回忆是一壶茶,一壶用情感的沸水冲沏的浓茶:翻滚、起伏,然后冷却、沉静,像起起落落、欣喜狂悲的人生,终归于“万物看开,得矢随缘”的平淡美……安静地坐在那间会议室里,一起聆听老前辈为我们讲述那些年他走过的青春与岁月。而我们,作为聆听者,似乎也一起跟着回到了那个年代!在老前辈与农药的那些往事里,虽然我们未曾亲身经历,但我们依然为之而感动! Memories are a pot of tea, a pot of tea brewing with the emotional boiling water: rolling, ups and downs, and then cool, quiet, like ups and downs, happy sad life, after all, "The plainness of the United States ... ... quietly sitting in the conference room, listening to the older generation together to tell us about those years he traveled youth and years. And we, as listeners, seem to have come back to that era together! In those old veterans and pesticide past events, we are still touched by the fact that we have not personally experienced it!