日月如梭。转眼间,我们的人民海关已经诞生45周年了。 45个春秋里,人民海关几度风雨,几度曲折,再度辉煌。使我这个对海关事业有深厚情愫的“老海关”每念及此,感慨良多 1949年的春天,对苦难深重的中国来说是一个特殊的季节:广袤的中国大地,北方枯草发芽,老树吐叶,大地复苏,春意盎然;南方则刀光剑影,炮火连天,硝 The moon and the moon are like shuttles. In an instant, our People’s Customs has been 45 years old. In the spring and autumn of the 45th, the People’s Customs experienced several storms, twists and turns, and once again brilliant. I have been deeply puzzled by this “old customs house” that has deep feelings for the customs business. In the spring of 1949, it was a special season for the suffering China: the vast land of China, the northern withered, and the old The tree spit leaves, the earth recovers, and the spring is full; in the south, swords and shadows, artillery fire, and salt