I bow down in a blue skirt, and I am wrapped in red brocade, why should I be disgusted
I wish to be the collar of the clothes, and inherit the remaining fragrance of the Chinese head
I wish to be a belt around your skirt, to bind your slender body
Wen Liang stared at Ye Yuting blankly, not knowing what to do. But keeping silent was not a solution. From the sound, the break had already ended, and the other teachers might be back soon. If he was caught on the spot, it would be a big trouble. It would be better to apologize first, and then find a way to comfort her. Ye Yuting was a smart person, and she would not let this matter make them strangers.
Before she could finish her words, Ye Yuting had already stood up, lowered her head and turned her back to Wen Liang, with her hands on the table, as if she had used up all her strength to stand firmly, and whispered, "Go!"
Wen Liang wanted to say a few words of comfort. After all, it was not a good idea to just leave like this. Ye Yuting pleaded a little, saying, "Wen Liang, you go first."
Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, and finally left silently. She couldn't listen to anything said in this situation, so she decided to find a chance to have a good talk after school.
In fact, Wen Liang had already vaguely noticed that Ye Yuting seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally distancing themselves from each other in recent days, but at this moment, he clearly felt that if he didn't handle it well this time, it would not be as easy as last time, and he might lose Ye Yuting.
Putting aside the dirty thoughts that all men have, he liked Ye Yuting more as his teacher and friend. If he lost her because of his sudden lust today, Wen Liang would never forgive himself.
As soon as he walked out of the office, he saw Huang Mei walking towards him while humming a song and eating rice crust. Wen Liang secretly said that he was lucky, but he was not in the mood to chat with her today, so he ignored her and prepared to pass by.
"Hey, are your eyes on your butt? Can't you see there's a living person here?"
Huang Mei grabbed Wen Liang's arm, her eyes widened, and the freckles on her face were cute. Wen Liang took the opportunity to bow and said seriously: "Hello, Teacher Huang, long live Teacher Huang!"
Huang Mei was startled and jumped two steps away as if she had stepped on dog shit. Then she looked at Wen Liang's back with doubt and murmured, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
However, she threw her carefree nature behind her in an instant, pushed open the office door, and shouted, "Yuting, the principal rarely holds a meeting, and you dare not attend? I admire you so much, my idol!"
When he returned to the classroom, Ji Su and the others had not returned yet. Thinking of what had just happened, Wen Liang felt a little upset for a rare time. He took out the English version of "In Search of Excellence" from the drawer and was about to flip through it to calm himself down when Ji Su walked in from outside the classroom.
As soon as he sat down, she glanced at the book in his hand and whispered, "You haven't finished reading it yet?"
"I haven't had time to watch it recently," Wen Liang shrugged and said helplessly, "I don't know what he's busy with every day..."
It was rare to hear Wen Liang complain in such a tone. Ji Su turned his head, stared at his face carefully, and asked softly, "Is there any trouble?"
Wen Liangxiao was surprised and was amazed at Ji Su's sharpness. He said, "No, it's just that it hasn't rained for such a long time that I feel stuffy."
Ji Su was actually very curious about Wen Liang's career outside, but since Wen Liang didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask deliberately, and naturally wouldn't expose his trick of changing the subject. She smiled lightly and said, "It seems that the forecast for tomorrow is rainy... It doesn't matter. The book is always here. When I have some free time, or when I remember it, I can take it out and read it. It feels good."
If books are like this, how can people be any better
Ji Su never concealed her affection for Wen Liang. After her confession was rejected, she still stood silently beside her lover as always, never regretting or leaving.
Wen Liang sighed slightly and changed the subject again, saying, "By the way, do you want to participate in the national physics competition that Teacher Ye mentioned in class?"
"My physics grades are so poor, how can I be qualified to participate in such a competition? What about you, do you want to go?"
Wen Liang laughed and said, "I heard that there will be centralized training, so I won't go through that pain."
As a provincial and municipal key high school, No. 1 High School naturally has numerous top physics students, so it is not difficult to pick out a few. However, in order to cope with the high level of the competition, the school also requires participating students to attend special training after school every day. All contestants gather together for a two-hour class, and they also have to take extra meals on Saturdays and Sundays.
It was so inhumane that apart from academic masters like Ji Xiaoling and Cheng Haijun, only those who succumbed to the teacher's tyranny would be willing to participate. Wen Liang was certainly not one of these two types of people, so he just listened to it and didn't take it to heart.
But in the afternoon, the physics teacher finally confirmed the list and found Wen Liang's name. Uncle Wen raised his hand and said, "Teacher Yang, is there a mistake? I didn't sign up?"
Teacher Yang has a nickname, "Head-shaking Sheep". He has a strand of long black hair (note that it is a strand, not a head). This strand of hair goes around his bald forehead from his left ear, and then ties a knot at his right ear and wraps around his head. In other words, with Teacher Yang's Baihui acupoint as the center line, the front part of his head is actually barren, and it all depends on this strand of hair, which may have grown wildly due to fertilizer, to maintain its appearance.
If it were just that, it wouldn't matter, as everyone will encounter hair problems when they reach middle age. But Teacher Yang has a hobby. Every time he gets excited while giving a lecture, and his long hair happens to fall down unruly, he will hold his hair with his hands and throw it hard behind his head, which is extremely annoying.
Once during a class, Teacher Yang's old habit came back. He shook his hair and head back at the same time, but he forgot about the TV cabinet hanging in the air in the corner behind him. His temples collided with the corner of the cabinet with immeasurable acceleration.
What's the result
The iron cabinet actually cracked, and Teacher Yang's head was only swollen for a week, which was a complete victory. From then on, the name "Yang Shaking Head" became known to everyone in No. 1 Middle School.
"Didn't sign up?"
Teacher Yang's long flowing hair fell on his nose with a click. He sneered and didn't even bother to move his hands. He shook his head and his hair fell back to the back of his head. "I know you didn't sign up, but Principal Zhang specifically told us at the meeting that the top physics student in each class must participate. Wen Liang, although I have seen you less than my hair since the start of the school year, you have to understand that with your abilities come responsibilities!"
Uncle Wen was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. He didn't even dare to fart and sat down in a dusty state.
(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. (To be continued)