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Drizzle on the Mountains
by Ou, Wen Wei
Drizzle on the mountains,
Drizzle on the mountains—
De-de, da-da,
Da-da, de-de,
De-de, da-da—coming down,
Lightly landing on my face,
Quietly seeping into the ground.
I hear the birds singing,
I sense the flower’s joy;
In my heart, I feel so happy.
Drizzle on the mountains,
Drizzle on the mountains—
De-de, da-da,
De-de, da-da,
De-de, da-da—coming down,
Ye! Coming down—
De-da, de-da,
De-da, de-da—
How sincerely,
How diligently,
Letting everything receive
nourishment,
Letting life possess nature’s love:
This is the drizzle’s gift;
This is the drizzle’s yearning.
Drizzle on the mountains,
Drizzle on the mountains—
De-de, da-da,
De-de, da-da,
De-de, da-da—coming down,
Lightly landing on my face,
Quietly seeping into the ground:
This is the drizzle’s contribution.
And more: understanding the lovely
rain
In my heart, I feel so happy.
Drizzle on the mountains,
Drizzle on the mountains—
De-de, da-da,
\ De-de, da-da,
De-de, da-da—coming down,
Ye! Coming down—
De-da, de-da,
De-da,
de-da—
How sincerely,
How diligently,
Letting everything grow strong,
Letting life possess eternal love.
This is the drizzle’s hope;
This is the drizzle’s yearning.
And it is my yearning too.
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