Yang Rui College of Chinese Language and LiteratureLevel 2017

“Years from now, I will remember those afternoons in the Chinese Department imagining a future that was destined to be unsatisfactory. "This is the last sentence in the acknowledgment section of my graduation thesis. It is an exclamation mixed with a joke, and it also serves as a footnote for my four years in Huiyuan.

If asked about the story between me and Huiyuan, I would like to pick up one person after another and one thing after another in my memory. For example, every teacher who shines on the podium carefully tells us about their works, writers, aesthetics, and character in a tight curriculum. Even teachers who have few opportunities to meet me give me strength in the encounters that are destined to happen. For example, every student who walks into the dark night after class has bright eyes, foreshadowing the dawn that can be expected. For example, I met a hedgehog in the pile of leaves outside the halal canteen after the rain, built a snowman on Lovers' Slope after the heavy snow, played the guitar with my roommates in the dormitory after the lights were turned off, and talked about the world.

The stage and words are the two most important traces I left behind in Huiyuan. Over the past four years, I have been active in many corners of the HKUST stage. From a role in the spotlight to a staff member backstage in dramas, I have always been able to receive applause and emotion with my friends. I will still be nervous on stage, I will still find it difficult to get into the show because of my complicated thoughts, and I will still cry out for that sentence backstage in "The Voyage"."If you want to see the silver mountains hitting the sky and the waves, open the window and let the river come in." I can't help but applaud, and I will still bow deeply at the curtain call.

I am always writing something. Although the reality was not ideal from the beginning, persisting in writing may be the most important thing for me in these four years. Whether it is the "Qingyuan" magazine in the hospital, which I inherited from my predecessors and is running poorly, or my own personal public account, they all keep the crown for my ideals. Although there are always conflicts of one kind or another between reality and ideals, literature and books can always escape and become a necessary answer in life.

Of course, most people and things are just along the way for us. We will eventually part ways at a fork in the road not far away, and life is therefore full of regretful gaps. But since we have buried so many stories for the future together, there will definitely be a reunion dinner under the stars in the future.

"Do you remember the bumpy past? The road was long and people were trapped and the donkeys neighed." Regardless of whether it goes as planned or not, the four-year story of Huiyuan will finally come to an end in an early summer. I think that many years later, I will still never forget that one afternoon when I first came to Beijing many years ago, my parents and I took a taxi to a small garden called "Huiyuan" on the edge of the Third Ring Road. We sat down in a restaurant outside the east gate, looked at the ocher red or dark yellow buildings, and indulged in a four-year story in which I played the "protagonist".