Hu Yang walked slowly to the school with exhaustion and sadness, and carried the basket in his hand casually.

Back in the room, turn on the light, and look at the salute that has been made up long ago.

Not much, just two tow boxes and two big baggage.

One of the boxes was filled with his wife's belongings, as well as gifts she had given herself and preserved clothes.

The other is a variety of honorary certificates obtained by Populus euphratica in the past ten years, as well as some textbook notes as souvenirs and some personal belongings.

Among the baggage are the special clothes of the place and the souvenirs such as the headdress that I bought in the town.

A lot of things, poplar was left without taking away, left to the people of the village.

In fact, there is nothing, the daily necessities of life are left for the old people in the village, and they can be used if they can be used, and those who are not used can be thrown away.

Similarly, Populus euphratica also left Nima with that big-ass computer.

Two years ago, after the electricity in the village was sufficient, the town's education bureau allocated a big-butt computer that was said to be donated by a certain company to Populus euphratica.

In fact, Hu Yang didn't want it, but he didn't want it from teachers in other villages and was embarrassed to ask for it.

Ay!

Populus euphratica has touched every place here, three thousand days and nights, or a place where he has lived with his wife, how can he not feel a trace of it?

But, he had to leave eventually.

However, one day in the future, he will return to Tibet again with light and warmth, to this familiar place.

As the night deepened, poplars sat down from the classroom to the room, and the cheerful laughter and reading of the children in the past gradually disappeared.....

He didn't know whether he wanted time to go faster or slower.

The night was really lonely and long.

In the end, Hu Yang took out a Tao Xun from his backpack and climbed on the roof where he used to sit with his wife, when Hu Yang hugged her and discussed with her how many children she had, and she shyly asked Hu Yang whether she liked men or women.

He said that he likes women, is as beautiful as her mother, and is as smart as her father.....

But in the end, only one person was left alone....

Put Tao Xun to your mouth and look at the fields in the distance under the starlight

The soft voice of Tao Xun (xun) drifted in the wind with a trace of sadness and nostalgia.

People who have not yet fallen asleep hear the voice.

Everyone knows that Teacher Hu is thinking about Teacher Song again, and they are used to it.

But thinking that Mr. Hu will leave here tomorrow, and he may not come back this time, everyone's hearts seem to be blocked by something.

Chest tightness but unspeakable discomfort.

Coupled with the somewhat sad Tao Xun voice of Populus Hu, some people who were anxious turned over and got out of bed directly.

Find the chimney in the corner of the wall.

And instead of scolding them as before, their wives kindly and silently lit tobacco for their husbands.....

Their faces were blurred in the smoke, and it seemed that some memories were also awakened by the poplars.

As time passed, the sound of Tao Xun disappeared.

But that sad longing has not disappeared in the wind....

........................

The next day, when Hu Yang pushed the door open, he was stunned.

All the people in the small village stood quietly on the playground, looking at the poplar who opened the door.

His lips trembled a little, and his nose was a little sore.

"What are you doing here? Go back. Hu Yang waved his hand slightly sideways, wanting them to leave.

He was afraid that he would never be able to hold back his tears of emotion.

"Teacher Hu, we know that you are leaving, and the whole village wants to come and see you off. The eldest in the village, Dorje Pola (Tibetan, meaning grandfather), looked at Hu Yangwei and said tremblingly.

In an instant, the tears of the poplar could not be stopped like bursting the embankment.

He no longer conceals and hides his weakness.

No, it's not weakness, it's being strong to the extreme.

Teacher, what are the regrets of getting to this point? What is not worth it?

When he left, the whole village gathered on the playground and waited for him early, without making a sound.

Just to send yourself.......

At this moment, Populus Hu really wanted to shout: I'm not leaving, I'm staying, I'm staying here forever.

But......

But he saw the eight children standing in front of him, and Dolma saw the reluctance in their eyes to the teacher.

It is not only a reluctance to be a teacher, but also a thirst for knowledge.

It's been ten years, I've been here for ten years, how many decades have I had in my life?

Even if you stay here, how many children will you be able to teach?

Ten, hundreds, thousands, or thousands?

He didn't know.

Because he had to admit that his strength alone was too small, like a drop of water falling into the sea, unable to splash a single wave.

The only way to turn yourself into a bridge to connect the impoverished Tibetan areas with the outside world.

Getting more people to pay attention here will change the situation completely.

Let more children be able to read, afford to read, and read with peace of mind....

"Thank you, thank you, Teacher Hu, for not leaving the village and staying here to teach the children, thank you so much......" Dorje Pola's old eyes were also full of cloudy tears, and he bent down to express his gratitude to Hu Yang.

Thanks to him for staying in the village for ten years to educate the children.

Listening to Dorje Bola's somewhat vague Tibetan language, poplar's tears fell faster.

He looked up at the sky and let the tears run down his cheeks.

Wen Xian, did you see it?

Your efforts, our efforts are worth it, not in vain.....

What they have done will leave traces, they are not good at expressing it, but they can express their most sincere gratitude with actions.

There are no mountains of gold and silver, and there are no herds of cattle and horses to give to the departing poplars.

But they gave the most precious thing, that is, their affirmation of the poplar couple's volunteer teaching in the past ten years.

It is more worthy of recognition and more precious than countless honorary certificates.

"Dorje Pola, how can I be a poplar!" Poplar looked at these lovely people in front of him with tears in his eyes.

The naughty children of the past all looked at him quietly.

Even some of the students who were studying in the county rushed back, and they were all students who had been taught by Populus euphratica.

"Teacher Hu, our village is sorry for you, but you have always stayed. Dorje Pola said in a trembling voice.

Hu Yang knew what Dorje Pola was talking about.

But did he hate? Maybe he hated, he resented.

However, at this moment, all his hatred and hatred dissipated.

The human heart is made of flesh.

Sincere or false, can you not know?

Hu Yang shed tears, shook his head gently, and did not say anything.

"Offer Hada!" said Dorje Bora!

"Sacrifice Hada!" shouted the people behind him.

Dolma took Hada from the elder's hand, raised his head high, looked serious, tightened his little face, leaned forward and slowly walked towards the poplar.

The five-foot snow-white Hada was slowly sent to Populus Hu by Zhuoma.

"Teacher, Hada!" Dolma's eyes were red, and her voice was a little choked.

But she couldn't hold back.

Hu Yang looked at the little man, nodded slightly, took Hada with both hands, and put it on his neck.

The breeze was blowing, and the snow-white Hada swayed on the chest of the poplar.