Eighteen years ago, I studied undergraduate here. There was a popular saying at that time: "Poor Tsinghua, rich Peking University, don't go to HKUST."

As "desperate" students, we used to go to the library early to take a seat for self-study, and also went back to the dormitory with Dai Yue to continue burning the midnight oil to do our homework. I was abused by mathematical and physical methods, and I forgot to eat and sleep in order to do chemical experiments.

Students are extremely intelligent and eager to learn, and teachers are knowledgeable and approachable.

I miss those "desperate" days, which are our youthful years that are gone forever.