What does the fortune teller mean by iris?
Flower language of iris plants
The flower language of iris is meditation, happiness and please miss me. According to different colors, flower language is also different. The flower language of red iris is thinking and missing. The flower language of the yellow iris is mixed. The flower language of purple iris is silence and unconditional love.
The legend of Alice
There is a big garden in heaven. Every spring season, many exotic flowers and grasses will grow, attracting all kinds of immortals to enjoy the flowers. On the morning of this year's flower viewing, Venus, the goddess of beauty, was well dressed, with gorgeous dresses and dazzling jewelry. She and her son Cupid came to the garden.
But when she came to the garden, no one greeted her. Everyone gathered in a circle and enjoyed something with relish. Venus is so neglected, not to mention how unbalanced she is. She also went up to have a look, and it turned out that everyone was seriously enjoying the iris. This kind of iris is moving, beautiful and eye-catching, which has won unanimous praise from all the immortals.
Jealous Venus always thinks that she is the most unique and unparalleled embodiment of beauty in the world, and there is no room for anything more beautiful than her. She asked Cupid, "My dear son, look carefully, is Alice more beautiful or mother more beautiful?" But Cupid blurted out, "Alice, of course!" The gods laughed when they heard this. Venus suddenly flew into a rage and became angry from embarrassment. She didn't talk to others all day.
It's getting dark. When all the gods left, Venus came to the iris. The more she watched it, the angrier she became. In a rage, she raised her whip and began to whip her iris, bitterly saying, "I told you to be more beautiful than me!" I told you to be more beautiful than me! " Don't stop until you are tired of playing. Venus thought iris could not survive, so she went back proudly. I didn't expect the vitality of iris to be particularly tenacious. Although seriously injured, it survived strongly. Just because I was whipped, my face was black and blue, leaving spots of different shades, which became a "flower cat face."
The next spring, the iris bloomed again, but it changed from monochrome to cat face. Unexpectedly, this makes it look more beautiful and attractive than before. Won more praise at the flower viewing meeting.
It turns out that it is said that the brown patches on the iris were left after the angel came to the world and kissed it three times. There is also a saying that when the angel bowed his head and kissed the iris, the petals were printed with the angel's beautiful and pure face. So everyone who sees the iris indicates a happy ending. What a beautiful legend.