1985年1月18日。海关,连通澳门和大陆的拱北海关。人流熙攘,从澳门入境的同胞和国际友人摩肩接踵,络绎不绝。蓦地,人流的画面中闪现出这样一个人:一米八○的个头,大眼睛,浓眉毛,脸色黑红,举止机警,颇有风度。他低着头,快步地走着。“你的通行证是什么时间办的?”武警战士问。“是……上个月办的。” January 18, 1985 Customs, connecting the Gongbei Customs in Macao and the mainland. Bustling people, immigrants from Macao compatriots and international friends one after another, in an endless stream. Alas, the flow of people flashed a picture of such a person: one meter eighty tall, big eyes, thick eyebrows, his face black and red, behave alert, quite graceful. He bowed his head and walked fast. “What time is your pass?” Armed police asked. “Yes ... it was done last month.”