One place.
Many memories.

A RELATED MEMORY

Young overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia loved badminton, so the hall was not only a meeting place but also a popular spot for students to play after class. Light, white shuttlecocks traced graceful arcs overhead, accompanied by the crisp sound of rackets. Everyone was absorbed in the pleasure of the game.

A RELATED MEMORY

Young overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia loved badminton, so the hall was not only a meeting place but also a popular spot for students to play after class. Light, white shuttlecocks traced graceful arcs overhead, accompanied by the crisp sound of rackets. Everyone was absorbed in the pleasure of the game.

A RELATED MEMORY

My younger brothers and I used to chase one another across the lush lawn, sometimes playing football with abandon, sometimes swinging our badminton rackets. Back then, the garden was not enclosed by high, solid walls. Low bamboo fences separated it from its surroundings, open and simple.

A RELATED MEMORY

My younger brothers and I used to chase one another across the lush lawn, sometimes playing football with abandon, sometimes swinging our badminton rackets. Back then, the garden was not enclosed by high, solid walls. Low bamboo fences separated it from its surroundings, open and simple.

A RELATED MEMORY

In 1958, my mother, another elder sister and my nephew, then only eight and a half, travelled back with us by ship. After roughly ten days we entered through the Luohu crossing in Shenzhen and reached Guangzhou, where we rented a home on Aiguo Road.

A RELATED MEMORY

Huaqiao Xincun holds almost all my memories of my grandmother. I lived here from childhood until I went abroad with my parents. The present house was rebuilt in 1997; the back courtyard of the old house was where I used to live.