n 2003, I was still a university student. Our student club published a literary magazine called Chou Shi (“The Ugly Stone”), and I had the honor of serving as one of its editors. Later, I created a student literature website—QQSea.com.
Today, I happened to revisit some archived guestbook messages and replies from that time. I was deeply moved. Many of the people I once knew have faded from memory, and some names I can no longer clearly recall. Yet the feelings of that era—the confusion, innocence, friendship, and quiet determination—remain vivid, as if they have never truly left.
Looking back now, it feels like a distant shore I once stood on, full of uncertainty and dreams. Time has moved on, and so have we, but something of that youthful light still lingers in memory.