I always tell my friends that my Chinese language stayed in 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 them in Secondary One. At the time, I did not understand why I have to learn these poems. Now, I am quite proud I know them and can still recite them.
I receive an English education and I use English at work almost exclusively. But I still prefer to read the Chinese newspapers, listen to Mandarin songs.
Well, I am still Chinese and Mandarin is my mother tongue.