This folk song celebrates how Tibetans loves and cherishes milk. Milk is not only something we enjoy drin king, it also stands for purity and nobility. In my childhood memories, milk was always associated with my mother. On each morning and evening, mother walked around with half a bucket of freshly squeezed, steaming milk. She always came with a special smell, the smell of kindness, tenderness, and devotion. Each time I think back, I wondered about that smell itched on my consciousness all my life: did the cows pass it on to my mother, or the other way around?