This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Prof. Ping-Chung Cheung. May we invite relatives of Prof. Cheung, brothers and sisters in the Lord, friends, colleagues and students to upload photos and share his life stories with us. We will remember him forever.
這個網頁是為紀念張炳松教授老師而開設的,邀請各位親友、主内兄姊、學術友好、同事學生上載照片和分享張老師的人生故事和點滴。永遠懷念!
這個網頁是為紀念張炳松教授老師而開設的,邀請各位親友、主内兄姊、學術友好、同事學生上載照片和分享張老師的人生故事和點滴。永遠懷念!
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The first and last meetings with Dr. Cheung
I first met Dr. Cheung when both of us engaged in a research study of Prof. S. Lau in 1989. He completed his doctoral study at Purdue U and returned to HK and began his academic career at CUHK. We went to a primary school in Homantin for data collection and had a dim sum lunch in a Chinese restaurant. He was gentle and shared that he missed the Chinese food and the environment - aroma of barbecue pork bun, tinkling sounds of dim sum trolley and lively noise of busy verbal exchanges. A pleasant and interesting encounter!
Dr. Cheung served as my thesis supervisor for both master's and doctoral studies in the 1990's and 2000's. We used to have about one hour of discussion in each consultation. He pushed me to look for original concepts of creativity in the Chinese culture and philosophy.
A sunny afternoon last summer in 2020, along the promenade from Tai Wai to Ma On Shan, we accidentally ran into each other. On the way back home after visiting his beloved mom in a nursing home in Shatin, calm and contented he looked. Sitting in a bench admiring the serenity of Tolo Harbor and campus of CUHK, and chitchatting for about an hour. This last encounter was also pleasant and enriching.
Dr. Cheung served as my thesis supervisor for both master's and doctoral studies in the 1990's and 2000's. We used to have about one hour of discussion in each consultation. He pushed me to look for original concepts of creativity in the Chinese culture and philosophy.
A sunny afternoon last summer in 2020, along the promenade from Tai Wai to Ma On Shan, we accidentally ran into each other. On the way back home after visiting his beloved mom in a nursing home in Shatin, calm and contented he looked. Sitting in a bench admiring the serenity of Tolo Harbor and campus of CUHK, and chitchatting for about an hour. This last encounter was also pleasant and enriching.