也许是诗人们吝啬自己的灵感,很少有赞美诗奉献给她;也许是爱的方舟驶不出积雪、泥泞和寒风,情人们似乎都不敢敞开心灵之窗接纳她。 然而,她却并没有因为这些而停止了自己往前迈动的脚步,她总是要来的,脚步很轻很轻,悄没声息地走向我们,走向孩童那一顶顶欢快跳跃的兔儿帽里,走进老人多少有点孤单有点寂寞的棉袄或大衣里,也走进我们——千千万万税务兵充满了情愫的怀抱中。 Perhaps the poets miserly their own inspiration, few hymns devoted to her; perhaps the love of the Ark can not drive the snow, muddy and cold, lovers seem to not open the window of the soul to accept her. However, she did not stop because of these steps to move forward, she is always coming, the pace is very light, quietly toward us, go to the top of the child that the cheerful jumping rabbit Caps, into the elderly a bit lonely a little lonely quilted jacket or coat, but also into us - thousands of tax conscripts full of love embrace.