Growing old together
By Samuel Charles Denby in Qingdao, Shandong| (chinadaily.com.cn)| Updated : 2026-08-12
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Samuel Charles Denby, the author, shares a friendly moment with locals at Lianhu Park in Xi'an, Shaanxi province. [Photo provided to chinadaily.com.cn]
The first thing that captivated me about China wasn't its history. It was its future.
When I arrived in 2015, I found myself in a country that seemed determined to solve problems before I had even noticed them.
Digital payments replaced cash almost overnight. High-speed rail stitched cities together. Everyday life felt designed with efficiency in mind.
Coming from Britain, I often joked that the United Kingdom was a country built by lawyers, while China felt like one imagined by engineers. One seemed preoccupied with rules and procedures; the other with possibility.
Yet, after going back and forth for over a decade, it isn't the technology that has stayed with me most.
It is the evenings.
One evening, while walking through the park with a friend in Huizhou, Guangdong province, I heard music drifting across the trees.
As we got closer, the source revealed itself. It was not a concert or a festival, but dozens of elderly people dancing together in perfect rhythm. Some moved with impressive precision, others smiled as they tried to keep up, but what struck me wasn't the choreography.
It was the atmosphere. There was laughter between songs, neighbors greeting one another, and a sense that this wasn't an event at all. It was simply part of everyday life.
Nobody seemed surprised to see it. The park had quietly become a meeting place, an outdoor living room where growing older did not mean becoming invisible.
Standing there, I realized that what I was watching felt strangely unfamiliar.
I have since realized that evening in Huizhou wasn't an exception. It was simply the first time I noticed something I would come to see across China.
Whether in Qingdao, Shenzhen or dozens of cities in between, the parks seem to take on a second life as the day cools. Outdoor fitness areas fill with retirees chatting as much as exercising.
One man pauses halfway through a set to ask after a friend's grandson, while nearby two women spend more time laughing than stretching. Others simply occupy the benches, content to watch the evening unfold. The equipment provides a reason to come, but conversation is what keeps people there.
What impressed me wasn't the exercise itself. It was that growing older remained visible. Retirement did not seem to mean retreating indoors. Instead, the city continued to offer places where people could belong without needing to spend money, make reservations or organize weeks in advance. Community happened almost by default.