我经常和朋友说我的中文写作能力只有小学三年级的程度。意思浅浅。华文不好。 四月间为了访问武汉大学图书馆，花了近一个月的时间把几十张英文的幻灯片翻成华文。差点要了我的命。一个老友有一天不经意的说我写的中文字还是那么丑。我觉得还不错，经他一说，不禁有点泄气。 写是不行了。不过读，说和听还可以吧。 前天晚上还念了几首唐诗给姐姐听呢。还记得那是中学一年级的时候学的。当时不懂老师的心意还以为在刁难我们。 现在为了还能背几首唐诗而沾沾自喜。虽然受的是英文教育，现在工作也以英文为主，但还是比较喜欢读中文报，比较喜欢听华语歌。 毕竟是华人吧。 毕竟是母语吧。 I always tell my friends that my Chinese is third grade Chinese. In short, not good. For my exchange to Wu Han University in April, I spent nearly a month translating my slides from English to Mandarin. It was tough. A secondary school friend commented that my Chinese handwriting is still ugly. I was quite disappointed because I thought it was quite good. Well, maybe I can’t write. But I can still read, speak and understand Mandarin. Just the other night, I recited a few Tang poems from memory. I still remember learning Continue Reading
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