We have learned about the flower language of gypsophila and the matching flower language of gypsophila. So where do these flower languages ??come from? Do they have legends and stories like other flowers? The editor has compiled two stories about gypsophila. Legends, let’s take a look at the origin of the flower language of the stars!
The legend of the starry sky 1
In the country of Greece, there are two very close sisters. They live happily together every day without any secrets from each other. Until one day, a young man came to this small mountain village. He was seriously injured and fell on the roadside. The younger of the two sisters saved the boy. When the boy was in coma, he only remembered a pair of gentle eyes looking at him, hoping that he could survive strong. The younger sister asked her elder sister to take care of the boy, and then went to call a doctor herself. During this time, the teenager regained consciousness and mistakenly thought that her sister had saved her. That night, my elder sister said to her younger sister, "I fell in love with that boy." My younger sister watched them become lovers and live happily together every day.
Looking at her sisters happy look, the younger sister hid her love for the boy again and again. Until one day, Ares tracked down the boy and came to this small mountain village. He sacrificed the lives of the entire village to force the boy to show up. Her sister was frightened and begged the boy to leave the mountain village.
At the moment when the boy agreed to his sisters request, the sister stunned the boy and then dressed up as the boy herself. She was killed by Ares. Blood stained the entire mountain village red, but the girls soul has been hanging in the night sky, unable to bear to leave.
She used her last strength to erase the boys memory and prayed to her sister to give him happiness. After the flower god learned about this, she merged her wandering soul into the grassland where the boy was fainted and fell. As a result, the grassland was covered with mottled white petals, which were gypsophila.
The Legend of Gypsophila 2
To be precise, gypsophila is not a kind of flower, but a kind of grass, a kind of grass that can bloom small white flowers in spring. Legend has it that Gypsophila is a young shepherd who drives his flocks of sheep on the grassland every day and lives a leisurely life. One day, a father and daughter moved to the grassland and made a living by herding horses. Soon the boy and girl were herding sheep and horses together by the only river in the grassland. The water and grass beside the river are lush, and sheep and horses like to stay there. Boys and girls also like to stay there, dangling their feet in the water and looking at the white clouds and blue sky in the sky.
But one day a bully came to the grassland. He took a fancy to the girl and planned to take her back to be his concubine. The bride price was forcibly piled up in the girls house. It was time to pass the door the next day. The girl refused to obey, and the boyPrepare to set off overnight with the girl to escape from here. At night, they ran to the river, where a small boat was parked to take them across the river. But the bully heard the news and came with his slave. The boy and the girl finally ran to the river. The boy let the girl get on the boat first. When he was about to get on the boat, he was shot in the heart by the evil slaves arrow. The boy fell in a pool of blood. The girl wanted to get off the boat to save the boy, but the pursuers had already caught up. The boy urged the boat boss to start the boat. The boat boss sighed and held up the pole. The young man watched the boat leave safely, closed his eyes with a smile, and his soul slowly floated into the sky, turning into stars all over the sky, lighting up the night-sailing boat. The boys body strangely disappeared the next day. Only the river was suddenly covered with many fine grasses and many white flowers blooming on it. Since then, people have called this plant Gypsophila.
Gypsophila
The flower language of babys breath and the language of flowers with babys breath
