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Everyone nodded in agreement with Tang Ping'an's words.
"Yes, it's our Teacher He." Everyone laughed. "We will always remember Teacher He's teachings."
They were very lucky to have a teacher who was open-minded in his teaching at the university.
He Tiantian was deeply moved when she heard these words outside the door.
These students are adorable.
At the same time, I also felt the nobility of being a teacher.
Although she only taught this class for one year, it was He Tiantian's most dedicated year.
I don't dare to dream of having students all over the world, but I hope that all my students will have a bright future.
Once inside, everyone drank some wine, sang some songs, and the atmosphere became lively.
"Alright, everyone's eaten and drunk your fill. I want to thank you all for treating me to dinner today. You all have to catch your trains, so I'll stop here. I've already given my address to Yuanhua. If any of you are going to Yanjing, just come find me, and I'll treat you all to a warm welcome," He Tiantian said. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she could better appreciate the melancholy that "all good things must come to an end."
Everyone looked at Yuanhua, thinking that they would definitely ask the class monitor for Teacher He's address later.
Once we arrive in Yanjing, perhaps we can visit Teacher He.
"Goodbye, Teacher He. We'll watch you go," Yuan Hua said, not saying much more in farewell.
"Okay." Teacher He smiled, her eyes a little sore, pushed her bicycle, and disappeared at the street corner.
Everyone watched Teacher He leave, and then asked Yuan Hua, "Class monitor, what's the teacher's address?"
“Go over there and buy a pen and a notebook. I’ll write down the address for each of you,” Yuanhua said. This was what Teacher He had instructed. If anyone wanted to visit Teacher He or write a letter, they should send it to this address.
Liu Hua ran fast and bought notebooks and pens.
Yuan Hua had memorized that address, writing it down again and again and tearing it off for everyone.
After receiving Teacher He's address, everyone dispersed and returned to school. Most of them took their luggage and prepared to go to the train station to catch their trains.
In the end, only Yuan Hua and Tang Ping An remained.
"Tang Ping'an, why aren't you leaving?" Yuan Hua asked curiously. Tang Ping'an's hometown was far away, and he used to go home immediately as soon as he had a holiday.
"I still have some manuscript to write," Tang Ping'an said. "I'll finish it as soon as possible, mail 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 sentimental. "In the blink of an eye, a year has passed."
Yes, the seasons change, and another year has passed.
Tang Ping'an stared blankly at the green trees lining the school's main avenue, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Yuan Hua remained silent, and the two walked quietly through the campus.
They split up at the next intersection, one on the left and one on the right.
Yuan Hua returned to his dormitory, immediately took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote a poem.
The poem is titled "She".
There are no fancy words in it, but it uses special rhymes to record her every move, every smile.
Although Tang Ping'an was slightly drunk, his mind was very clear. He wrote with great speed and fluency, and the storylines flowed like a mountain spring, never ceasing.
It was late at night when Tang Ping'an, exhausted, fell asleep on the table.
When Tang Ping'an woke up the next morning, he looked at the thick stack of manuscript paper in front of him and realized that he had already written the entire ending of "Storm Riders".
Tang Ping'an couldn't believe it. Worried about the quality, he read it aloud word by word. Apart from the messy handwriting, the sentences were smooth, coherent, and read in one go.
This was an unexpected surprise.
Tang Ping'an took the original manuscript to the library and asked the staff to make a copy. Afterward, he took out a plastic folder, carefully collected the original, and then sent the copy and the interview to Xie Wanying.
Tang Ping'an carried his luggage and walked along the tree-lined avenue of the school.
As the sun set, it cast a long shadow over his tall figure.
Yuan Hua, who was also carrying luggage, saw Tang Ping'an and asked, "Tang Ping'an, what time is your train?"
"It's eight o'clock in the evening, what about you?" Tang Ping'an asked, turning to look at class monitor Yuan Hua.
“I’m at 7:30. Let’s have dinner together and go to the train station together,” Yuan Hua said. “I’ve written a poem. Can you take a look at it for me?”
Tang Ping'an said, "Okay, let me see."
While the two were waiting for their food, Yuan Hua took out his notebook and handed it to Tang Ping'an, saying, "Take a look at the last page."
“She has bright eyes, she has a kind and understanding heart…” Tang Ping’an savored each word carefully.
Yuan Hua was excited. She had been drinking yesterday, and her hands and feet were sore, but her mind was very clear. She wrote this poem in just a few minutes.
After a long pause, Tang Ping'an nodded and said, "Very good! Did you write it based on Teacher He?"
"Mmm," Yuan Hua said, "It can be any great woman, or any beautiful thing..."
“This is the most emotional poem of all your poems,” Tang Ping’an said. “Could I copy it?”
“Sure!” Yuan Hua nodded and personally copied a copy for Tang Ping’an.
Tang Ping'an read it twice and was able to recite it from memory.
After dinner, the two went to the train station together.
At 7:30, Tang Ping'an saw Yuan Hua, the class monitor, off onto the train, and then waited alone for his train!
Tickets were being checked, and people were moving through the crowded streets.
The night sky wasn't dark; instead, it appeared somewhat clear and bright under the lights.
She is leaving.
She headed north.
He headed south.
Tears finally streamed down my face.
He's not stupid.
Although he didn't want to admit it before, he understood his own heart when he was alone, through that poem.
Leaving is fine; Tang Ping'an decided he would never see He Tiantian again in this lifetime.
It's not because I don't want to see them.
Rather, they cannot meet.
They were afraid of seeing each other but still wanted to see each other. In the end, they couldn't control their emotions, ruined the teacher-student friendship, and destroyed that beautiful bond!
At that moment, Tang Ping'an recalled the poem "The Furthest Distance in the World" by the Indian poet Tagore.
The greatest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death.
It's not that I'm standing right in front of you, but that you don't know I love you.
The farthest distance in the world
It's not that you don't know I love you even though I'm standing right in front of you.
It's about loving someone to the point of obsession but being unable to say "I love you".
The greatest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you.
Instead, I miss you terribly, yet 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 greatest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird—one in the sky.
One, however, dives deep into the sea.
I had read this poem before and thought that Tagore was indeed a famous poet, able to write such insightful words.
Only those who have truly experienced the greatest distance in the world can understand the sweetness, pain, struggle, and helplessness contained in this poem...
Tang Ping'an raised his head, hoping the tears in his eyes would evaporate.
He was in love with her.
She didn't know.
He couldn't say it; he could only keep it buried in his heart.
Because they don't love each other, they can't be together.
She is a free bird in the sky.
He was just a humble little fish in the water, destined not to be with her.
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