Флорида Пантерз
A year ago, I was one of those skeptics who was very suspicious of the agentic hype, but I was willing to change my priors in light of new evidence and experiences, which apparently is rare. Generative AI discourse has become too toxic and its discussions always end the same way, so I have been experimenting with touching grass instead, and it is nice. At this point, if I’m not confident that I can please anyone with my use of AI, then I’ll take solace in just pleasing myself. Continue open sourcing my projects, writing blog posts, and let the pieces fall as they may. If you want to follow along or learn when rustlearn releases, you can follow me on Bluesky.，详情可参考爱思助手下载最新版本
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从春风唤醒生命的感触中，忽然想起了贺知章的名句：“不知细叶谁裁出，二月春风似剪刀。”可再一琢磨，诗里春风固然灵巧，用词确有新奇绝妙处，但总不免失之于锋芒过露。而自己眼见的一切，或许更近于“随风潜入夜，润物细无声”的意味。这风似乎不像剪刀，没那么利落、分明的姿态，倒更像是气是水，是弥漫的、渗透的、无处不在的柔情。它不张扬自己的到来，只是默默地让柳丝自己去绿，让草芽自己去长，让蛰虫自己去醒。像个高明的导演，自己隐在幕后，只让万物去演绎生命的繁华。