Wang Xingyi
I graduated from the Hong Kong Polytechnic University and am heading towards becoming a woman who is self-sufficient, thinks independently, has the courage to be herself, speaks softly and has strength.
I have thought this way more than once: The beautiful time in that year seemed to have been stolen.
After returning home from a day's work, I lay on the bed tiredly and spent a short but truly personal time scrolling through my circle of friends. It happened that a friend in Hong Kong sent a photo and said: The night in Victoria Harbor is so beautiful. I looked at the watch at 8:28. Yes, it is the Victoria Harbor I am familiar with. It was the scene when I came home from class without turning on the lights and looked out the window quietly. Nothing has changed but it seems that everything has changed. .
Obviously, I miss the life in Hong Kong. I once complained about the cramped rooms, high prices, incomprehensible English and Cantonese bilingualism, humid and hot weather, and the always crowded Tsim Sha Tsui...But when the farewell plane departed from The moment I took off from Hong Kong International Airport, all the complicated emotions became simple, so simple that I could only think of its goodness.
Life in Hong Kong revolves around PolyU. The convenience and prosperity of Hung Hom make me glad that I made such a wise choice. The happiest thing every week is to ride from Ho Man Tin MTR station to Yau Ma Tei, then transfer to Tsim Sha Tsui, and go straight from Tsim Sha Tsui to Harbor City. Every time I have a premonition that I will return home with a full load, my steps will become lighter. . Sometimes I would take a bus from Hung Hom through the Cross Harbor Tunnel to Hong Kong Island, go shopping at SOGO, and then wait until nightfall and get on the Ding Ding car to go to Central. Under the light of the street scene, I felt like I was in a certain harbor. In the scene of the film, , accompanied by the sound of "ding ding", slowly shuttles through the blend of modernity and history. At this time, looking out the window, what seems to be seen is no longer the scenery, but a long period of time.
Friends often ask, “Do you have any food recommendations in Hong Kong?” The first thing that pops into my mind is the Polytechnic canteen. The cafeteria in the VA building has accompanied me through countless hungry days and nights. Red Sausage, Sliced Chicken and Roasted Pork Rice is my favorite. It is topped with a small packet of soy sauce and sesame sauce, and paired with a cup of frozen lemon. Tea, that is the unique taste that I still remember. Sometimes I also look for food near Whampoa. Delicious egg-fried rice rolls, trendy double-layer cheeseburgers, pineapple oil from Hung Hom Ice Room, Korean-style kimbap, and moist Yangzhi Manna Coconut Emperor... Of course, the food in Hong Kong is not limited to this. I remember when I first went to Hong Kong, I was keen to check in various "Internet celebrity" stores every day, including the Regal Ice Cream Truck parked on the street. Jiuji Beef Brisket that I waited in line for a long time to eat, I found Guixiangyuan Rice Noodles by following the navigation alone, and I even drank the soup Yilan, and the authentic Co Thanh Vietnamese noodles hidden in Central... If I really had to list them all, I would probably not be able to finish them in three days and three nights.
Before setting foot in this city, I think my initial impression of Hong Kong was based on subjective imagination based on Hong Kong movies, "Carmen in Mongkok", "Chungking Express", "Police Story", "In the Mood for Love" ...These films with an authentic Hong Kong flavor allow people to see the city's prosperity and business, rivers and lakes and warmth on the screen. When I followed my memory and walked through each scene in the movie, I seemed to really feel it. During that time, there were fireworks in the world, happiness, love and hatred. I have been to many cities, but Hong Kong is irreplaceable after all. I have seen its quiet nights, embraced its warm sea breeze, touched its mottled walls, and listened to its beating heart. The subtle feelings are almost permanently engraved in my heart.
As I write this, my thoughts are confused. For a moment, I really want to go back to my home in Hong Kong that no longer exists. A room of less than ten square meters carries my wanton youth and vivid life. If the days of studying in Hong Kong were dried into a master's degree certificate, it would be a bit thin. The people I met, the roads I traveled, and the scenery I saw should all be sealed in it. Thanks to my parents for allowing me to stand taller and see further; thank you to my teachers for helping me broaden my horizons and act more calmly; thank you to polyu for teaching me to have an open mind and move forward and retreat more freely. Every separation is for a better reunion next time. I hope that when we meet again, we can all grow into the best version of ourselves.
