Life is full of unexpected matters. I studied Chinese at the age of 14 because I was crazy for Jackie Chan after seeing his film called "Drunken Master" on TV. I gave up my attempt to master the language a few months after, though. Because I was unfortunately aware of the fact that his mother tongue was Cantonese, not Mandarin that was only dialect
I could learn over the radio.
And then, when I lived in Fukuoka, I happened to find a Chinese lesson in my neighborhood and I started to attend the class regularly. I was the youngest student in the class, but all of my classmates were always affable and kind to me. The teacher was capable of teaching Chinese with her great command of Japanese, so I really looked forward to her class every week. I had to say good-bye to my teacher and left the class because of my husband's relocation. My Chinese study had an
And now, I have three Chinese students in my class! Today, before the lesson I gave it a try to say "What time is it now?" and "My name is Emi2号, nice to meet you." in Chinese. They were kind enough to understand me (somewhat,maybe) and they showed me a friendly smile! A little language can go a long way. My enthusiasm about learning Chinese seems to be burning up again. ^^
Right after getting home...
I opened this textbook for the first time in years.
1) Mandarin, which was the only dialect
2) ran into an