圣洛朗的眼泪(37)

My hair is flying in the wind,
The rain of the night gallops along the scalp.
I run after the lightning and listen to the thunder,
The thunders call out my name and my resume.
A long life flies by like the wind,
The long history at the moment suddenly is highlighted.
Countless people with surnames have been traced in my cerebral cortex like the tree ring,
Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties are sitting in front of their desks; while Tang, song and Yuan Dynasties are competing in martial arts,
The floods were everywhere, and Dayu"s footprints were all over the world,
Toppling, expeditions, over the years,
Swords, guns, swords and halberds made the sky dark.
Bloodshed records are written in the chronicles of events.
The crown on my head is covered with overlapping dynasties,
Losers are always in the wrong, so the king"s flag is changed often at the head of the city.
From the forest of hair come the roars of tigers and wolves,
Birds " twitter and fragrance of flowers flit through the hair tips.