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i've just been to Shanghai again last month. in fact, i regularly go there to get some bitter-sweet air reminiscent of my lonely childhood. and what impressed me most was the taxi-drivers' cordiality. i mean, when they know u r not a local and if u happen to have trouble finding the restaurant or hotel u want, they really could try their best to give u a hand and care not about the fee. recalling the last day when i was in a rush heading for the airport, the driver did find a shortcut for me and, what's more, as i was in a bad mood that morning, shedding tears silently at the back seat, the kind guy just considerably kept handing me the tissue. and when i eventually managed to stop crying, he began to sing a Cantonese song for me and tried to cheer me up (BTW, i'm a Cantonese). his funny tone amused me and made me feel like, well, as if i was on my way home on one of my folks' car. so now shanghai is not just a part of my childhood memory, but also a place that has an emotional link to my present life. i think all the shanghai people should be proud of their taxi-drivers, for they're the best so far as i've ever seen. |
10 Things You Love/Hate About Shanghai