The bell rang and the first class was finally over!
Wen Liang sneaked into the classroom during the break. Ji Su rested his chin on his hands, staring at the treetops outside the window with his bright eyes. The once lush and leafy sycamore tree was shaved bald by the cold north wind, and the branches were like the skinny hands of an old man, stretching weakly towards the vast sky. Ji Su didn't know what he was thinking of, and his eyelashes lightly blinked, and faint thoughts rolled up in his eyes like flowing waves.
"The beauty rolls up the pearl curtain, sits deep in thought with her eyebrows furrowed. But I see her wet tears, who does she hate?"
Wen Liang waved his hand in front of her mischievously. Ji Su exclaimed, with a look of surprise that made people tremble: "You are not skipping class today? I thought... I thought..."
Wen Liang smiled slightly and said, "Student Ji Su, even though we are familiar with each other, I will still sue you for defamation if you say anything nonsense."
Ji Su smiled and nodded, "Okay, I was the one who talked nonsense. You never skip class."
"... Well, actually, I think that a person should stick to his or her own opinions and dare to fight against hostile forces..."
Ji Su smiled without saying anything, just quietly watching Wen Liang doing weird things there, as if this intoxicating tenderness had never changed since time immemorial.
I once stood opposite you and almost passed you by. At that time, like many girls, I was looking forward to a happy future.
Now I am standing behind you, and sometimes I can only quietly gaze at your back, but as long as my memories include your smile, I know that the future will be filled with happiness.
Ren Yi, who was sitting in the back, couldn't stand it anymore and said to Meng Ke with a wry smile: "See, it's hard to be a human being, it's hard to be a woman, it's hard to be gentle and forgiving... cough..."
He almost let the cat out of the bag, so he slammed the table to make amends, and angrily said, "Brother Wen, isn't it bad to bully a girl like this?"
Meng Ke agreed with a sweet smile: "That's right! You've been the one to say everything. It seems that my Su Su is always wrong? Wen Liang, she hasn't even married yet..."
Ji Su blushed and pinched Meng Ke's mouth. Ren Yi first winked at Wen Liang, indicating that he had no choice but to do so. He said, "Meng Ke is right. If I am bullied by you now, what will happen to me in the future?"
Wen Liang bowed his hands to admit his fault. Meng Ke grabbed Ji Su's hand and smiled sideways, saying, "As the mother's family, we have to help Ji Su vent her anger. How about this, seeing that your attitude is not bad, you can treat us to a good meal on the second floor of the cafeteria at noon and I will let you go!"
Wen Liang readily agreed, but Ji Su complained: "Okay, you sold me out for a meal. I don't want such a family."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, little girl, this elbow is twisted too quickly..."
After another round of playing, the bell rang, and the myopic old man who taught mathematics came in, holding on to the wall. The four of them sat upright and began to listen. However, Ji Su and Meng Ke were serious and engaged. Ren Yi listened for a while and secretly opened a martial arts book. Wen Liang ignored the math class and opened his notebook to continue writing the business plan for Qinghe Soy Milk. Ji Su's curiosity was aroused in the middle of the class, and he asked him what this was. Wen Liang said vaguely that he was helping Li Shengli with some development planning. Even so, Ji Su's big eyes flashed for a long time.
At noon, they booked a private room on the second floor. Halfway through the meal, Xu Yao and Ning Xiaoning pushed the door open. This was the first time they met after returning from the autumn outing. Wen Liang was about to invite them to eat together, but Xu Yao waved her hand and said with a smile, "Have a good meal, I have a dinner party next door," and then turned and left. Before Ning Xiaoning left, she glanced at Wen Liang, with a questioning look in her eyes. Wen Liang knew what she meant, and it was obvious that she wanted him to quickly sort out the plan and hand it over to Ning Xi for review, so he nodded gently.
Dinner party? You, a little girl, are having dinner parties now
Wen Liang rubbed his forehead, considering whether to go over and take a peek. He turned around and saw Ji Su smiling indifferently, and sighed secretly in his heart.
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!
) (To be continued)