Chapter 817 Birds, Small Fish

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Everyone nodded after hearing Tang Ping'an's words.

"Yes, it's 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 was open to teaching in college.

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

These students are very cute.

At the same time, she also felt the nobility of being a teacher.

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

I dare not think that my students will have a bright future, but I hope that my 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 catch the car, so I won't continue. My address has been given to Yuan Hua. Whoever goes to Yanjing to find me, I will warmly entertain you." He Tiantian said, full of wine and food, she can better understand the melancholy of "there is no feast that will not end in the world".

Everyone looked at Yuen Wah, thinking that they would definitely ask the monitor for Mr. He's address later.

When they arrived in Yanjing, they might visit Mr. He.

"Goodbye, Mr. He. We'll watch you go." Yuen Wah said, saying no more words of parting.

"Okay." Mr. He smiled, his eyes a little sore, pushing his bicycle and disappearing at the street corner.

Everyone watched Mr. He leave, and everyone asked Yuen Wah, "Monitor, where is the teacher's address?"

"Go over there and buy a pen and a notebook, and I'll write the address for each of you." Yuen Wah said, this is what Mr. He told him, if anyone goes to see Mr. He, or writes a letter, just send it to this address.

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

Yuen Wah had memorized 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 people took their luggage and prepared to go to the train station to catch the train.

In the end, only Yuen Wah and Tang Ping'an were left.

"Tang Ping'an, why don't you leave?" Yuen Wah asked curiously. Tang Ping'an's hometown is far away. He used to go home immediately after the holidays.

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

"I'm fine, I just can't bear to leave this school." Yuen Wah said, feeling in his heart, "In a blink of an eye, a year has passed."

Yes, the seasons change, and another year has passed.

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

Yuen Wah didn't say anything either, and the two walked silently on the campus.

They separated at the intersection in front, one on the left and one on the right.

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

The name of the poem is "She".

There are not too many gorgeous words in it, but only use special rhymes 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. Those story plots were like mountain springs pouring down, flowing endlessly.

Until late at night, Tang Pingan was exhausted and fell asleep on the table.

When he woke up the next morning, Tang Pingan looked at the thick manuscript in front of him and found that he had already written the ending of "Wind and Cloud".

Tang Pingan couldn't believe it. He was worried about the quality. He read it word by word. Except for the messy handwriting, the sentences were smooth, one-shot and very coherent.

This was a pleasant surprise.

Tang Pingan took the manuscript to the library and asked the staff inside to help him make a copy. Then he took out a plastic folder, carefully collected the originals, and then sent the copies and the interview to Xie Wanying.

Tang Pingan walked on the green avenue of the school with his luggage.

The setting sun stretched his tall figure very long.

Yuan Hua also took his luggage and saw Tang Pingan and said, "Tang Pingan, what time is your train?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening, how about you?" Tang Pingan asked, turning to look at the class leader Yuan Hua.

"I'm here at 7:30. Let's have dinner together and go to the train station together." Yuen Wah said, "I wrote a poem. Can you help me take a look?"

Tang Ping An said, "Okay, let me take a look."

While the two were waiting for the food, Yuen Wah took out his notebook and handed it to Tang Ping An, saying, "Take a look at the last page."

"She, she has bright eyes, she has a considerate heart..." Tang Ping An savored it word by word, one by one.

Yuen Wah was excited. She drank alcohol yesterday, and her hands and feet were sore, but her brain was very clear. She created this poem in a few minutes.

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

"Yeah." Yuen Wah said, "It can be all great women, or all beautiful things..."

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

"Sure!" Yuen Wah nodded and personally copied a copy for Tang Ping An.

After reading it twice, Tang Ping An could recite it and remember it in his heart.

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

Yuen Wah's train was at 7:30. Tang Ping'an sent Yuan Wah to the train and waited for his train alone!

Tickets were checked, although people walked in the crowded crowd.

The night sky was not dark, but became somewhat clear under the reflection of the lights.

She was leaving.

She was heading north.

Him, heading south.

Tears finally flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He is not a fool.

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

Regardless of leaving, Tang Ping'an decided not to see He Tiantian in this life.

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

But cannot see.

I'm afraid that I still want to see you after seeing it, but in the end I can't control my emotions, destroying the friendship between teachers and students, and destroying the beauty!

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

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

But when I stand in front of you, you don’t know that I love you

The farthest distance in the world

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

But love to the point of obsession but can’t say I love you

The furthest distance in the world is not my inability to say I love you

But I miss you so much that my heart aches but I can only bury it deep in my heart

The furthest 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 into the sea

Having read this poem before, I just felt that Tagore was indeed a famous poet who could write such penetrating days.

But only when you have truly experienced the farthest distance in the world can you understand the sweetness, pain, struggle, and helplessness in this poem...

Tang Pingan raised his head, hoping that the tears in his eyes would evaporate.

He pleased her.

she does not know.

He couldn't say it, he could 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.