#Industry ·2026-02-14
At 4 a.m., the last street lamp in the city went out, and I followed a truck full of used mobile phones to the "Green Loop" factory in the suburbs of Kunshan. The air was filled with a faint pine fragrance and metallic odor, like disassembling old memories into particles. What greeted us was a row of circuit board recycling equipment with milky-white casings — they stood silently like soldiers awaiting inspection, yet possessed the magic to transform the "electronic graveyard" into an "urban mine". The first crushing sound rang out, like spring thunder rolling across the roof. The double-shaft shredder at the intake port tore the entire motherboard into coin-sized fragments, while fiberglass and copper foil separated at the sawtooth blades. I reached out to pick up a shard. Its edges were sharp, yet as light as a cicada's wing, reminding me that even the most sophisticated technology must one day return to its physical origins. The fragments crawled up the conveyor belt into the negative-pressure sieve. The wind acted like an invisible sorter, blowing the lightweight resin powder to the left while the heavier copper granules fell into the right-side storage bin. Through the explosion-proof glass, I saw the copper granules take on a dark red hue, like an unpolished sunset. Operator Zhao said that 300 kilograms of copper could be extracted from a ton of waste boards, equivalent to saving 1,500 tons of mining ore. The numbers were cold, yet they made me hear the silence of mountains no longer blasted open. The real climax came in the low-temperature oxygen-depleted furnace. The fragments slowly heated up in the 400-degree drum. Solder melted first, like silver fish swimming toward the collection tank; then resin vaporized and ignited into clean gas, supplying 60% of the thermal energy for the entire production line. The flames were dim, yet they sealed pollution in pipes and returned energy to energy. At that moment, I understood that "recycling" isn't a slogan, but ensuring every calorie of heat finds its next host. Finally, the precious metals workshop fed the chips into the hydrometallurgical extraction tank. The pale-blue cyanide solution resembled a deep sea, slowly dissolving gold, palladium, and platinum. The real-time curve dancing on the screen was the heartbeat of these invisible metals. When the gold powder was restored to fluffy "gold cotton", I suddenly realized it was no longer a symbol of wealth, but Earth's self-transfusion through human hands. At sunrise, the truck switched to empty and prepared to head to the next "electronic graveyard". I looked back at the silent production line, which swallowed ten tons of waste overnight and spat out eight tons of reusable raw materials, with the remaining two tons solidified into non-toxic building materials. There was no roar, no black smoke — only electricity continuing its journey in the pipes, like completing a cycle. Some say recycling just moves trash elsewhere. But I believe that when circuit board recycling equipment becomes urban infrastructure as common as sewers and water pipes, we'll truly learn to coexist with technology. Let every beam of light that once illuminated screens ultimately return to new circuits; let every pleasure of upgrading no longer come at the cost of mountains and rivers. This is the gentlest romance of the electronic era.
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No. 15 Industrial Avenue, Industrial Park, Shicheng County, Jiangxi Province
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