Today I saw the vanilla in the story, and the vanilla comes from a poignant story called "the immortal bird in the sky, the vanilla on the earth". The undead bird is a firebird in Egyptian mythology, and legend has it that it can live forever. But every five hundred years, the undead bird will collect all kinds of scented branches or blades of grass, set fire to itself, and then it will be reborn in the fire, and these fragrant blades of grass are said to be "vanilla".
The immortal bird is actually the fire phoenix in Chinese legend, "Phoenix Nirvana" is the story of the fire phoenix reborn in the fire, in fact, it is a beautiful legend between the immortal bird and the vanilla: the fire phoenix travels with the Queen Mother of the West to travel around the world and travel to the three worlds, one day he transformed into a beautiful teenager to come to the human world, met a flower fairy named Acacia, and the two fell in love at first sight.
Once, the Fire Phoenix was seriously injured with the Western Queen Mother's conquest of Qishan, unconscious, and his soul was about to scatter. Acacia did not hesitate to transmit thousands of years of her cultivation to the Fire Phoenix, saving him. Tearfully, he fell into the mortal world and turned into a weed that spread over the mountains. The Queen Mother of the West was afraid of the fire phoenix and was sad, sealing his memory for 500 years.
For 500 years, the fire phoenix will fly to the human world once a year, and the weeds formed by acacia will bloom small yellow buds when they see the fire phoenix flying, and when he flies away, the buds will quickly feather into white silk, just like the infatuated girl can't bear to be separated from her beloved and her beloved will turn her hair white in an instant, and the white silk will fly with the wind under the wings of the fire phoenix, clinging to it, hating that it can't go with him to the end of the world, and not afraid of falling into mud.
500 years later, the fire phoenix recalled the past, under the guidance of the Queen Mother of the West, one by one collected acacia grass, spit fire and lit it to see acacia, the two finally met. After the fire was extinguished, the two disappeared, a small phoenix flew out, and countless acacia grasses grew on the ground, a 500 year, another 500 years... People forget their stories and only remember the harmonic sound of this grass ''incense silk''.
I can't imagine that this humble weed has carried five hundred years of acacia, and every life in nature is worthy of awe. #手机随手拍 Record the beautiful moments # #花草 #
