Suddenly, I Remember The Rain In North Mountain Area Poem by Haiqing Hua

Suddenly, I remember the rain in north mountain area
Oliver Hua, Dec.,17th,2018

Suddenly, I remember the rain in north mountain area
Remember the continuous stretch rise of those mountains
The old men tottering on the twisting mountain road
They have experienced their life facing barren soil on those mountains

It is always such winter months full of cloud
Though, the sunshine is still so tenacious and stubborn
It penetrates the cloud layers, and emits the radiation of bright lights

It is this kind of sunshine
Even in such winter months full of cloud
It can still paint the sky with bold and unrestrained color
With her tenacious and stubborn free spirit

There is only one degree Celsius between
The temperature in Down Town Toronto
And the the temperature in Pearson Airport
However, the driving distance is between one city and another

The distance between me and the north mountain area
Has been blocked by thousands mountains and waters
Even though, the difference in temperature is insignificant
The distance between on heart and another is so close
The temperature is the same

It is a continuous fine rain in the North American winter month
It also has a wet air just like the river south of my home country
The river south of my home country with rainy season comes any time
The continuous fine rain in my memory, it pours

There is rain in Toronto winter months
It is the news continuously broadcasting in the radio
All the news is just the news from my home country
The news from my home country just like this fine rain
It penetrates into my heart in depth

Now, there is full of different languages and voices around myself
However, no matter what kind of language, what kind of voice
No matter what kind of road this car drive me through
I can always remember the days that rain in my north mountain area

This kind of rain pours in my heart, tells me it rains in my north mountain area


忽然想起北部山区有雨
华海庆，2018年12月17日于多伦多

忽然想起北部山区有雨
想起北部连绵起伏的山峦
盘山道上蹒跚而行的老者
面朝黄土，满脸沧桑

总是阴云密布的冬月
阳光依然顽强
穿越云层，放射出灿烂的光芒

这样的阳光
即便是在阴云密布的冬月
也能够以顽强而自由的精神
为天空涂抹出多彩奔放的颜色

多伦多城市中心的气温
与皮尔逊机场的气温
相差仅仅一摄氏度
车程却是一个城市和另外一个城市的距离

北部山区与我的距离
已经阻隔了千山万水
但是温度相差无几
心与心之间的距离如此相近
温度相同

细雨绵绵的北美冬月
空气潮湿得像故国江南
雨季随时可以来临的江南故乡
记忆中的绵绵细雨，如注

多伦多的冬月有雨
电台不停地播报的新闻
每一条新闻都像是故乡的消息
故乡的消息如同细雨一般
穿越时空注入我的心田

现在我的周围充满了不同的语言、不同的声音
但是无论是什么声音什么语言
无论这部车子将我载入什么样的道路
总能够让我想起北部山区有雨的日子

心雨入注，我的北部山区有雨