<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片:作者摄于硅谷小镇</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">红陶墙下,蓝花楹的碎影在游荡,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">咖啡香漫过键盘,在午后的街角徜徉;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">无人驾驶的流光,正轻吻斑驳的砖墙,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而服务器的细语,在旧阁楼里安放。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">百年橡树年轮,刻录着迭代的版本,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">新漆的谷歌班车驶过青藤缠绕的门。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数据溪流蜿蜒,把鹅卵石耐心浸润,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">而每个门牌号码,都通向虚拟的清晨。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">橱窗展示着芯片,如星辰缀满夜幕,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">流浪艺人用代码,即兴演奏出赋格;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">天使翅膀的投影掠过咖啡馆的桌布,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">创业者的行囊里,是永不熄灭的火。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">穿连帽衫的精灵穿行在童话的街巷,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们的指尖储藏着未诞生的曙光;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">旧书店的童话书突然翻动起翅膀,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">讲述着云端城堡与泥土里的远方。</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这街巷的流转是永在更新的镜像,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">既盛放硅的晶莹,也供奉根的慈祥。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">当夕照漫过服务器群冷却的峰岗,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">整座城便轻轻浮起,成为光的行囊——</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来所有出发都是为了重返生长,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">重返蓝花楹的荫下那童话的土壤;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">重返天使翅膀拂过春藤的院墙;</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">重返最初光尘,那未曾书写的明亮。</span></p>