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After listening to Tang Ping'an's words, everyone nodded and recognized Tang Ping'an's words. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's right, it's our teacher He. Everyone laughed, "We will always remember what Teacher He taught us." ”

They were very lucky to meet a teacher at the university who was open to teaching.

He Tiantian heard these words outside the door, and his heart was really moved.

The students are lovely.

At the same time, I also feel the nobility of being a teacher.

Although she has only taken this year, He Tiantian is the most serious year.

I don't dare to think about it all over the world, but I hope that my students will have a bright future.

After entering the house, everyone drank some wine, sang songs, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Alright, everyone is full and full of drink. I'm here to thank you for inviting me to dinner today, and you still have to catch the car, so I won't continue. My address has been given to Yuanhua, and if any of you go to Yanjing and find me, I will treat you warmly. He Tiantian said, full of wine and food, and can better understand the melancholy of "there is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed".

Everyone looked at Yuan Hua one after another, thinking that they would definitely ask the class leader for Teacher He's address later.

When I arrived in Yanjing, I might be able to visit Mr. He.

"Goodbye Mr. He, we'll watch you go. Yuan Hua said, if you say goodbye, don't say much.

"Good. Teacher He smiled, his eyes were a little sour, pushed the bicycle, and disappeared into the street.

Everyone watched Teacher He leave, and everyone asked Yuanhua, "Class leader, where is the teacher's address?"

"Go over there and buy a pen and notebook, and I'll write the address to you for each person. "Yuan Hua said, this is what Teacher He explained, if someone goes to find Teacher He, or writes a letter, send it to this address.

Liu Hua ran fast and bought a notebook and a pen.

Yuan Hua had already cooked the address, wrote it down over and over again, and tore it off for everyone.

Everyone took Mr. He's address, and then scattered back to school. Most of the people are holding their luggage and preparing to go to the train station and catch the train.

In the end, only Yuan Hua and Tang Ping'an remained.

"Tang Ping'an, why don't you leave?" Yuan Hua asked curiously, Tang Ping'an's hometown was very far away, and he used to go home as soon as he had a holiday.

"There's also a bit of a draft. Tang Ping'an said, "Finish writing as soon as possible, send it out the day after tomorrow, and go home." What about you?"

"I'm fine, I just can't bear this school. Yuan Hua said, feeling in his heart, "In a blink of an eye, a year has passed." ”

Yes, the seasons change, and it's another year.

Tang Ping'an looked at the green trees on the side of the green boulevard in the school in confusion, and his eyes were a little confused.

Yuan Hua didn't speak, and the two walked silently on campus.

At the intersection in front of you, you are separated, one left and one right.

Yuan Hua returned to the dormitory, immediately took out a pen and paper, and wrote a poem very quickly.

The name of the poem, "She".

There is no excessive flowery rhetoric in it, just a special rhyme, recording her every move and smile.

Although Tang Ping'an was slightly drunk, his mind was very clear, and he kept writing, and those storylines were like mountain springs pouring out, flowing endlessly.

Until late at night, Tang Ping'an was tired and fell asleep on the table.

When he woke up the next morning, Tang Ping'an looked at the thick manuscript paper in front of him, and actually wrote out all the endings of "Fengyun".

Tang Ping'an couldn't believe it, worried that the quality was not good, so he read it word by word, except that the handwriting was a little messy, the sentences were smooth, and they were very coherent in one go.

This is a bonus.

Tang Ping'an took the original manuscript, went to the library, and asked the staff inside to help make a copy. After that, he took out the plastic folder, carefully collected the original, and then sent the copy to Xie Wanying along with the interview.

Tang Ping'an took his luggage and walked on the green boulevard of the school.

The sun was setting, stretching his long figure very long.

Yuan Hua also took his luggage, saw Tang Ping'an and said, "Tang Ping'an, what time is your train." ”

"At eight o'clock in the evening, what about you?" asked Tang Ping'an, turning his head to look at the squad leader Yuan Hua.

"I'm half-past seven, let's have dinner together and go to the train station together. Yuan Hua said, "I wrote a poem, you can help me read it." ”

Tang Ping'an said: "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

While the two were waiting for the food, Yuan Hua took out his notebook, handed it to Tang Ping'an and said, "The last page, you take a look." ”

""She", she has a pair of bright eyes, she has an empathetic heart・・・・・・" Tang Ping'an carefully tasted word by word, one by one.

Yuan Hua was excited, she drank yesterday and her hands and feet were sore, but her brain was very clear, and it took a few minutes to create this poem.

After a while, Tang Ping'an nodded and said, "Very good! Are you writing it based on Teacher He?"

"Uh-huh. Yuan Hua said, "It can be all great women, or all good things・・・・・・"

"It's one of the most emotional poems you've ever written. Tang Ping'an said, "Can you copy it to me?" ”

"Yes!" Yuan Hua nodded and personally copied a copy for Tang Ping'an.

Tang Ping'an read it twice, and then he could recite it and memorize it in his heart.

After dinner, the two went to the train station together.

At half past seven in Yuanhua's train, Tang Ping'an sent Yuanhua's squad leader on the train, and was waiting for his train alone!

The tickets were checked, although the flow of people walked in the crowd.

The night sky is not dark, but becomes a little empty under the reflection of the lights.

She's leaving.

She, to the north.

Him, to the south.

Tears finally flowed down the corners of her eyes.

He's not a fool.

Although he didn't want to admit it before, when he was alone, through that poem, he understood his heart.

Leaving or not, Tang Ping'an decided that he would not see He Tiantian in this life.

It's not because I don't want to see it.

Rather, they can't be seen.

I was afraid to see and wanted to see it, but in the end, I couldn't control my emotions, which destroyed the friendship between teachers and students, and destroyed the beauty!

At this time, Tang Ping'an remembered the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore's poem "The World's Farthest Distance"

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death

It's that I'm standing in front of you, and you don't know that I love you

The farthest distance in the world

It's not that I'm standing in front of you, you don't know I love you

It's love to the point of obsession, but you can't say I love you

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you

I want you to be in pain, but you can only bury it deep in your heart

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you

・・・・・・

The farthest distance in the world is the distance between the fish and the bird, one in the sky

One dives deep to the bottom of the sea

I have read this poem before, and I only think that Tagore deserves to be a famous poet who can write such incisive days.

But if you really experience the farthest distance in the world, you will know the sweetness, pain, struggle, and helplessness in this poem・・・・・・

Tang Ping'an raised his head, hoping that the tears in his eyes could evaporate.

He was pleased with her.

She didn't know.

He can't say it, he can only bury it in his heart.

Because they don't love each other, they can't be together.

She is a free bird in the sky.

And he is just a humble little fish in the water, destined not to be together.