1970 is a little sweet

Chapter 812 Birds, little fish

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After hearing Tang Ping'an's words, everyone nodded their heads in recognition of Tang Ping'an's words.

"Yes, it is our Teacher He." Everyone laughed, "We will always remember what Teacher He taught us."

It was a very lucky thing for them to meet a teacher who taught openly in the university.

He Tiantian was really moved when he heard these words outside the door.

These students are lovely.

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

Although she only led this class for one year, it was the most serious year for He Tiantian.

The peaches and plums all over the world dare not think about it, but they hope that their students will have a bright future.

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

"Okay, everyone is full and drunk. I am here to thank everyone for inviting me to dinner today. You still have to drive, so I won't continue. My address has already been given to Yuanhua. Whoever is going to Yanjing, go to If you come to me, I will treat you warmly." He Tiantian said, full of wine and food, and can better understand the melancholy of "there is no banquet that never ends".

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

When you arrive in Yanjing, maybe you can visit Mr. He.

"Goodbye, Mr. He, we will watch you go." Yuan Hua said, not much to say about the parting.

"Okay." Teacher He smiled, his eyes were a little sore, and he pushed the bicycle and disappeared at the intersection of the street.

Everyone watched Teacher He leave, and they asked Yuan Hua, "Squad leader, where is the teacher's address?"

"Go over there to buy a pen and a notebook, and I'll write down the address for each of you." Yuan Hua said, this is what Teacher He explained. If anyone goes to find Teacher He or writes a letter, he will send this address.

Liu Hua ran fast and bought notebooks and pens.

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

Everyone took Teacher He's address, and then scattered back to school.Most of the people are carrying their luggage and are going to the train station to catch the train.

In the end, only Yuan Hua and Tang Pingan remained.

"Tang Ping'an, why don't you leave?" Yuan Hua asked curiously. Tang Ping'an's hometown is far away, and he used to go home immediately after holidays.

"There are still some manuscripts." Tang Ping'an said, "Finish it as soon as possible, send it out the day after tomorrow, and then go home. What about you?"

"I'm fine, but I just don't want to part with this school." Yuan Hua said, feeling deeply in his heart, "In the blink of an eye, a year has passed."

Yes, the four seasons change, and it is another year.

Tang Ping'an looked at the green trees beside the green avenue in the school in confusion, his eyes were a little blurred.

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

Separate at the intersection ahead, 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 title of the poem, "She".

There are not too many gorgeous rhetoric in it, but special rhymes are used to record her every move, every frown and smile.

Although Tang Ping'an was a little drunk, his mind was very clear, and he kept writing like a mountain spring.

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

When Tang Pingan woke up the next morning, looking at the thick manuscript paper in front of him, he had already written all the endings of "The Wind and Cloud".

Tang Pingan couldn't believe it, worried about the poor quality, and read it word by word. Except for some messy handwriting, the sentences were smooth, coherent, and very coherent.

This is a surprise.

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

Tang Pingan took his luggage and walked on the school's green avenue.

The setting sun stretched his long figure very long.

Yuan Hua was also holding the luggage, saw Tang Ping'an and said, "Tang Ping'an, what time is your train?"

"It's eight o'clock in the evening, how about you?" Tang Ping'an asked, turning to look at squad leader Yuan Hua.

"I arrived at 07:30. Let's have dinner together and go to the train station together." Yuan Hua said, "I wrote a poem, please help me read it."

Tang Ping'an said, "Okay, let me 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, "Look at the last page."

""She", she has a pair of bright eyes, and she has an understanding heart..." Tang Pingan carefully savored each sentence word by word.

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

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

"Yeah." Yuan Hua said, "It can be all great women, or it can be all beautiful things..."

"This is the most emotional one of all your poems." Tang Ping'an said, "Can you copy it for me?"

"Yes!" Yuan Hua nodded, and made a copy for Tang Ping'an himself.

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

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

Yuanhua's train arrived at 07:30. Tang Ping'an sent Yuanhua squad leader to board the train, and was waiting for his train alone again!
Tickets are checked, although the flow of people is walking in the crowded crowd.

The sky at night is not dark, but under the reflection of the lights, it becomes a bit brighter.

She is leaving.

She, to the north.

Him, to the south.

The tears in the corners of the eyes finally flowed down the corners of the eyes.

He is not a fool.

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

It doesn't matter whether he leaves, Tang Pingan decides that he will never see He Tiantian in this life.

Not because I don't want to see you.

But can not see.

Afraid to see and still want to see, in the end I can't control my emotions, destroying the friendship between teachers and students, destroying the beauty!

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

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death
but me standing in front of you you don't know i love you

The farthest distance in the world
It's not me standing in front of you you don't know I love you

But love to obsession but can't say I love you

The furthest distance in the world is not that I cannot say I love you

But thinking about you hurts my heart, but I can only bury it deep in my heart

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

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

One dives deep
I have read this poem before, and I only feel that Tagore is worthy of being a famous poet, and he can write such brilliant days.

But only after experiencing the farthest distance in the world can you 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 likes her.

she does not 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.

(End of this chapter)