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Brisbane: A Chinese singing in the street
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She is definitely from China.
At a shop corner of the bustling Queen Street in central Brisbane, she sang a number of popular songs originally by 宋祖英, such as 好日子 and a few other songs I am familiar with but which name I couldn’t recollect. She was dancing as well, her hands uplifting and widely stretching, her body moving modestly, though not exactly to the rhythm of her voice. Her posture and gesture reminded me certain aspects of 秧歌, but she moderated them less lavishly to accommodate the exotic and limited circumstance. She is likely from northern part of China, if you can forgive me for my stubborn mental stereotype of judging people’s where-froms simply by their looks or accents – only this time and I promise I won’t do this again.
Honestly speaking to you I didn’t appreciate the way she sang and danced. Her voice was far from being sweet and attractive, even though a good amount of emotional effort was evidently produced by her. On my first sight of her, she struck me wield, ridiculous and unspeakably awkward. And perhaps in entire world, there has never been a Chinese like her, singing and dancing alone in a street, without any kind of instrumental or person’s company.
Yet she was singing 好日子, dancing and grinning boldly, and meekly perceptible at the same time, in the busiest Brisbane Queen Street.
I didn’t see any passers giving her coins for my staying period, except for occasional shouting and laughing friendly to her from some wild boys. There was a young Oz lady – not well defined what is an Oz lady I know but hope you know what I mean - who must have drunk a bit over her legitimate limit, giggling and mumbling amusingly to herself and her besides. She even came over to me, asked me to donate some to the BEAUTIFUL singer, claimed she just didn’t have any spare for tonight, otherwise, she would, blah, blah, blah. Well, I know she is kind and generous and having a charitable heart, and also know that she is one of those who are eternally poor by driving out every penny usable in their pockets for her own physical consumption. She had many OTHERWISES, which I was inclined not to hear, even if they did have successfully conveyed much of her good-willed intention. When I told her that I had already spent two dollars for my part of entertainment even before she came to the scene, she said to me, and also to an Indian, who had happened to stand by my side by then, that I was a very nice, nice man, as if two dollars can transform a man like me from very bad to very good.
The Indian youth, quite handsome actually, asked me how new and latest the song she was singing. I felt a bit puzzled as why he was only interested in the age of the song, instead of her or her tune or her shape. But I gave him a rough and quick number of ten years, which I myself suspected to be accurate, but enough to properly serve his peculiar taste of fashion. When she moved to another song after a short, wondering break, he asked me again, exactly the same question, and I gave him again, the exact same answer. But I had to admit he was the person watching her play the longest - not taking me in the count of course. And from the way he looked at her, with his eagerness and noticeable admiration in his features, I knew he was already in love with her.
There must have been something significant in her mind that had nurtured her courage of singing in this unique and interesting fashion. Was this her first time? Was she a student, or a pending migrating prospect, or an aged immigrant like me? In spite of her low quality of performance, and in spite of the number of coins she could hopefully collect during the night, she seemed to have found a way of singing her beloved songs, to have discovered a passionate, a suitable-only-to-herself outlet for her emotions, which might have been somehow obstructed here in Queensland.
In all means, there must have been an enormous struggle when she decided to do this act, especially at her first time. Her self-consciousness of both fear and desire of expressing herself during her performance is imaginable, as much as what she could have been ten years ago when she was still in China, possibly listening to those songs as a mere audience in a luxurious concert.
Such is the transformation to a Chinese living in Australia.
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换张照片，这个看不太清楚，应该不会侵犯肖像权？-- 我是法盲，如果不行的话，再删了。。
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