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The Red Dream.

I had a dream last night. I was back in school. It was Chinese lesson. We were going thru' a passage in the primary-school-style Chinese textbook. Sure enough, the teacher asked me to read the passage. I had some trouble reading some of the words. Finally I managed to read the whole passage in bits and pieces. Then the teacher commented that I probably had not been reading Chinese books for a long time. She was so right.

Languages, like all skills, you'll lose it if you don't practice it. I am having thoughts of picking up another language. However, I am slowly losing proficiency in one which I used to be so proud that I was good at it. I think the least I can do now is to pick up some reading of Chinese short stories (散文) again. It will keep me interested for a while. =op

Btw, they are showing Almost Famous on TV right now. I remember sneaking into the cinema for this R(A) show back then, when I was a couple of months before 21, with a female friend who was more than a couple of years before 21! That was when I fell in love with Kate Hudson. Ha ha. And guess what, she is working on a new movie "A Dream Of Red Mansions". Yes, inspired by 曹雪芹's <<红楼梦>>.

Hmmm... I don't really know, but I have a feeling all these are linked in some way... ",)
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Unknown said…
Ha, I think it's more of you thinking of learning a new language that triggers this dream. I think most of us are losing touch with Mandarin now...
June 24, 2007 3:04 PM
egeus said…
Mandarin is okay. I still can speak fluently. Its writing. And maybe reading... I wonder how many characters I can recognise now.
June 24, 2007 8:48 PM
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