(Note: English text below Chinese.)
For those who always criticize China’s one-child policy, I suggest they come to live in China and live a life like most Chinese citizens, who have to squeeze into a bus or train for work/home every day, who have to compete with hundreds, thousands, even more for a school seat or a job…
The buses and trains in Guangzhou reminds me of chicken coops full of chickens. This image has stuck to my head since over 20 years ago, when I first moved to Guangzhou. After so many years, when Guangzhou is considered very modern by my friends from modern Capitalist countries, this image remains unchanged.
On New Year’s Day, my brother, his wife, Qun, and I went to visit Qun’s parents in Foshan. It took us an hour and a half to take a train then a bus to travel from Yuancun to Foshan. It was certainly worth the trouble considering meeting Qun’s loving and super kind parents and eating their delicious noodles and chicken. But that day, I extremely miss the time when I drove anywhere freely.
We took off the train in Fangcun, which in my memory used to be a remote village. Now it is a busy area, flooded with people – passengers, business people selling food, bus/train tickets to different destinations all over china, and rare animal products like tiger paws, Tibetan sheep horns, etc. Those sellers claimed to be from Tibet. I wonder if they and their animal products were real. I hope not.
Before I got on the bus, I photographed a man, who looked a bit off. I thanked him and he stared at me. He was examining me. Today, when I look at the picture I took of him, it occurred to me that he looked like a philosopher, who has been examining lives going on all the time.
And the other day, I finally came back home and stay with my parents for a few days before I move on for the next project. My sister came home with her daughter, Tongtong who called me Auntie Mommy. Little Tongtong was teaching my parents a cell phone game: a copycat repeated whatever we said in a thin and high pitch. He was mocking us, making us sound very funny. Mom was amused. Well, I’d say “amused” was not the right word. Mom couldn’t stop laughing. She was like a baby who found anything funny andlaughable. She laughed so hard that Tongtong found herself more amused by her grandma than the copycat.