What is the flower language and meaning of the blue rose?

The blue rose is a genetically modified rose variety, implanted with a gene from the pansy that stimulates the production of blue pigment, so its petals naturally appear blue. Let's take a look below at the flower language of the blue rose and what different numbers of blue roses represent!

The flower language of the blue rose

The flower language of the blue rose is miracles and impossible things, purity and transparency. Knowing each other is destiny; the meeting of souls gives us endless romantic feelings to express; staying together is a promise; through the cycles of life, we will always remember this beautiful love story of ours! Its flower language represents "pure love and honest kindness."

The flower language of different numbers of blue roses

1. Single blue rose flower language: Staying together is a promise; through the cycles of life, how can one possess a tender affection.

2. Two blue roses flower language: Meeting is destiny; the meeting of souls gives us endless romantic feelings to express...

3. Three blue roses flower language: You are my deepest love; I hope we will always remember this beautiful love story of ours.

4. Seven blue roses flower language: Endless blessings.

5. Nine blue roses: Representing my sincere love for you. A sparkling diamond devoted-love certificate, engraved with my words of love for you. Through love, we see the whole world; but through the world, I see only you. You are my only present, and also my forever future; because of love, warmth fills the sea of the heart. Because of love, the sky refracts color. I will pass through the vast crowd, walk toward you, embrace you, and protect you. You are within me, and I am within you; at that moment, we transcended the cycles of life and defeated time. Deep blue - the vast, boundless deep blue ocean, mysterious, beautiful. I only wish to face the sea with you, with spring warmth and blooming flowers, and protect you forever.

6. Ten blue roses flower language: Blessings to fulfill your dreams and wishes.

7. Eleven blue roses flower language: Wholehearted devotion.

8. Twelve blue enchantresses: My love for you grows day by day.

9. Twelve blue roses + baby's breath flower language: Oh, my rose lover, I want to tease you, tempt you, dote on you, indulge you! I want you to be my blue sprite, raise the corners of your proud lips to the whole world, and soar in the sky of love.

The story and legend of the blue rose

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived deep in the forest. Outside his house was a garden filled with roses of all kinds and different colors. The boy loved his roses very much. Every day, he would talk to them with love and tell them his happy and unhappy things. The only regret was that among so many roses, no blue rose had grown, because the blue rose is the most precious and beautiful in the world. He would give this flower to the girl he loved most. The boy thought that if he could grow a blue rose, he would be the happiest person.

One day, the boy saw an injured girl in the forest. Unable to bear it, he brought the girl home to treat her wounds. Then, the girl fell in love with the boy, very much in love. The boy also fell in love with the girl. They came together and lived a happy life. Although the boy and girl were together, the boy still had some regret, because he had never been able to give a blue rose to the girl he loved, so sometimes a thing called melancholy would appear on the boy's face.

Before long, the girl learned of the boy's regret.

One morning, the boy woke up and went as usual to his rose garden, and was surprised to find that blue roses had finally grown. The boy was very happy, because he had found the girl he loved, and had finally given the blue roses to his girl. The boy was very content; he finally possessed what he wanted to possess.

One night, suddenly there was a clap of thunder. The girl woke from her dream and saw that outside it was raining heavily. The girl was very frightened inside, because she had an ominous premonition. She ran to the rose garden. The thunder rumbled. The sky flashed with lightning. The girl stood in front of the rose garden, motionless.

The rain fell for a long, long time, and finally, it stopped. The day also broke. The boy woke up. He saw the girl standing in front of the rose garden, soaked all over. Then, he discovered that the ground was covered with blue. And his most beloved blue roses were all gone. The angry gaze made the girl turn around.

He saw the girl's face covered in water, unable to tell whether it was tears or rain, and he also saw the pleading in the girl's eyes. But still, the boy left. Because he could not bear deception, and could not believe the girl's feelings. Everything was merely forged; if the flowers were like this, then the feelings must certainly also be false.

From then on, the girl lost the boy.

The girl cried every day. She waited for her boy in the rose garden. But, one day, two days, three days...

Many, many days passed, and the boy did not return. Finally, the girl's tears all dried up, and she withered day by day. And the roses in the rose garden also withered.

One day, the girl stood again in front of the rose garden, gazing at all the roses that had already withered. Suddenly, she shed tears again, blue tears, and the tears dripped onto the ground, and the withered roses began to revive. The girl cried madly, shed tears madly. Finally, the rose garden regained its vitality, and the whole garden was filled with blue roses. Very beautiful, very beautiful.

One morning after a heavy rain, he finally came back to find his girl, because he finally understood that the blue roses were not false love, but because of love for him. So, he repented. When he returned to their home, he was astonished to see a garden full of blue roses, and on the roses there were still large drops of rain, clear and translucent. He was very happy, ran into their home, searched every corner, but did not find his girl.

The girl was gone. Only in the rose garden, there was one especially beautiful blue rose, often glistening with dew, just like the traces of tears after crying...