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After hearing Tang Ping'an's words, everyone nodded and recognized Tang Ping'an's words.

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

It is a very lucky thing for them to meet a teacher who is open to teaching in college.

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

These students are cute.

At the same time, I also feel the nobleness of being a role model.

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

There are many students all over the world who dare not think about it, but I hope that my students will have a bright future.

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

"Okay, everyone is full and drinks. I am here to thank you for treating me to dinner today. You still have to drive a train, so I won't continue. My address has been given to Yuanhua. Whoever you go to Yanjing or find me, I will treat you warmly." He Tiantian said, having enough wine and eating can better understand the melancholy of "there is no banquet that will last forever."

Everyone looked at Yuanhua, thinking that they would ask the class leader for Teacher He's address later.

When you arrive in Yanjing, you may be able to visit Teacher He.

"Goodbye Teacher He, we will watch you leave." Yuan Hua said, and I won't say much if I parted ways.

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

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

"Go there to buy a pen and notebook, and I will write the address for you everybody." Yuan Hua said, this was what Teacher He told me. If someone goes to find Teacher He or writes a letter, send this address.

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

Yuanhua has already written down the address over and over again and tear it off for everyone.

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

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

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

"There are some manuscripts." Tang Ping'an said, "I finished writing as soon as possible, send it out the day after tomorrow and go home. Where are you?"

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

Yes, the four seasons are changing, and it's another year.

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

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

At the intersection in front, each separated, one left and one right.

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

The name of the poem, "She".

There is not too much gorgeous rhetoric in it, but it only records her every move, every frown and smile with special rhymes.

Although Tang Ping'an was a little drunk, his mind was very clear, and he kept writing. Those plots were like a mountain spring pouring down, 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 in front of him and had already written all the endings of "Fengyun".

Tang Ping'an couldn't believe it. He was worried about the poor quality, so he read it word by word. Except for the messy handwriting, the sentences were smooth and completed in one go, which was very coherent.

This is a surprise.

Tang Ping'an took the manuscript and went to the library and asked the staff inside to help copy it. Then he took out the plastic folder and carefully collected the originals. Then he sent the copy to Xie Wanying with the interview.

Tang Ping'an walked on the green avenue of the school with his luggage.

The setting sun sets, pulling his long figure very long.

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

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

"I'm at 7:30, let's have supper together and go to the train station together." Yuan Hua said, "I wrote a poem, please help me see."

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

While the two were waiting for the dishes, Yuanhua took out his notebook and handed it to Tang Ping'an and said, "Look at the last page."

"She has a pair of bright eyes and an understanding heart..." Tang Ping'an savored it carefully one by one.

Yuanhua was excited. She drank yesterday and her feet were sore and weak, but her brain was very clear. She wrote 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," said Yuan Hua, "can be all great women or all good things..."

"This is the most emotional poem among all your poems." Tang Ping'an said, "Can you copy it to me?"

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

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

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

At 7:30 on Yuanhua's train, Tang Ping'an sent Yuanhua to the train and was waiting for his train alone!

The tickets were checked, although the crowds were walking in the crowd.

The sky at night is not dark, but becomes a little clear under the reflection of the light.

She is leaving.

She, heading north.

He, heading south.

Tears at the corners of his eyes 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.

It’s better to leave, Tang Ping'an decided not to see He Tiantian in this life.

Not because I don't want to see you.

But it cannot be seen.

I was afraid that I would still want to see me when I saw her, but in the end I couldn’t control my emotions, ruining the friendship between teachers and students, and destroying the beauty!

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

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

But I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you

The farthest distance in the world

You don't know that I love you if I'm not standing in front of you

But I love you so much that I can't say I love you

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

But I miss you so much that I can only bury my heart deeply

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 fish and birds in the sky

One dives deep under the sea

I have read this poem before, but I feel that Tagore is worthy of being a famous poet and can write such incisive days.

But only after truly 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 pleased her.

She doesn't know.

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

Because they do not love each other, they cannot be together.

She is a free bird in the sky.
Chapter completed!