Lavender is clustered and branched, usually growing vertically. According to different varieties, the plant height is 30 ~ 40 cm and 45 ~ 90 cm. In mountainous areas with quite high altitude, a single plant can grow to1m. Leaves alternate, elliptic-lanceolate, or large needle-shaped, and the leaf margin rolls back.
Spike terminal, 15~25 cm long; Corolla lower tubular, upper lip-shaped, upper lip 2-cleft, lower lip 3-cleft; The flowers are about 1.2 cm long and have blue, deep purple, pink, white and other colors. The common color is purple-blue, and the flowering period is from June to August. The whole plant has a faint aroma with a slight woody sweetness. Because the villi on flowers, leaves and stems contain oil glands, they will burst when touched lightly and release fragrance.
2. The writing style describing lavender has no direction. The sunshine in spring warms the earth.
When you walk on the grassland and along the river bank, there may be a faint fragrance to stop you. ...
That scent is unique to lavender. Although the fragrance of lavender is very light, it is exquisite, quiet and elegant.
No one ever thought that behind this elegant plant, there is an extremely tenacious vitality. It doesn't need to be carefully nourished every day like the flowers in the greenhouse, and it doesn't want to stand proudly in the flower bed.
Perhaps inadvertently, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that there are small lavender figures in the corners of river banks, flower beds and grasslands, and its tenacious vitality can grow and bloom wherever it is. It absorbs the essence and nutrients of the sun and the moon here, which is the real "standing proudly" ... Some people say that even if you are not a sentimental person, smelling the fragrance of lavender and seeing a purple sea of lavender fields will become romantic.
In Provence, France, the famous hometown of lavender, there is a beautiful and romantic love legend about lavender: it is said that in a small village in Provence, a beautiful girl fell in love with an injured traveler from afar, but her family strongly opposed it, and the traveler was forced to leave this beautiful place full of lavender. ...
Since then, this beautiful girl has been waiting for the traveler's return every day. Finally, one day, when the girl prayed in the valley full of lavender, she disappeared into a faint lavender smoke with the wind smoke! Some people say that she has turned into light smoke and melted in this valley full of lavender; Some people say that she followed the scent of lavender to find young travelers ... Anyway, the legend of lavender has been passed down to this day.
Since then, the flower language of lavender has also been designated as "waiting for love".
I don't know how you feel when you see such a lovely plant. But I am really intoxicated, and I love everything about this lovely plant more and more.
I like lavender very much. ...
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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.
4. Ask for a beautiful 400-word article about lavender. There is a lonely plant in the still water at night. She said her name was lavender, and the liquid next to her was tears. Every girl who kissed her will leave a tear on the starry night until it covers the whole plain. One day, an angel's cane accidentally fell into the blue water, so he asked Lavender to help him find it. Lavender said, unless one day, there will be no more tears here. So, the angel said, well, let me bring you happiness. Since then, angels have come to this water area every day, smiling at lovers who broke up and giving happiness to lonely girls. Finally, one day, there are no more tears here, and lavender gives off a faint fragrance again until it covers the whole plain. As the days passed, Lavender never found what the angel had lost. Lavender felt ashamed, but the angel didn't mind at all. Instead, she was happier than before and took the initiative to accompany her in the dark night. Lavender is also glad that someone is willing to soothe this fragile and lonely heart that has been covered with tears for a long time, and it has become more and more beautiful because of this happiness. Then one day, Lavender finally felt that he couldn't live without angels anymore. But she can't stop the soul leaning on heaven from looking for her own blue sky and blue sea. So lavender becomes melancholy day by day, and the fragrance of flowers is dignified and deep, boundless. The angel looked around and said nothing. One day not long after, the angel's once flawless wings suddenly and miraculously disappeared. Lavender was surprised and asked him what had happened. Angels bow their heads and smile. Still didn't say a word. Lavender didn't know what happened, but she decided to give up her peerless fragrance and become an angel's wings. She begged the gods to grant her request. God said, "it's no use. He wants to give up his identity as an angel himself." Then he disappeared. When the angel came again, Lavender finally let the angel tell the truth. It turns out that the name of an angel is love. He has smelled the unique fragrance of lavender in the air, so he paddles in this sky every day. One day, when he found that Lavender had sacrificed himself to bear the tears of those girls, he was deeply moved and began to miss the days when he paddled among the flowers, which had quietly dispersed in the night sky. So he decided to come into this world when the 24 th1tear came. Share it with her. He wants to make her happy and let her breathe as carefree and free as before. So, at the 24th1teardrop, he deliberately threw his crutch into the water to help her find it. Later, as you know, he began to smile at the lovers who broke up and give happiness to the lonely girl. However, at the same time, his magic was consumed little by little, until the cane turned into air. Is that why the wings disappeared? "The angel smiled and said," We can be together forever, because I gave up my identity as an angel? Lavender was even more worried: "This ... how did this happen? You ... you'll die! I don't want to go ... "The angel stared at Lavender with a smile and gently interrupted her:" Have you forgotten that I am an angel? After my death, my body can nourish the land and make you bloom more beautifully. We will be one and never part. We can communicate every minute, and I can go to song for you every starry night. Of course, only you can hear it. "Lavender shed tears, and the tears turned into air, emitting a pleasant fragrance and drifting into the night sky, where there was no more paddling. Lovers need to understand, and love needs to pay. Angels and lavender can also fall in love. Love has no boundaries and does not need approval. As long as one person can make another person smile, as long as one person can sing to you on a lonely night. Love doesn't need a reason, because love itself is a reason, and it will always keep the ultimate explanation for the other party, and say it on the day of death. Paragraph: It has neither the lightness of jasmine nor the richness of cordate telosma. This lilac flower,
Walking past her, her skirts have a kind of Leng Xiang, as long as the mood of first love. Let the person you like miss Qian Shan through Qian Shan in the moonlight after autumn.