我坚信,也希望自己是一颗野苹果,挂在枝头,自由生长。
我钟情于白色的小狗,喜欢海风里裹挟的阳光,留恋木质的纹路与留兰香薄荷的清息。我习惯在思绪的潮汐里流泪,也享受双腿蹬踩脚踏车时的破风感。
我希望我的创作能在这里留下痕迹,让生命的颤动化作某种可以缓缓释放的能量——正如多年前在那堂电脑课上,我第一次亲手构建起自己的网站。那时的内容早已模糊,但我知道,我一直在等待这一刻的重启。
如今,在内心情感与外部环境的交织下,我像是一只破窗而出的蝴蝶,在二三十米的高空任意振翅,却难寻一朵落脚的花。当你不再寻找现成的花朵,你就在这片数字荒原里种下了自己的果树。
我的大脑,便是一颗野苹果。 这世上或许并无真正定义下的“野苹果”,但我偏要说,野苹果是最大颗的,也是最自由的。
Imagine a crisp wild apple. It has a pale, untouched skin that reminds me of a white puppy—running against the wind, fluffy and untamed.
My mind drifts, following the vibration of life. I run alongside it, and it feels as if the life I seek is searching for me in return.
We are acquaintances, much like the emotions flowing through me. As its paws strike the road, I feel a sudden liberation. The wild puppy—truly free.
My mind is a wild apple.
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