It's time to admit to the world: I'm learning Chinese. Mandarin, specifically. It's been on the list of things I'd like to do forever, but there was never really enough time... until I realized that there never will be enough time, so I might as well get started now!
I hope to write a note in the future about my motivation, learning strategies, and experiences, but today I want to share with you a short story that I wrote--my first writing project in Chinese! There's virtually no plot, and it's more like "here are some things I can say" than anything else, so don't say I didn't warn you. An English translation follows.
It's morning. Cats, dogs, horses, and other animals are going to breakfast.
One cat eats eggs. One cat eats bread. Horses eat apples.
This dog is happy. This dog is drinking coffee!
That girl has twenty square dumplings. Square!
This boy is very fat compared to that girl. He has forty dumplings!
It's raining. Cat is getting wet in the rain. Cat is cold. Cold is blue.
It's sunny. Dad is hot. Hot is red.
Dad says: My name is Dad! I'm fifty-seven years old. I can speak English.
Son says: I want to eat noodles. Noodles are my essential. I didn't eat noodles yesterday. I usually eat noodles!
Dad says: We bought red cherries and yellow mangoes. I just ate noodles. We don't have noodles.
Son says: That boy has forty dumplings. I want five noodles. I'm going to China.
Dad says: Yes, you're going to China.