再次来到这块圣地，已是十八年后的阳春三月。 三月的天空，深邃而又高运。已释精神枷锁的我虽肩负重建农业中学的重任，但心中仍敞亮得如同那阳春三月的天空。 年虽未过半百，但岁月的风霜已染白了双鬓，且十八年前的那轻快的步伐，也已久滞成了沉甸甸的挪动。唯感欣慰的是， Once again came to this holy land, is eighteen years of spring March. March sky, deep and high luck. Although I have shouldered the responsibility of rebuilding agricultural secondary schools, I have been relieved of spiritual shackles, but I still feel as bright as the spring sky of March. Although not over half a year, but the years of wind and frost have been dyed double 鬓, and eighteen years ago that brisk pace, has also become a stagnation for a long time a heavy move. Only gratified is that,