看着你向山的那边走去，却发现你从河的那边走来。望着你向河的那边走去，却又看到你从山的那边走来。汗水洒满了一条条羊肠小道，泥巴沾满了一件件蓝色税衣，风雨中你把装满税款的公文包攥得紧紧，阳光下你扬起笑脸哼起那首《人民税务员之歌》。不知你趟了多少次河，也不知你 As you walked to the other side of the mountain, you found you came over the other side of the river. Looked at you to the other side of the river, but saw you coming from the other side of the mountain. Sweat filled with a trail, mud covered with a piece of blue tax clothes, wind and rain, tax full of your briefcase clutched tightly in the sunshine, you raise a smile humming that head “People’s tax song of”. I do not know how many times you trip the river, I do not know you