Waiting for Flowers to Bloom on the Other Side (Teachers and Students)

When I was 17 years old, my second year of high school, our class Chinese teacher changed to another Chinese teacher because she was pregnant. She is very young and may have only been working for a short time. Therefore, unlike many experienced teachers, she will not criticize her with a cold face and seriousness when classroom discipline is not good. She will not even talk about what the future will be like. She will only say softly, "You are all smart children. A stupid person like me can get into college, and you can definitely do it too." Haha... There is no teacher who calls himself stupid. At that time, I didn't know if it was popular to wear red woolen clothes. She also followed the trend and wore a mid-length woolen shirt. Her hair was very long and she usually wore it in a low ponytail. I thought she was dressed like a bride~ I don't know since when, my eyes have always been following her unconsciously, watching the back of her writing on the blackboard in class, watching her lowering her head while correcting test papers during evening self-study, watching her and her colleagues walking and chatting in the cafeteria, watching her figure anywhere in sight. I looked forward to every Chinese class, fell in love with Chinese, fell in love with poetry and songs, and even determined to become a Chinese teacher, so that I could be colleagues with her, and maybe even friends. At that time, I didn't understand why I cared about someone so much, and I never thought about the possibility of liking her. I kept this emotion that I didn't know how to classify as my own secret. I never told anyone about it, and I didn't have any knowledge about sexual orientation. I rarely used the Internet. When did I vaguely understand it? It was the same evening self-study as usual in the second semester of senior high school. There were scattered stars in the sky and the moonlight was bright. She must have come over to study with her in the evening after taking a bath. Her hair, which was usually tied up in a ponytail, was let down. She was sitting on the podium, quietly correcting papers carefully. The moonlight shone through the front door, and a piece of moonlight happened to shine on her body. I looked up at the moonlight where the moonlight could not reach, and at that moment I thought she was so beautiful! Later I heard that she was getting married. That night I did not go home with my companions. I cried alone on the road for a long time. When I graduated, I plucked up the courage and encouraged several classmates to ask her to write a class record. She wrote like this: In the eyes of the teacher, you are a smart and spiritual child. There are many possibilities in life. Experience and pursue. I wish you a bright future! I asked for her WeChat account from another classmate, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not add her as a friend. I thought she might or might not know about my unexpressed feelings. A few years ago, when classmates got together, I pretended to mention her casually. I saw a photo of her and her husband and children in the park from that classmate's circle of friends. She still looked the same, with long hair tied into a low ponytail and wearing glasses similar to before. She seemed to be living a peaceful and happy life. I am 26 years old. I did not become a Chinese teacher but a doctor. I heard her say that she has been afraid of going to the doctor since she was a child, and I thought that if, if we met in the hospital... Over the years, I have met all kinds of people, and there have been people who admired it, but I have only ever seriously snowed in my heart, and it stayed forever in the moonlight that night when I was 18 years old.

There are a lot of things I want to say here... Less than seven years ago, I became obsessed with reading teacher-student lily novels, and this was the first one I read. The author's writing style is delicate and gentle, describing not only the love between students and teachers, but also many teachers' original lives, responsibilities and families. This is different from many novels I have read since. In many novels, a teacher's life is unhappy at the beginning, and this is not good and that is not good, but in reality this is often not the case. Because maybe there is no need for so many gorgeous twists and turns, it may just be that the life of the teacher in this article is a bit boring, and the appearance of students just fills this point. No one did anything wrong. The plot in the novel is already very tortuous, but reality is often more tortuous and uncomfortable. An Manru's jealousy and pain, petty scheming, youthful and ignorant entanglement, teacher's sometimes indulgence, and finally the lover finally gets married. Maybe it shouldn't be based on the moral high ground of some people, but can anyone really make a better choice? Who only lives once in this life, why can't people who love each other be together? There will always be people who say that divorce like this is too unfair to the husband and the children, but I want to ask, if you don't like someone so much, if you already like someone else, can this family really still exist happily? No one will be happy. In this case, divorce is the best option. The ending of this article is the best ending for people who love each other. Maybe not to Mu Zehui, but, in fact, even if they don't get divorced, Mu Zehui won't be really happy. Loving someone for a lifetime does not have so many morals and is not that difficult.

An An and Teacher Lin will live forever!

There are a lot of things I want to say here... Less than seven years ago, I became obsessed with reading teacher-student lily novels, and this was the first one I read. The author's writing style is delicate and gentle, describing not only the love between students and teachers, but also many teachers' original lives, responsibilities and families. This is different from many novels I have read since. In many novels, a teacher's life is unhappy at the beginning, and this is not good and that is not good, but in reality this is often not the case. Because maybe there is no need for so many gorgeous twists and turns, it may just be that the life of the teacher in this article is a bit boring, and the appearance of students just fills this point. No one did anything wrong. The plot in the novel is already very tortuous, but reality is often more tortuous and uncomfortable. An Manru's jealousy and pain, petty scheming, youthful and ignorant entanglement, teacher's sometimes indulgence, and finally the lover finally gets married. Maybe it shouldn't be based on the moral high ground of some people, but can anyone really make a better choice? Who only lives once in this life, why can't people who love each other be together? There will always be people who say that divorce like this is too unfair to the husband and the children, but I want to ask, if you don't like someone so much, if you already like someone else, can this family really still exist happily? No one will be happy. In this case, divorce is the best option. The ending of this article is the best ending for people who love each other. Maybe not to Mu Zehui, but, in fact, even if they don't get divorced, Mu Zehui won't be really happy. Loving someone for a lifetime does not have so many morals and is not that difficult.

Suddenly I thought, did Ye Zhao hint at another ending if An Manru didn't persist?

I'm late, I can't see the cars [holding my chin]

After reading "The Other Shore Waits for Flowers to Bloom", I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I wanted to record many of my thoughts. The first time I met her was in the admissions office. The hall was very noisy with people coming and going, and her calm and calm look stood out in the noisy environment. Just a short consultation left a mark on my heart. Later, I plucked up the courage and prepared gifts for her several times. During that time, I was in great confusion, and for a time I mistook this admiration for love. On weekdays, I always feel at a loss when we meet her by chance. When we meet her for health checks, I always lower my head subconsciously and deliberately avoid her sight. Looking back now, all the times I was dodging and feeling awkward were actually all visible to her. Countless nights, I slowly cleared my mind: I only have the respect and admiration for her that a junior has for a teacher. There is an uncrossable identity boundary between us that must never be crossed. I kept confirming with myself that this emotion was just admiration from the bottom of my heart. I have a boyfriend, and I can distinguish between admiration and love in love. There is a clear boundary between teachers and students, and I cannot allow my emotions to spread unchecked. Cherish the right distance at the moment, keep your distance, and don't disturb each other. I think this is the best ending. She is not my teacher, and I am still on my way to study. Don't force results, let's just follow the rhythm and get along slowly

I, too, can't understand it at all. But I've never played Werewolf. I've only read some in other articles. I really can't understand it here.

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