My Cultural Story

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My cultural story “Shanghainese”? I grow up in a very simple Chinese family with no wondrous family history. The only thing worth mentioning is my aunt—my mum’s sister believe in Buddhism, which may be considered as a tradition. I was once one of the Buddhist laity before I found the existence of Bodhisattva contradicts what I’ve learned from schools. Since my father, mother and I were all born in Shanghai, theoretically, I’m a kind of “Shanghainese.” Pesonally, I’d never labeled myself as a Shanghainese, for I feel a little ashamed of Shanghai intonation, especially in the quarrels. When I was in primary school, in respond to the state policy of mandarin popularization, I was forced to speak mandarin at school and I got used to thinking in mandarin, partly because that I thought it was more elegant and less noisy than Shanghai dialect. As a result, I become a “Shanghainese” who has totally forgot how to speak my dialect. After learning the history of Shanghai, I really feel confused and rootless. It does not have a long history compared with the ancient city like LuoYang, Xi An, Nan Jing, Beijing----four ancient Chinese capitals. It is an melting pot laced with all the features, cultures and cuisines from the Southern areas of China. I was really frustrated tha time when all the foods I’d thought to be specialities of Shanghai turned out to be originated in other cities. What’s worse, as an otaka, I’d rather stay at home, so the opportunities for me to communicate people from other regions, not to metion foreigners, so as to experience the cultural difference. North and South However, a long-distance travel to the northern part of China enlight me that even though we’re Chinese, most belong to ethnic Han and all speak in the same official language, our way of speaking, thinking, behaving still deeply affected by our regional culture. What impressed me
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