Chung Chi’s rice may well be chewy - it matters not; each morsel of soulless food invites one to muse, to hope with a heavy heart, an epiphany bursting forth in every bite.

Time may pass however slowly during the Assembly - it matters not; the tedium grants one a rare glimpse into the depths of the universe, a fleeting opportunity to spark inspiration and wisdom.

Elisabeth Luce Moore Library may be cold - it matters not; the chill beckons one to awaken to dreams, to waltz in shackles, and to lavish on solitude.

The mosquitoes at Lake Ad Excellentiam may be irritating - it matters not; the singular warmth and scent of each another evoke in one a fateful, irresistible allure.

A penchant or touch of romance, these are the moments that imbue us with reverence and poetic fondness towards Chung Chi.

Wishing all graduates a future filled with poetic romance!

Dr. Chan Wong Shui Pamela, ‘Address at the 70th Graduation Ceremony of Chung Chi College’ (14 November 2024)

Poem: Mr. KS Wong　 English Translation: Ms. Sam Tang