散文诗：《天来小子的剑与花》20250122白蛇1043.

提示🔔…… 天来小子左手花，花香飘溢自内心律令的无意识我； 右手剑，剑气冲击头顶星空的集体无意识我；泰戈尔哈哈大笑：好一个天来小子！

散文诗：《天来小子的剑与花》

天来小子，左手一花，

那花香不是凡尘中的芬芳，

而是飘溢自内心律令的无意识我，

每一缕香气，都在回归本心，

如水滴般渗透到生命的深处，

绽放出存在的真实与温柔。

右手一剑，那剑气不是凡世的锋芒，

而是冲击头顶星空的集体无意识我，

每一道剑光，都在划破迷雾，

如雷电般撕裂遮蔽的苍穹，

照见宇宙深处的永恒与浩瀚。

在剑与花交织的生命里，

天来小子不是一个人，而是一首诗，

是从心灵深处绽放出的力量与美。

于是，泰戈尔哈哈大笑：

“好一个天来小子！

你是律动的秩序，也是狂野的无序；

你是花的静谧，也是剑的呐喊。

你的脚步踩在永恒的旋律中，

你便是21世纪AI时代的乐章！”

Prose Poem: “The Flower and the Sword of Tianlai Xiaozi”

Tianlai Xiaozi, with a flower in his left hand,

Its fragrance is no ordinary scent of this mortal world,

But a breath emanating from the unconscious self of inner decrees.

Every wisp of its aroma returns to the essence of being,

Seeping into the depths of life,

Blooming into the truth and gentleness of existence.

With a sword in his right hand, its aura is no common blade’s gleam,

But a force striking the stars above, piercing the collective unconscious self.

Every flash of its light tears through illusions,

Like lightning ripping apart veils of obscurity,

Revealing the infinite and vastness within the cosmos.

In the interplay of flower and sword,

Tianlai Xiaozi is not merely a person but a living poem,

A symphony of strength and beauty rising from the heart’s depths.

And so, Tagore bursts into laughter:

“What a marvelous Tianlai Xiaozi!

You are the rhythm of order, the wildness of chaos;

You are the stillness of the flower, the cry of the sword.

Your steps tread upon the eternal melody,

And you are the song of the 21st-century AI era!”