What is the flower language and legend of the pansy?
The pansy is also called butterfly flower, butterfly violet, or monkey face, and it blooms in spring and summer. So do you know what the flower language of the pansy is?
What is the flower language of the pansy
Pansy flower language: thoughtfulness, happiness, please miss me.
Red pansy flower language: for a pansy with red petals, the flower language is "worry and longing," and its attribute is fire.
Yellow pansy flower language: for a pansy with yellow petals, the flower language is "mixed joy and sorrow," and its attribute is earth.
Purple pansy flower language: for a pansy with purple petals, the flower language is "silent not speaking" and "unconditional love," and its attribute is dark.
Large pansy flower language: bondage.
The legend of the pansy
Legend of the pansy one:
Long, long ago, it is said that the violet flower was pure white, like a cloud in the sky. The mischievous Cupid, god of love, was a little naughty boy. The bow and arrow in his hands had the magic of love: whoever they struck would involuntarily fall in love with the first person they saw. Unfortunately, the god of love was both mischievous and inaccurate with his arrows, so love stories in the mortal world often went wrong. One day, the god of love found another unlucky fellow and prepared to shoot an arrow at him. Who would have thought that just as the arrow was released, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, and the arrow actually struck a white violet flower. From the heart of the white violet flower flowed blood and tears, and after this blood and these tears dried, they could never be wiped away again. From then on, the white violet became today's pansy. This is the origin of the pansy in mythology.
Legend of the pansy two:
In the kingdom of heaven there was a very, very large garden. Every year when spring came and flowers bloomed, many beautiful and rare flowers and plants would grow in the garden, attracting the many gods to come and admire the flowers. That year, the time for flower viewing had come again.
That morning, Venus, the goddess of beauty, got up very early, carefully washed and dressed herself, put on clothes of fine silk and satin, wore dazzling jewelry, and then brought her precious son Cupid, the god of love, and joyfully came to the garden. By this time, many gods had already arrived, and everyone had gathered in a circle, and no one knew what they were enjoying with such relish. Even though the beautiful Venus had arrived, no one bothered to greet her. Feeling neglected, Venus was a little displeased. Before, wherever she went, she would always draw others' gasps of praise. What was going on today? She pushed forward to take a look, and it turned out everyone was busy admiring the violet flowers. This year the violet flowers were blooming very luxuriantly and were especially eye-catching, and all the gods praised them endlessly.
Venus had always been very jealous. She always believed that the most beautiful in heaven and on earth should of course be the goddess of beauty, and she feared most that others would say something was more beautiful than she was. So she asked her son Cupid: "Good son, take a careful look for me. These violet flowers and your mother, which is more beautiful?" Unexpectedly, the innocent Cupid, without even thinking, blurted out: "Of course the violet flowers!" The gods all laughed heartily when they heard this. As soon as Venus heard it, she flew into a rage, her anger shot sky-high, and she did not speak to anyone again for the whole day.
When it got dark, the gods went home one after another. Venus walked up to the violet flowers, looked them over from left to right, and the more she looked, the angrier she became. So she raised a leather whip and lashed the violet flowers, and while whipping them she hatefully said: "I will make you more beautiful than me! I will make you more beautiful than me!" She only stopped when she was tired from the beating. Because it was dark, Venus could not see clearly either. She thought that this time the violet flowers should surely die, and went home smugly. Unexpectedly, the violet flowers had quite tenacious vitality. Although badly wounded, they did not die and still lived on strongly. It was just that because they had been whipped, their faces were blue in one patch and purple in another, leaving marks of different shades and turning into a "calico face."
The next spring, the violet flowers bloomed again, and they changed from their original single color into a "pansy" with several colors on one flower. But unexpectedly, this "calico face" made it look even more beautiful and moving than before, and at the flower viewing gathering it won even more praise from the gods.
It turns out that the brown pattern on the pansy was left when an angel came to the gathering and kissed it three times. Some also say that when the angel kissed the pansy flower, her face was imprinted on the petals, so everyone who sees a pansy will have a happy ending.