Poem_A raindrop

In a noisy world, we move on —

always searching for a quiet place to land.

Joe Hisaishi’s The Rain is a gentle, timely shower.

Each note falls like a raindrop,

tapping softly on the window of the heart,

washing away weariness,

leaving behind a moment of stillness.

What accompanied is “A raindrop,”

a Chinese poem written by Dr. Cheng, one of our Starry Bridge advisors and parents —

a continuation of this quiet rain,

this listening,

this return inward.

在喧嚣的世界里奔走，总渴望寻得一方宁静角落。

久石让的《The Rain》，恰似一场温柔的及时雨，

悄然浸润心田。

当旋律响起，每一个音符都化作雨滴，

敲打着心灵的窗棂，带走疲惫与烦忧，

带来片刻的静谧与安宁。

沉浸在这音乐的雨中，让思绪随音符飘荡，

遇见内心深处的平和与柔软。

伴随音乐的，
是首关于一滴雨珠的诗，出自星愿桥项目顾问和家长。

我就是你 - 一滴雨珠

程翀

我，孕育于大海。

我，诞生于天空。

        是风，把我送向大地。

我，汇聚于大地。

我，成长于大地。

        是大地，构筑起我的经脉，让我在她的怀抱里奔涌。

我，寻访过高山；

我，依偎过碧野；

我，挑战过荒原。

我，赞叹高山巍巍；

我，滋润碧野丰沃；

我，赋于荒原生机。

我，依恋高山；

我，依恋碧野；

我，甚至还依恋荒原。

但你们都遮不住我东去的身影。

我肩负着生命的责任。

我要以最快的步履向大海奔去。

我要给大海带去大地的问候！

我要给世界增添生命与爱的色彩！

在回归大海的瞬间里，

我完成了使命，也终止了生命。

但我无怨无悔，因为我存在的历程已使我永生于天地！

那么多的“我”，

朋友们不禁要问：“那么，‘我’是谁？”

我亲爱的朋友们啊！ 

其实，我就在你们中间啊！

其实我就是你啊！

我亲爱的朋友们，

我就是你---一滴雨珠，

        一滴再平凡，再平凡不过的小小雨珠。

一九九七年十月末于纽约，谨以此表达对人生的领悟和对世人的期盼。

I Am You — A Raindrop

By Chong Cheng

I was conceived in the ocean.
I was born of the sky.
It was the wind
that carried me down to the earth.

I gathered upon the land.
I grew upon the land.
It was the earth
that shaped my veins
and let me surge within her embrace.

I have searched the mountains.
I have leaned into green fields.
I have challenged the barren plains.

I admired the majesty of the mountains.
I nourished the richness of the fields.
I breathed life into the wastelands.

I grew fond of the mountains.
I grew fond of the fields.
I even grew fond of the plains.

Yet none of you could stop my eastward journey.

I carry the responsibility of life.
I must rush toward the ocean with all my might.
I must bring the earth’s greetings back to the sea.
I must add colors of life and love to this world.

In the instant I return to the ocean,
my mission is fulfilled,
and my life comes to an end.

I have no regret—
for the course of my existence
has already made me eternal
between heaven and earth.

So many “I”s—
and friends begin to ask:
“Then who is this ‘I’?”

My dear friends,
I am right among you.
I am you.

My dear friends,
I am you—
a single raindrop,
an utterly ordinary,
humble raindrop.

Written in New York, late October 1997
as a reflection on life
and a hope offered to humanity.