又到中秋月圆、禾黄稻熟时。几天前,我与一起进农调队的同事言及,到农调队都快二十年了,时间过的真快呀,二十年弹指一挥间。二十年前我们踏出校门,风华正茂,神采飞扬;二十年后的今天,我们已稳重成熟,而华发却悄悄飞上鬓角。当我翻开尘封的日记,细细“品尝”字里行间记录的故事, Mid-Autumn Moon again, Wo yellow rice cooked. A couple of days ago, I remarked with my colleagues in the farming team that it was almost 20 years since the transfer team arrived. Twenty years ago we stepped out of the school gate, flourishing and looked forward to success. Twenty years later, we have grown steadily and Huafa has quietly flown at the temples. When I open the dusty diary, thin “tasting” recorded in the lines between the lines of the story,