我从岵山的晨雾中来,我从丹江的烟雨中来,我从五台岭那茂密的森林中来……晨雾打湿了我的帽子,桃花挂满了我的制服,那青青的小草,沾满了我光光的脚丫。这就是我———一位山村小税官,一手提着破了的鞋子,一手提着收来提税款,脸是凉的,手是凉的,脚是凉的,惟有那颗火热的心,映着? I come from the morning fog of the mountain, I come from the misty rain of Danjiang River, I come from the dense forests of Wutai Ling ...... The morning fog damp my hat, peach covered my uniform, that Green grass, covered with my bare feet. This is me --- a mountain village small tax official, hand with a broken shoes, hand raised to mention to raise taxes, face is cool, hands are cool, feet are cool, only that fiery Heart, reflected?