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I was minutes late.The taxi driver suggested me to hitchhike a bicycle in the campus. Better be a boy's, he added. I laughed and I did. I asked for the nearest bicycle rider the second I jumped off the car. Yet a girl's bike. We zigzagged accross the road and one of my knees hit on a stone road-block and was bruised. I wasn't blocked at the door. The ticket was saved and I was thankful.

The THU main hall was full of journalists, carrying heavy cameras, and waiting to capture a gesture. The friendly gesture from a prestigious University in a foreign country, who decided to offer you a degree. Would you accept that? You just have to. Flora changed her MSN personal message as "The average income of THU doctoral graduates rocketing overnight" after we came back, which is funny.

It was a contentless talk, politeness and gestures. I stood by the flashes and serious faces, trying to seek the lanky teenager out of this middle-aged man, who used to pose for a teen magazine cover, now began to lose his hairs but still with the childlike smile. I am always curious about this kind of smile. I've seen it on many people's faces. Most of them - typical kidults, though they might be someone's parents. Many of them have simple pursuits in their life, yet strong pursuits, full of childlike curiosity and passion in what they do in their life. And those are the people who are always "on the road". And I like them.

The lecture was short. Smiles, gestures, and applauses were gone quickly.

One image that I cannot wipe off was the fair head boy, years back, confidently standing on the stage, trying to sell people of how great Machintosh OS was. Those were his golden days. The rising days on the road, full of hopes and adventures, which might be a good explanation of what youth is.