A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers Read Online Free PDF Page B

night. First time we make love. First time in my life doing this.
    I think you are beautiful. You are beautiful smiles, and beautiful face, and beautiful language. You speak slowly. I almost hear every single word because you speak so slowly, only sometime I not understanding what you mean. But I understanding you more than anybody else I meet in England.
    Then you are taking off clothes.
    I look at you. Man’s body seems ugly. Hair, bones, muscles, skins, more hair. I smell at you. Strong smell. Smell animal. Smell is from your hair, your chest, your neck, your armpit, your skin, your every single little bit in body.
    Strong smell and strong soul. I even can feel it and touch it. And I think your body maybe beautiful also. Is the home of your soul.
    I ask how old are you, is first question Chinese people ask to stranger. You say forty-four. Older than me twenty years. Forty-four in my Chinese think is old, is really old. Leaves far behind away from youth. I say age sound old, but you look young. You say thanks, and you don’t say more.
    I say I think you beautiful, ignoring the age. I think you too beautiful for me, and I don’t deserve of you.
    Very early morning. You are sleeping, with gentle breathe. I look through bedroom’s window. Sky turning dim into bright. I see small dried up old grapes hang under vines by window. Their shapes are become clear and clear in cold spring morning light. Garden is messy and lush. Your clothes and socks hanging in washing line. Your gardening machines everywhere on soil.
    You are man, handy and physical. This is man’s garden.
    You make me feel fragile. Love makes me feel fragile, because I am not beautiful, I never being told I am beautiful. My mother always telling me I am ugly. “You are ugly peasant girl. You have to know this.” Mother tells this to me for all twenty-three years. Maybe why I not never having boyfriend like other Chinese girls my age. When I badly communicating with others, my mother’s words becomes loud in my eardrum. I am ugly peasant girl. I am ugly peasant girl.
    “My body is crying for you,” you say.
    Most beautiful sentence I heard in my life.
    My bad English don’t match your beautiful language.
    I think I fall in love with you, but my love cannot match your beauty.
    And then daytime. Sun puts light through garden to our bed. Birds are singing on roof. I think how sunlight must make people much happier in this dark country and then I watch you wake up. We see each other naked, without distance. In light of reality. “Good morning,” you say. “You look even more lovely than yesterday.” And we make love again in the morning.
    fertilise   
v.
1. to provide (an animal or plant) with sperm or pollen to bring about fertilisation; 2. to supply (soil) with nutrients.
    fertilise
    You take me to garden. Is very small, maybe ten square metres. One by one, you introduce me all the plants you have put there. Sixteen different plants in a ten square metres garden. In my home town in China, there only one plant in fields: rice.
    You know every single plant’s name, like they your family and you try tell me but I not remember English names so you write them down:
    Potato
    Daffodil
    Lavender
    Mint
    Spinach
    Thyme
    Dill
    Apple tree
    Green beans
    Wisteria
    Grape vine
    Bay tree
    Geranium
    Beetroot
    Sweet corn
    Fig tree
    Then I tell you all these plants have very different names and meanings in Chinese. So I write down names in Chinese, and explain every word at you.

    You laughing when you hear the names. “I never knew flutes grew on trees,” you say. It seems I am big comedy to you. I not understand why so funny. “You can’t say your Rs. It’s
fruit
not
flute
,” you explain me. “A
flute
is a musical instrument. But your Chinese name seems just right: a fig tree really is a fruit tree without flowers.”
    “How a tree can just have fruit without having flower first?” I ask.
    Like teacher, you describe how insect climbs into fruit to fertilise