The Sweetness of the Seventies

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After hearing Tang Pingan's words, everyone nodded in recognition of Tang Pingan's words.

"Yes, that is our Teacher He." Everyone laughed, "We will always remember Teacher He's teachings to us."

They are very lucky to have a teacher who teaches openly in college.

He Tiantian was really moved when she 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 has only led this class for one year, it was the most serious year for He Tiantian.

There are many students in the world who 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 has eaten and drank enough. I am here to thank you all for inviting me to dinner today. You still have to catch the bus, so I won't continue. My address has been given to Yuanhua. Who of you is going to Yanjing? Come to me and I will treat you warmly," He Tiantian said, feeling full of wine and food, and feeling the melancholy of "there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever".

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

When you get to Yanjing, maybe you can visit Teacher He.

"Goodbye, Mr. He, we will watch you go." Yuan Hua said, saying no more words of farewell.

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

Everyone watched Teacher He leave, and everyone asked Yuan Hua: "Monitor, where is the teacher's address?"

"Go over there and buy a pen and a notebook. I'll write down the address for each of you." Yuan Hua said. This is what Teacher He has given. If anyone goes to see Teacher He or writes a letter, they should send it to this address.

Liu Hua ran quickly and bought a notebook and pen.

Yuanhua had already learned the address by heart, writing it down over and over again, tearing it up and giving it to everyone.

Everyone took Teacher He's address and then dispersed back to school. Most people took their luggage and prepared to go to the train station to catch the train.

In the end, only Yuanhua and Tang Pingan were left.

"Tang Pingan, why don't you leave?" Yuanhua asked curiously. Tang Pingan's hometown is far away. In the past, he would go home immediately as soon as he had a holiday.

"I still have some manuscripts." Tang Ping'an said, "Write 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." Yuan Hua said, feeling in his heart, "In the blink of an eye, one year has passed."

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

Tang Ping'an looked at the green trees beside the school's tree-lined avenue in confusion, his eyes a little confused.

Yuanhua didn't say anything, and the two of them walked silently on campus.

At the intersection ahead, we separate, one to the left and one to the right.

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

The name of the poem is "She".

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

Although Tang Ping'an was slightly drunk, his mind was very clear, and he wrote non-stop. The plots of the story were like a mountain spring pouring down and 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 had actually written out the entire ending of "Wind and Cloud".

Tang Ping'an couldn't believe it, worried that the quality was not good, so he read it word for word. Except for the slightly messy handwriting, the sentences were smooth, coherent and very coherent.

This is an unexpected surprise.

Tang Ping'an took the original manuscript 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 photocopy to Xie Wanying together with the interview.

Tang Ping'an took his luggage and walked on the school's tree-lined avenue.

The setting sun stretched his tall figure very long.

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

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

"I'm here at half past seven. 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, she has a considerate mind..." Tang Pingan carefully savored each sentence word by word.

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

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

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

"This is the most emotional of all your poems." Tang Pingan said, "Can you copy it to me?"

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

After Tang Ping'an read it twice, he was able to recite it and keep it in mind.

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

Yuanhua's train was at 7:30. Tang Ping'an saw Yuanhua's squad leader on the train and was waiting for his train alone again!

Tickets were checked, although the flow of people was walking in the crowded crowd.

The sky at night is not dark, but becomes somewhat bright under the reflection of the lights.

She is leaving.

She, 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, but 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.