What is the flower language and symbolic meaning of the gardenia?
Many girls love gardenias, perhaps because of their pure white petals, or perhaps because their flower language is so moving and charming.
The flower language of the gardenia
1. Joy
The gardenia symbolizes joy and hope as abundant as the height of summer. It is said that those who love this flower have grateful hearts; they treat others with sincerity, and if anyone shows them even a little kindness, they will repay it with heartfelt thanks. Because such people hold a pure and innocent heart, they see no wickedness in their eyes, and they forgive others with a sincere heart, bringing themselves happiness and joy.
2. Waiting love
This originates from a love story between a knight and the goddess Kler. Legend has it that Kler was the ruler of a country and the goddess of the sun, but she was the only ruler born on a rainy day, possessed of fresh and refined beauty and powerful spiritual energy, with clear eyes and a delicate, gentle smile, and she loved gardenias most of all. There was a knight who guarded the capital, and he fell in love with Kler. One deep night, when the knight was patrolling the palace, he encountered the goddess grieving because she could not see the gardenias; he went over to comfort her, and on the following nights he would sit beside the goddess, and he gained her trust. One deep night, he kissed the back of her hand, and she, who should have been as calm as still water, defied her own destiny.
3. Eternal love and promise
The gardenia symbolizes a beautiful blessing. This flower is nurtured in winter and blooms at the summer solstice; its nurturing period is long and it is full of fragrance, and its leaves stay lush and green without falling. On the surface it appears to bloom naturally, but in fact it takes a long period of effort and waiting, symbolizing love; it seems ordinary and ethereal, yet it is full of perseverance, beauty, mellow quality, and the meaning of life.
About the legend of the gardenia: I wiped away the thick dust on the tabletop and finally found the ancient code. On its dark red cover, a blooming gardenia was still fresh and lovely, painted by Kler herself.
Suddenly I recalled that the gardenia was Kler's favorite. Back then, gardenias were planted all around outside the city, and when summer came they all bloomed together, filling the air with a moving fragrance. Kler would sit among the flowers, raising her delicate brows and smiling gently, her elegant and pure face reflected in a expanse of white gardenias, dignified and graceful. At that time the armor I wore was a bright silver like clear radiance, and the long spear in my hand gleamed with steadfast luster in the deep blue night. At that time Crestham was the capital of this country; at that time I was a cavalryman guarding the capital, protecting our goddess Kler.
Kler was the exalted ruler, yet she had pupils as clear as spring water and a delicate, shy smile. I passed through the garden where the gardenias were in full bloom and saw her. I took off my helmet and saluted. Good afternoon, honored Your Highness. You have worked hard. Kler smiled softly, gentle and serene: Look, how beautifully the gardenias are blooming this year. She wore a plain and beautiful white robe, holy as an endless sea of gardenias.
The code records that the rulers of this country through the ages were all incarnations of the sun god; after succeeding to the throne they had to begin ceaseless prayer, and when they finally grew old, the shrine maidens would choose a new successor to continue the prayers. Legend says that those who become rulers have no emotions; they are born in dazzling golden sunlight, and as envoys of the god, their hearts are as calm as still water.
But Kler defied her destiny. The old shrine maiden living at the top of the tower said that Kler was born on a rainy day, when gray clouds covered the sky and not a single ray of sunlight could pierce through, and all that filled the air was wave after wave of rich, compelling gardenia fragrance. Kler was born with supreme spiritual energy and ethereal beauty, and later she became our queen, the only sun goddess born on a rainy day.
On a deep autumn night, I was patrolling the palace courtyard. Suddenly a delicate voice drifted over from the heavy night: In this season, you cannot see gardenias. Following the sound, I looked and saw Kler sitting alone on the city tower, her gaze deep and sorrowful.
It will not be so, Your Highness. When next summer comes, they will still bloom brightly and beautifully.
Thank you. She looked at me, and a smile gradually appeared on her pale face, cold and clear as early winter moonlight. But I know they will not bloom again.
Why?
She did not answer, but closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Over many nights afterward, I could always see the gloomy and melancholy Kler in the moonlit, starry darkness. She would smile and let me sit beside her, then say, When no one else is around, call me by my name directly.
Kler... I knelt on one knee and kissed the back of her hand. Kler smiled, and sparkling tears slid down from her eyes, falling onto my palm, ice-cold.
This year the gardenias bloomed beautifully, using up all their splendor, so they will never bloom again. Never again...
Beyond-reality version
In a small village, there was a girl named Gardenia. She was a neat freak and preferred white things; from the clothes she wore to the furniture and utensils in her home, everything was white. The neighbors around her all thought she was a believer, praying every day and beseeching that she could marry a pure husband.
One winter night, someone knocked on the girl's door. It was an angel dressed in white: I am a pure angel, and I know there is a man in the world who is a match for you. Then the angel took out a seed and said: This is a flower seed from heaven. After planting it, water it every day, and on the eighth day it will sprout. Most importantly, you must keep a pure heart and kiss it once every day. After saying this, the angel vanished into the dark night.
Gardenia did as instructed and carefully tended the seed every day, and finally saw it produce elegant white flowers. Then the angel appeared again, and the girl happily told of her experience caring for the seed over the past year. The angel said: You truly are a pure maiden. After saying this, the angel's wings fell away and he became a handsome young man. (This is the rhythm of a prince falling from the sky.) From then on, the two lived happily together. And that elegant little white flower was the gardenia.
The above is an introduction related to the flower language of the gardenia. I hope everyone will enjoy today's article.
Beyond-reality version
In a small village, there was a girl named Gardenia. She was a neat freak and preferred white things; from the clothes she wore to the furniture and utensils in her home, everything was white. The neighbors around her all thought she was a believer, praying every day and beseeching that she could marry a pure husband.
One winter night, someone knocked on the girl's door. It was an angel dressed in white: I am a pure angel, and I know there is a man in the world who is a match for you. Then the angel took out a seed and said: This is a flower seed from heaven. After planting it, water it every day, and on the eighth day it will sprout. Most importantly, you must keep a pure heart and kiss it once every day. After saying this, the angel vanished into the dark night.
Gardenia did as instructed and carefully tended the seed every day, and finally saw it produce elegant white flowers. Then the angel appeared again, and the girl happily told of her experience caring for the seed over the past year. The angel said: You truly are a pure maiden. After saying this, the angel's wings fell away and he became a handsome young man. (This is the rhythm of a prince falling from the sky.) From then on, the two lived happily together. And that elegant little white flower was the gardenia.
The above is an introduction related to the flower language of the gardenia. I hope everyone will enjoy today's article.