Wild rose flower language and legend

The wild rose, also known as the multi-flowered rose, is born in the bushes by the roadside, by the field or in the hills, and is distributed in eastern and central China. It usually blossoms from May to June. It is not as eye-catching as other roses, but will only open silently. The flowers and colors are white, light red, deep peach red, yellow and so on. Let's take a look at the flowers and legends of wild roses.

The Flower language of Wild Rose

Romantic love. Artificially cultivated roses do not bear fruit, but wild roses grow delicate red fruits. In addition to being more beautiful than other roses, the fruit can also be practical. This kind of flower has poet-like temperament, so its flower language is romantic. The person blessed by this kind of flower has the romantic character of romance and is a child who likes to dream, but he has a keen judgment in dealing with things. Suitable for artistic work, but also a perfectionist emotionally.

The value of Wild Rose

Wild rose blossoms in early summer, blossoms luxuriantly, fragrance is quiet, flower shape is varied, colorful, and adaptability is extremely strong, cultivation range is wide, easy to breed, it is a better landscaping material, it can be planted in stream side, roadside, garden side, corner, etc., or used for style, flower frame, flower gate, fence and fence greening, wall greening, rock greening, balcony greening, window sill greening, overpass greening and so on. Full of brilliant branches, the scenery is quite good, eating has the effect of clearing summer heat and dampness, relieving qi and stomach, hemostasis.

The legend of the wild rose

In the prince's garden, every flower is cultivated by heart, and each flower belongs to a different person. Little Rose was born here, and he was the one who looked after her from the time she was still a little bud. Under his meticulous care, she poked her head out of the green room and looked at the world and him with delight. He looked at her with a smile. At the moment of staring at him, she knew from his eyes that her life belonged to him.

Little Rose grew up day by day, and every day, she appeared in front of him with the most beautiful appearance. And he always smiled, watered her, dressed her, and protected her from the wind and rain.

The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, for their masters and for the heart that loves them. One night, Xiao Rose was surprised to find that there was a beautiful rose bud beside her. The unborn rose is so outstanding, so colorful-she is a flower belonging to the prince, a unique rose. The affection of the prince opened the bud of the little rose. She blossomed her beauty one by one, and the weary stamens rubbed the silk petals. She smiled so calmly and elegantly. Her fragrance is diffused in the wind, and her petals are filled with happiness.

Little Rose was impressed at the moment she saw her-what a beautiful flower! Little Rose is also sweetly looking at her new neighbor. The two flowers soon became good friends who said everything.

When the prince came to the garden again, he was suddenly moved by the beauty of the roses in the morning light. But he knows that each flower belongs to a different person, he disdains her, he only owns the little rose.

Rose is still brilliant waiting for him, he also, as always, care about her, love her. Only occasionally he would stare at the roses around Xiao Rose for a long time, he would gently sweep away the weeds around her, he would be melancholy for her sigh, and he would smile for her light.

Because of this, he did not find that his rose was weak day by day. Rose is a sentimental flower, she loves him, she pays attention to his every move. Sensitive, she soon discovered his feelings for roses. Speechless, she soon became weak. However, in addition to every day before his arrival, more carefully dress themselves, do not let him find their own weakness, what else can the kind rose do? Gradually, the rose could not sleep.

At night, the weak she always silently looked at the innocent, pure roses, crying alone in the night wind. The rose is not wrong, she blossoms for the prince, the rose is not wrong, she blooms for him. There is nothing wrong with the prince, he still takes care of her wholeheartedly, only occasionally looking at the posture of the rose. However, maybe he doesn't understand how sensitive and fragile the rose is. Only all his love can last her life.

Well-dressed can no longer hide the exhaustion of her life. That day, after watching him leave affectionately, she turned around, looked at the roses in full bloom, and said faintly: "Rose, I have to go, he is very kind to me, always so meticulous." He thinks he loves me and has me, but he loves you in his consciousness. Only I can see that without all his love, I can't live today. I only hope that he can be happy without me. Rose, bloom your beauty, for the prince and for me, okay? " .

Rose cried, "but, but he is yours, you are his, isn't that enough?" He loves you! " Rose did not finish, for she saw the rose fall, with a slight smile and a touch of melancholy on her face.

The next day, when the prince came to the garden, he saw only fallen roses and tearful roses. Slowly, he said to her, "my rose, how can you be so stupid? I am yours, you are mine, you should know and know!"