Informal letter :Write a letter in about 120 words to your elder sister / brother living abroad describing
your experience at a recent concert of your favourite singer.
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Dear brother,
You’re probably getting all the last minute things taken care of in anticipation of your arrival on the sunny island of Hainan. At any rate, I thought it would be fitting to write a letter to you as you prepare for your abroad program. I know you’ve never really taken with any of the advice I’ve given you on anything, but I know a fair thing or two about studying abroad in China. And while you may never read this letter (pretty sure you don’t read my blog), it’s still something I think is worth writing anyway.
Even though this is your first time in Hainan, you’re more familiar with mainland China than I was when I arrived in Beijing. (Tip: while Hainan is considered “mainland China” to people from Hong Kong and Macau, Hainan natives will refer to the rest of China as the mainland, too. Makes sense, as Hainan is a lone little island that isn’t physically connected to the greater land mass of China. Culturally, though, Hainan is just like the mainland.) You know what to expect from life in China, both from the visits we made in our childhood, the stories I’ve told you from my year abroad and the time you came to visit me in Beijing and experienced life in mainland China in all of its wild, uncensored glory.
Where do I begin? So much of what I would tell you I’ve already shown you when you visited me in Beijing. Remember that time we ordered 串儿, or meat skewers, at that roadside stall at some ungodly hour in the night? And while the chunks of lamb were roasted atop the fiery coals, the man selling them to us whipped out a hairdryer and used it to fan the meat from above? Or that time we were trying desperately to get a cab from the railway station to the hostel and cab drivers asked where we were going, and then quoted us some ridiculously obnoxious fare so I cursed out all the drivers that were trying to take advantage of us? Or that time we were in Tiananmen Square trying vainly to cut through the crowd to get to the Forbidden City and decided to yell “EXCUSE ME, COMING THROUGH!!!!!!” in English as we waved our arms around like birds flapping in the air and ran through the parting crowd, leaving a clear open path behind us so Mom could follow? Gosh. Only in China, right?