3. Where is my little basket? What about the autumn harvest of my fertile land and long grass? Where is my old kettle? What about my thirsty lunch break under the scaffold? What about the bow I haven't played with? My English exercise: I love you. Love you, I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp, and I shed countless tears. Don't ask me why I turned my head slightly in my dream. Like a cricket hiding in a corner, I sobbed quietly and stubbornly, which made me have a quiet dream. Don't leave my short street We've been walking for a long time. Let me have a peaceful dream. Don't bother me. Ignore the crows who can't hover. As long as there are no clouds in your eyes, let me have an absurd dream. Do not laugh at me. I will walk into your poems every day and come back to you with red every night. Let me have a crazy dream. You are my darling, don't blame me ... I even long for the waves of passion to drown you thousands of times. When our heads meet, like a high-speed train to the moon, the world screams sharply and falls backwards. Time spins wildly and falls like an avalanche. When we look at each other quietly, the soul is like a whirlpool in an art exhibition. Sunshine attracts us to deeper silence and enrichment. Harmony Six just sat in the dark, holding hands, listening to the old and young voice passing through our hearts. Even if the emperor knocks at the door, you don't have to pay attention, but ... wait seven times? What is that? What sound woke up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins? When I feel dizzy, I will always be awake in the sea. What is that? Whose will makes my body and soul eyes open together. "You have to carry a cross every day and come with me." Eight umbrella-shaped dream dandelions generally fly around a crater. You'd rather live and die than go back to your stormy hillside. Don't shake the wild swan in my nature on the vase. Even if you are shot, you should cross the winter without shelter and don't miss the spring scenery with railings. My name and my belief appear on the runway at the same time, representing a single record of this country. I have no right to rest. The sprint of life has no end, only ten speeds. I will look up to the sky, where I will make the highest decision. You can take me with you, but I still have the right to admit that I am not happy. Dear, raise your lamp and follow me on the road. Let me spread it far away with my poem. The ideal clock is behind the swamp in the hometown of overseas Chinese. The night is so gentle. Lights and cities are gathered in my arms. The lights are arched. Let my poem continue to trudge with me. The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: I can't cross the earth with spring water, but I gave the road sign to Hua 12. I walked through the criss-crossing city streets of Kouga. Go to the square, walk into the pumpkin shed, walk out of the highlands and live in the wilderness. I cast a heavy yoke while wearing a corolla, but no one knows that I am still your stupid girl who can't calculate. No matter how the symphony of the times immediately swept away my echo, you can still hear my unique voice. I stood upright, tasteless and proud. Especially young and painful storm in my heart. The sun is on my forehead. My yellow skin is bright and transparent. My black hair is thick. Chinese mother, rename the child who came to answer. Call me your "birch seedling" and your "little blue star". Mom, if the bullet comes, hit me first. I smiled and my eyes slowly slid down from my mother's shoulder. Don't cry, safflower and blood. Burning on your waves ... at that time, don't be sad, my love, although no one will raise a light-colored dress through the rain lane to knock on your stained glass window, although there will be no naughty hand to dial the alarm clock, angrily say: now go to your place, go back to your route, don't shape my simple image on the jade base, and don't turn the calendar page by page with a lonely guitar. Your position under that banner is ideal, making the pain shine. This is the last sentence I entrusted to you from the olive tree. Come to see me with pigeons in the morning. You will find me in people's love and your feelings, which is the love of the younger generation. Confusion and the pursuit of love. This poem was written in a sad and optimistic way and ended in a cheerful and confident way. It makes people feel that the iris, which represents love and beauty, will bloom.
4. Poems describing irises
Not necessarily Puhua, only born in Shicheng.
Nature makes your eyes see all beings.
How I wish I could see you.
But you can't.
On such a desolate and silent sandbar
The weather has cleared up.
The wind turned cold when we left.
All thoughts and actions are gradually becoming dull.
What kind of dusk will it be?
At the moment, cattail flowers are still blooming at will.
There are clusters everywhere.
To the world around you
Show her enthusiasm, her little heart
From pure white to blue-purple
It's like telling a story I've been longing for all my life.
Please let the soul of the flower die before leaving the branch.
Let me stay for a while.
Time has changed from love to tyranny.
The difference between these transformations is very small.
So it is very sharp.
Especially when I used to
How I wish I could see you.
5. An English or French song, in which iris and lavender are mentioned.
Scarborough fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Please give my regards to a girl who lives there.
She was my true love. She used to be my lover.
Tell her to make a linen shirt for me and ask her to make a linen dress for me.
On the edge of a hill in the deep forest? (by the hill deep in the green forest)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(The sparrow's trail on the snow-capped palm) (Chasing birds on the snow-covered palm hill)
Without sewing and needlework, there would be no sewing and needlework.
(Blankets and sheets, son of the mountain) (Dashan is the carpet and sheets of the son of the mountain)
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
I didn't realize the call of the horn when I slept. I didn't feel the call of the horn in my sleep
Tell her to find me an acre of land and ask her to find me a piece of land.
(A leaf on the hillside) (A few blades of grass from the hillside)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Wash the grave with silver tears) (Silver tears drop from the grave)
Between the sea and the sea.
(A soldier cleans his gun) (A soldier cleans his gun)
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
Tell her to harvest with a sickle. Tell her to harvest with a sickle.
The war is burning in the scarlet battle. The war is roaring and the scarlet bullets are screaming.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
The general ordered his soldiers to kill.
Bundle the harvested heather into a bundle.
Fight for a reason they have long forgotten.
Then she will be my true love, she will be my true love.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Please give my regards to a girl who lives there.
She was my true love. She used to be my lover.
6. Vulture tail flower information+English
Are you talking about Iris?
Baidu encyclopedia: /view/8467.htm
English message: http://www.mobot.org/gardeninghelp/plantfinder/Plant.asp? Code =D580
Iris is the birthday flower of 1 3, and its flower language: gorgeous; Its colors are white, yellow, green and blue. It's really colorful. When the ancient Greeks who expedition to Persia saw this flower, Alice, the goddess of rainbow, immediately came to mind. So the flower language of Persian iris is "gorgeous". People who have this kind of flower blessing at birth are versatile and have a shining personality.
Iris: Messenger of good news, missing you, elegant heart, mission and love.
Iris is often used as a symbol of love and friendship in our country. It has a bright future in Wan Li.
Europeans love iris as a symbol of bright freedom.
In ancient Egypt, iris was a symbol of strength and eloquence.
Iris Iris (purple-blue): Good news, Messenger. I miss you.
Iris germanica (dark blue): sacred
Iris minor (bright yellow): Qi Xin works together to resist.
The white iris represents innocence;
The yellow iris symbolizes eternal friendship, enthusiasm and happiness;
Blue iris is to admire each other's elegance or secret love; Some people think that it represents the free and broken passion of fate, exquisite beauty, but fragile and perishable.
Purple iris symbolizes love and good luck.
In mythology,
This is a beautiful flower on the road to heaven.