I was lying on the rocking chair on the boat. The light refracted by the sun on the sea surface shone like a cut gem. The sound of seagulls reached my ears from far and near. The salty sea breeze ruffled the ends of my hair. It was an ordinary day at sea. While I was drowsy, I seemed to hear someone calling me, and innocent, bright or sincere faces flashed in my mind, and opposite them were their names. Taipan, Code, Naimao, Luzon, and the last one is myself, Bering. A road appeared in front of me. Standing at the other end of the road, a young voice called my name. After passing through the dark and lightless road, I saw that young and immature face. It was 18-year-old me, standing at the door of the university with the admission notice. Although there was a trace of ignorance in my eyes, I still stepped into the door fearlessly, starting the most beautiful time in my life.