People have been passionate about roses since the beginning of time. In fact, it is said that the floors of Cleopatra's palace were carpeted with delicate rose petals, and that the wise and knowing Confucius had a 600-book library specifically on how to care for roses.
The rose is a legend on its own. The story goes that during the Roman Empire, there was an incredibly beautiful maiden named Rhodanthe. Her beauty drew many zealous suitors who pursued her relentlessly. Exhausted by their pursuit, Rhodanthe was forced to take refuge from her suitors in the temple of her friend Diana. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous. And when the suitors broke down her temple gates to get near their beloved Rhodanthe, she became angry turning Rhodanthe into a rose and her suitors into thorns.
In Greek legend, the rose was created by Chloris, the Greek goddess of flowers. It was just a lifeless seed of a nymph that Chloris found one day in a clearing in the woods. She asked the help of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, who gave her beauty Dionysus, the god of wine, added nectar to give her a sweet scent, and the three Graces gave her charm, brightness and joy. Then Zephyr, the West Wind, blew away the clouds so that Apollo, the sun god, could shine and made this flower bloom. And so the Rose was born and was immediately crowned the Queen of Flowers.
The first true primary red rose seen in Europe was "Slater's Crimson China" introduced in 1792 from China, where it had been growing wild in the mountains. Immediately, rose breeders began using it to hybridize red roses for cultivation. Ever since, the quest for the perfect red rose has been the Holy Grail of rosarians: a fragrant, disease-resistant, long-lasting, long-stemmed, reblooming, perfectly formed rose with a clear non-fading vivid red color. Absolute perfection still hasn't been attained, and of course never will!
There is a special rose language invented as a secret means of communication between lovers who were not allowed to express their love for one another openly. In the mid 18th century the wife of the British ambassador in Constantinople described this in her letters, which were published after her death. These letters inspired many books on the language of flowers, each describing the secret message hidden in each flower. A red rose bud stands for budding desire, an open white rose asks "Will you love me?", an open red rose means "I'm full of love and desire", while an open yellow rose asks "Don't you love me any more?"
Monday, 12 January 2009
new year rose
hello,my friends,i'm back.are you miss me?
at new year my boy friend give me a rose,he said he will take care me like the only rose, can i belief him?
how do you new year holiday,my friends?we are older one year,pleasure or trouble?
wish you can continue take your attention at my blog,thank you!
Happy new year later!
at new year my boy friend give me a rose,he said he will take care me like the only rose, can i belief him?
how do you new year holiday,my friends?we are older one year,pleasure or trouble?
wish you can continue take your attention at my blog,thank you!
Happy new year later!
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Wisteria flower
Concerning wisteria flower, there is an old beautiful story went that: a pretty girl, who desired a tender passion, so she prayed the matchmaker wearing red clothes to bring her dream off every day. Finally, the matchmaker wearing red clothes was much moved by her God-fearing heart, and said to her in her dream, when the spring was in arrival, in the small grove behind the mountain, she would meet a handsome boy who wore white clothes, which was her tender passion prayed for the matchmaker.
Till the day when it was warm and blooming, the God-fearing girl went alone to the grove keeping the appointment, and awaited her tender passion ─the handsome boy′s arrival. But till the nightfall, the boy did not appear yet, she felt very lost, at that moment, yet she was bit in the ankle by a snake. She could not walk and go home; she was full of fear in heart. When she felt despair and helpless, the boy appeared, she cried for help with surprise, the boy went up to her and sucked the snake poison out of her ankle, from that time, she fell in love with him deeply.
But the boy was born in a poor family; both their parents were against their marriage, finally, they jumped down the cliff together. A tree grew up at the edge of the cliff where they jumped down for their feelings, which wrapped of a vine accidentally, and the vine bloomed with beautiful flowers, the flowers was purple with blue, shining as clouds.
Many years later, people called the flowers on the vine wisteria flower, for the wisteria flower could not live alone, but wrap the tree to live, some people said the wisteria flower was the girl′s soul, the tree was the boy′s soul. Wisteria lived for emotion, but died without love.
How sad and beautiful the story is!
Till the day when it was warm and blooming, the God-fearing girl went alone to the grove keeping the appointment, and awaited her tender passion ─the handsome boy′s arrival. But till the nightfall, the boy did not appear yet, she felt very lost, at that moment, yet she was bit in the ankle by a snake. She could not walk and go home; she was full of fear in heart. When she felt despair and helpless, the boy appeared, she cried for help with surprise, the boy went up to her and sucked the snake poison out of her ankle, from that time, she fell in love with him deeply.
But the boy was born in a poor family; both their parents were against their marriage, finally, they jumped down the cliff together. A tree grew up at the edge of the cliff where they jumped down for their feelings, which wrapped of a vine accidentally, and the vine bloomed with beautiful flowers, the flowers was purple with blue, shining as clouds.
Many years later, people called the flowers on the vine wisteria flower, for the wisteria flower could not live alone, but wrap the tree to live, some people said the wisteria flower was the girl′s soul, the tree was the boy′s soul. Wisteria lived for emotion, but died without love.
How sad and beautiful the story is!
Thursday, 25 December 2008
gardener song
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty——some shone like a smile， some glistened like tears， and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home， my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment， and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up，and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said， "What strange things are these？ I know not of what use they are！"
I bowed my head in shame and thought， "I have not fought for these， I did not buy them in the market； they are not fit gifts for her."
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came； they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
------------------Tagore
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty——some shone like a smile， some glistened like tears， and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home， my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment， and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up，and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said， "What strange things are these？ I know not of what use they are！"
I bowed my head in shame and thought， "I have not fought for these， I did not buy them in the market； they are not fit gifts for her."
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came； they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
------------------Tagore
Wind, Flower, Moon, Snow
The flowers are at their best in summer for they have grown in full bloom with the sweetest smell and perhaps for this reason, Shakespeare wrote his masterpiece of love sonnet.
So shall we go to a nearby garden to take a look at the best rose in my city where the garden is always quiet as well as the gardener together with the quiet rose there like a silent, shy yet anxious bride waiting for her love to pick her up?
Shall we go to the suburban tropical plant park where the flowers look extremely beautiful, different in species, various in shape, distinctive in colour, unique in fragrance?
Shall we go to the distant mountain tourist attraction famous for its cool climate, natural grassland, beautiful scenery and flowers?
Oh, on the top of the mountain, let’s sit back to back on that large stretch of natural pasture which boasts various grass as high as knees with flowers as many as stars, watching those blooming wild flowers frequented by dancing butterflies and humming bees or listening to many nameless mountain birds cheerfully chirping as well as some pure creeks happily singing;
Side by side, let’s lie down on the velvet green, gazing the wool-white clouds floating in the sea-blue sky with eagles hovering or blowing a dandelion in hand to the air with a wish and a dream or closing eyes to hum that nostalgic song “ I am a dandelion seed” from an old movie to lose ourselves completely and comfortably in wild imagination and creative association.
So shall we go to a nearby garden to take a look at the best rose in my city where the garden is always quiet as well as the gardener together with the quiet rose there like a silent, shy yet anxious bride waiting for her love to pick her up?
Shall we go to the suburban tropical plant park where the flowers look extremely beautiful, different in species, various in shape, distinctive in colour, unique in fragrance?
Shall we go to the distant mountain tourist attraction famous for its cool climate, natural grassland, beautiful scenery and flowers?
Oh, on the top of the mountain, let’s sit back to back on that large stretch of natural pasture which boasts various grass as high as knees with flowers as many as stars, watching those blooming wild flowers frequented by dancing butterflies and humming bees or listening to many nameless mountain birds cheerfully chirping as well as some pure creeks happily singing;
Side by side, let’s lie down on the velvet green, gazing the wool-white clouds floating in the sea-blue sky with eagles hovering or blowing a dandelion in hand to the air with a wish and a dream or closing eyes to hum that nostalgic song “ I am a dandelion seed” from an old movie to lose ourselves completely and comfortably in wild imagination and creative association.
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