Posted by Yuka as Hot Cities
You showed me the most brilliant smile when you placed the last piece of brick.
I stand by your side shyly with a total feeling of sweetness.
You climb up to the roof to raise the colorful flag.
I paste the decoupage on the window the pieces of I cut by myself.
Yes, this is our new wedding house.
And yes, I’m your bride.
The sunlight is coming more early than it used to, we are not used to this at the very start.
When the sun is greeting my back, I’m still sleeping in your surrounding just like a baby. But you always have ways to wake me up, moving my hair away from my forehead with your soft touch, kissing my face and my lips gently – by that, I cannot get angry.
We may to feed 40 yaks.
You laugh at me because I named every yak, what’s more, I made “name cards” and hang them on their necks.
Everyday, after you drive them home, I go to the cowshed to make a roll call with pen and paper, and to check their health.
I feel so proud, because I think I’m the captain of them.
However, back in our room, you’re always my king, and I’m most willing to attend to you, to cook the dinner, to make the butter tea and the highland barley wine for you.
Our bedroom is filling with the aroma of wood, and I like to use the essential oil which is made in Nepal to massage you. The only thing you need to do is reward me by kissing me.
Maybe there are some difficulties in this life:
We accompany “Big boy” in the cowshed because he got a sick and looks at his last gasp, but we have no idea of what’s wrong.
“Bad boy” is lost at one day finally, and then I cry for him, blame you that you didn’t take care of him, but you comfort me and say: Maybe he’ll be back with his wife someday.
So peaceful our life is, as even the God he’s unwilling to break it – there is no notable change between the four seasons.
And then, we forgot about time.
Sitting on the hills, we’re looking up to the sky shoulder to shoulder.
Two suntanned faces with two pairs of sunglasses.
The wind is calmly breezing and snowflake is gently dancing.
The yaks are enjoying eating the grass.
A couple of eagles are soaring in the sky.
I just cannot help to rise up my hand, and hold it middle air.
You ask me: what are you doing?
I say: I’m shaking hands with the clouds.
When the snow is beginning to thaw, the sprout comes out from the sward;
When I’m pregnant, and delivering a calf for “Beauty” in the cowshed.
When excitedly I call you to come to welcome our first lovely calf, I find my amniotic fluid / water has broken…
With that, we have a child of our own.
We decided to name our son Pular, and named Beauty’s boy “Strong”.
Pular loves riding on Strong, and he is as handsome as you are.
Pular loves to run on the plain, and he is as happy as I am.
You teach him carpentry / masonry by yourself, which is your best.
We all hope our smart son can be a master engineer one day.
And we believe it will happen!
I’m almost drunk by the happiness, the moment you put your hand on my belly to feel the kick, and she’s our second coming child.
I say: I will teach her photography!
Therewith, our beautiful girl - Ming Zhuoma – comes to this world at the second day of spring.
She looks like you very much, “she’s so you!” I say and gaze at her; I’m kind of envious because she has your bright eyes.
Everything is totally fabulous!
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