Huang Mei and two other male English teachers came in. The three of them talked about interesting things in the class and laughed. Huang Mei was always carefree. She turned her head and saw Ye Yuting there. She didn't notice the sad expression on her face. She walked over and shouted, "Yuting, let's go out for lunch at noon. I like a piece of clothing and need your help."
The yellow plum blossoms were getting closer and closer. The crisp footsteps that usually sounded clear now sounded like life-threatening drumbeats, beating on Ye Yuting's heart again and again, as if to crush all her future.
Wen Liang also heard Huang Mei's voice. When the door opened just now, his attention was on Ye Yuting, and he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with the posture in front of him. When he reacted, Huang Mei was almost at the desk, and it was too late to stand up.
But there was nothing he could do at the moment. He gritted his teeth and was about to stand up and pretend to pick up something. As for whether these people would believe him or not, he had to wait and see.
"Teacher Ye, are you okay? You don't look well..."
A male teacher's voice came over. Ye Yuting had a beautiful face, elegant temperament, and was single. It was also said that she seemed to have some relationship with the school's top management. I don't know how many male teachers were drooling over her. Fortunately, this time was not as open as in later times. Most people only dared to go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night to fantasize. A few bold ones had also initiated pursuit, but were rejected without exception.
The male teacher who was speaking was one of them. After being rejected, he said a lot of bad things about Ye Yuting with a sour tone, saying that she was nothing special and pretended to be serious. She might have an affair with some school leader. However, Ye Yuting was kind to others and had a good relationship with people in No. 1 Middle School, so few people believed him.
This was also one of the reasons why Ye Yuting subconsciously wanted to hide Wen Liang. Given the character of that male teacher, he could make a big fuss about something that didn't happen, not to mention this situation. In Ye Yuting's subconscious mind, she might have felt a little guilty.
"Nothing, maybe I didn't get enough rest last night. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Shan."
Ye Yuting suppressed her pounding heart and gave Teacher Shan a cold shoulder. Huang Mei saw that Teacher Shan was still trying to join in the conversation, and knowing all his bad stories, she quickly changed the subject and said, "Yuting, I also think you look weird, do you have a cold?"
Ye Yuting's delicate face looked a little pale, and she covered her face and said, "Maybe, I do feel a little dizzy."
"Since there are no classes in the morning, you might as well go to my dormitory to have a rest. Team Leader Feng, I'll ask for leave for you." Huang Mei had just graduated and was assigned to No. 1 Middle School. She was still in the internship period. Her home was not in Qingzhou, so she lived in the school's single teacher dormitory.
Ye Yuting shook her head. How could she dare to leave? If she didn't leave, everything would be exposed. She said, "It's okay, Huang Mei. Don't you have classes in the first two periods? Why don't you go?"
"I changed classes with the Chinese teacher. Since you're not feeling well, I'll stay with you."
"Um… "
Huang Mei leaned over the table and reached out to touch her forehead: "Ah, why is it so hot? Sister Yuting, you have to go to the infirmary to check, don't let it be a fever."
"No, just drink some boiled water. Huang Mei, can you get me some water?"
Huang Mei was very nervous and was completely unaware of what was happening. She just agreed, picked up the glass of water from the table and ran out.
Teacher Shan did not stay opposite as Ye Yuting expected, but walked around the table and seemed to be going to her side.
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Is it a gift
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I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,
To finally deliver me into his hands.
People blame me for not paying attention to others; I also know that their blame is justified.
The market is over, the busy people have finished their work. Those who did not respond to my calls have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love,
Finally I was handed over to him.
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The clouds are gathering, the darkness is deepening. Oh, love, why do you leave me waiting outside the door
During the busiest hours of the day, I am with you all, but during these dark and lonely days, I only look forward to you.
If you don't let me meet you, if you completely abandon me, I really don't know how I will get through this long rainy day.
I kept gazing at the distant gloomy sky, and my heart was wandering and lamenting along with the restless wind.
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If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.
I will wait quietly, like a sleepless night under the stars, with my head bowed in patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and your voice will pierce the sky and flow from the golden spring.
Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.
In full bloom.
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On the day when the lotus blossomed, alas, I was unconsciously wandering in my heart. My flower basket was empty, and I didn't care about the flowers.
pay attention.
From time to time, a feeling of melancholy came to attack me. I woke up from my dreams and smelled a strange fragrance in the south wind.
This confusing warmth makes me long for it so much that my heart aches. I feel like it is the breath of summer's longing, seeking perfection.
I didn't know then that it was so close to me, and that it was mine, that this perfect warmth was still in my own heart.
Deeply open.
twenty one
I must paddle out in my boat. All the time is wasted on the shore - miserable me!
Spring left after the flowers bloomed. Now the fallen petals are everywhere, but I am still waiting and lingering.
The sound of the tide grew louder, and yellow leaves fluttered down on the shady beach along the river bank.
What emptiness you are staring at! Don’t you feel a burst of surprise floating from the sky along with the distant singing on the other side of the river
Are you coming
twenty two
In the thick shadow of July's rain, you walked with secret steps, as quiet as night, avoiding all watchers.
Today, I close my eyes in the early morning, ignoring the howling east wind that keeps calling out, a thick veil covers my ever-awake eyes.
Blue sky.
The forests are silent with songs, and every household is shut up. In this cold and lonely street, you are a lonely pedestrian. Oh, my only friend,
My dearest, the door of my home is open—do not pass by it like a dream.
twenty three
Are you still out on a love trip on this stormy night, my friend
The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I have not slept tonight. I keep opening the door and looking into the darkness, my friend!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you're going!
It is from the dark riverbank, from the distant sad woods, through the dark and winding paths, you grope
Come to me, my friend
twenty four
If the day is over and the birds have stopped singing, if the wind has grown tired of blowing, then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness.
Come, just as you wrap the earth in the coverlet of sleep at dusk and gently close the petals of the water lilies.
The traveler has not yet reached his destination, his bag of provisions is empty, his clothes are torn and stained, and he is exhausted. You have relieved his shyness and
Embarrassment made his life awaken like a flower under the merciful night.
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In this sleepy night, let me submit myself to sleep and place my trust in you.
Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory week for you.
It is you who draw the veil of night over the weary eyes of the day, so that these eyes are renewed in the fresh joy of awakening.
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He came and sat by my side, and I did not wake. What a hateful sleep, alas, wretched me!
He came in the stillness of the night, with a harp in his hand, and my dreams resonated with his music.
Oh, why do I waste every night like this? Oh, his breath touches my sleep, why can't I see
Meet him
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Light, where is the light? Light it with the burning fire of desire!
The lamp is here, but there is no flame,—is this your fate, my heart!
You might as well die!
Sorrow knocks at your door, and she brings word that your Lord is awake, and he calls you to his rendezvous with love in the darkness of the night.
The sky was covered with clouds and the rain kept falling. I didn't know what was stirring in my heart - I didn't understand its meaning.
significance.
A flash of lightning cast a deeper darkness on my sight, and my heart groped for the music of that night.
The path I call. (To be continued)