Repeat-After-Me Story | SHADOWING Chinese Speaking Practice - Learn Chinese

In this video, we'll read aloud a genuine Chinese story, fully imitating the way native speakers talk. Real-time shadowing practice can improve your pronunciation, accent, and intonation. At the same time, since it's a complete story, you can learn new vocabulary and expressions here, and infer the intended Chinese meaning through context. So, read aloud with me! Let's exercise your Chinese thinking together! Let's begin! Hi, everyone, welcome! I'm Giselle. Welcome to my Shadow Practice, Shadow Reading. Let's work together to improve your Chinese pronunciation, intonation, accent, and speaking confidence. Let's get started! Today is payday. I just had a bowl of beef noodles; I'm full and very happy. Then, I saw him—a homeless man sitting by the roadside, completely soaked, his hair plastered to his face, his clothes tattered, shivering all over. A paper cup was placed in front of him, containing only a few jiao, and suddenly I felt deeply distressed. I thought for a moment, walked over, placed the umbrella beside him, and said, "Here, take it." He looked up at me, his eyes red, his lips trembling. He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. I turned and ran, rain beating against my head, face, and clothes—so cold, so cold—but I felt warm inside. I ran for two minutes and made it home. I live on the sixth floor with no elevator. As I climbed the stairs, my hair kept dripping water. I laughed at myself while climbing, wondering if I was being too silly—after all, it was a brand-new umbrella I'd just bought, and it cost eighty yuan. At the doorstep, I took the key out of my pocket, and then I heard footsteps. If you truly want to improve your Chinese, make it more natural and authentic, and gain a deeper understanding of real cultural shocks, I've prepared a systematic and rich set of content for everyone. 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Let's refine pronunciation, spoken rhythm, and vocabulary step by step, helping you speak Chinese fluently and naturally, express yourself with ease, and understand the cultural secrets behind the language. The content is still being continuously updated. The price will remain unchanged even if you join now. The link is in the video description. Everyone is welcome to join. I turned around and saw the homeless man standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding my umbrella in his hand. His face was covered in rainwater, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had run very fast. My first reaction wasn't emotion, but fear. Why are you following me? My voice was trembling, and my mind was filled with those terrifying things I'd seen on the news. He took a step forward, and I took a step backward. I tightly gripped the key in my hand, wondering whether I should immediately open the door and call the police. He suddenly spoke, his voice soft and hoarse. Your wallet fell on the roadside. He took out a pink wallet from his clothes—it's mine. It contains my ID card, bank card, and the one thousand yuan I had just withdrawn. I was stunned. You dropped this when you ran, he said. I picked it up and followed you here, worried you might be anxious. I'm sorry if I scared you. He handed me the wallet, then placed the umbrella on the ground, turned around to leave, and my tears immediately came flowing out. Wait, I'll call him—wait a minute. I opened the door, ran inside, grabbed a clean towel, an old coat left by my father, two buns, and a bottle of hot water, then ran out to give them to him. Take them, take them all. He took the item, suddenly burst into tears, a grown man crouching at the stairway corner, crying like a child. He said, "Thank you. My daughter is about your age. I haven't eaten anything in three days." I was crying harder than he was at the doorway. I let him in to take a hot shower, and then he sat on my living room sofa, holding a cup of hot water, his hands still trembling. I asked him, "How did you become like this?" He said he used to be a chef. His wife fell ill, and he spent a lot of money on her treatment, but she eventually passed away. Later, he also fell sick. I couldn't handle heavy labor, couldn't find a job, and couldn't afford the rent, so I came out. Is there anyone else at your place? I asked. I have a daughter, he said. She's in college. I'm afraid to tell her about my current state—she'd be heartbroken. My heart aches terribly. I opened my phone and sent a message in the local group: Does anyone know the restaurant owner? I have a brother here who used to be a chef and is looking for work. Within ten minutes, someone replied to me, saying his friend's restaurant just needed a dishwasher, with meals provided and a monthly salary of 2,800 yuan. When I told him this message, he was stunned, and then he did something I never expected. He suddenly stood up and bowed to me, a very deep bow. Girl," he said, "you've saved my life." I quickly helped him up and said, "No, no, no, I've just sent a message." That night when he left, the rain had stopped, and a rainbow appeared on the horizon. He was carrying my old backpack, which contained a towel, bread, and the three hundred yuan I had insisted on stuffing into his hands. He took one step, glanced back at me, took another step, glanced back again. I waved at him from the window, shouting, "Work hard, eat well." He shouted back at me, "Yes, I can." Later, he really went to that restaurant; the owner was very kind and even arranged a place for him to stay. On the day he paid salaries, he transferred me three hundred yuan and sent me a voice message. I clicked to listen, and he said, "Young lady, I'll treat you to a meal. Come to my shop, and I'll cook you a dish myself." I laughed, laughing very happily. When you are kind to others, life will also be kind to you. Sometimes you think you're helping others, but in reality, you're also helping yourself. Because you will remember, this world is worth your continued kindness. Also, if you happen to have an extra umbrella or an additional steamed bun, share them, won't you? You don't know how many stories lie behind that person, nor do you know whether a single act of reaching out might truly change someone's fate.