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Day Fifty-Two · Dewdrops
At 6:30 in the morning, on the grass in the company garden, every leaf is topped with a dewdrop.
Small, round, and shiny. When there is wind, they sway gently but do not fall, as if playing a game with the leaves.
Crouching down to look, the sky is reflected in the dewdrops. A cloud just happens to drift by, gets captured in that tiny water droplet, then drifts away. Another cloud, then it drifts away again.
Suddenly I realize that dewdrops actually exist for a very short time.
Once the sun rises, they are gone.
The short ones may last only an hour or two, the longer o

Day Fifty-One · Listening to the Rain
It rained all day long.
Yesterday was light, tapping gently against the glass, like someone lightly scratching with their fingernails.
This morning it grew heavier, splashing loudly, the rain canopy on the balcony being hit with a loud noise.
By noon it became lighter again, drizzling softly, like telling a very long story.
I listened to it all day.
I remember I used to dislike rain the most.
Going out was troublesome, clothes wouldn't dry.
Whenever it rained, I would feel anxious, always worried about missing something, always wanting to open an app to ch

Day fifty · Halfway point
The mint on the windowsill has sprouted new leaves again.
I remember the first day I wrote these words, I casually pinched off a branch and placed it in water. At that time, I thought, if I can keep it alive for fifty days, it would mean that some things don’t need to be forced to survive.
Now it has truly grown roots—thin and white, floating in the water.
Day fifty. Halfway there.
Looking back at what I’ve written over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on an airplane, with the person next to me watching a movie, while I’m writing about the relationship

Day Forty-Nine
The magnolia flowers below the community building have bloomed.
Last month when I passed by, the branches were still bare, like ellipses stretching toward the sky. Nobody paid attention to them, not even birds wanted to linger.
The day before yesterday, I saw a hint of white, like the tip of a brush dipped in ink, gently dotting the branches.
Today, when I look again, more than half of the flowers have opened, with thick, fleshy petals swaying gently in the wind.
Only two weeks have passed.
Suddenly, I remember when I first entered the circle.
Watching others double their invest

Day 48
At 8 a.m., I turn on the computer.
Walking to the window, I happen to see that the sun is no longer glaring—like a cooked egg yolk, softly hanging on the horizon. The clouds are tinged orange-red, layer upon layer, like ocean waves, and also like cotton candy.
On weekends, most people in this city are resting at home.
I look at all this quietness.
99+ messages in my phone, 99+ discussions in group chats, 99+ fluctuations on the market software.
Afraid of missing something, afraid of falling behind, afraid that if I don’t watch the charts this second, they’ll skyrocket the ne

Day Forty-Seven
Ran out to the woods at dawn, perched on a tree branch watching. Dewdrops hit the leaves, slide down, then hit the next leaf below, layer by layer, like the staircase of time. The air smells of soil, damp and soft, unlike the dryness of an air-conditioned room.
I remember as a child, on rainy days my favorite thing to do was perch on the windowsill and watch the rain. I could watch for a whole morning without getting bored. But now? My first instinct is to check my phone—does the market affect the K-line? Which sector will be affected by concept speculation?
Suddenly I recalled

Day 46 · In the Blank Spaces, There is Scenery
I was reading a magazine and flipped to a page where an entire spread contained just one image: a sea, a boat, and the rest—all sky. The title was written in the corner: "In the blank spaces, there is scenery."
Suddenly, I realized this sentence was meant for crypto traders.
Our screens are too full.
Full of new prices every single minute, full of wanting to catch every tick, full of not daring to miss a single candle.
But life isn't like this.
Life needs blank space.
Those hours when you're not watching the charts—they're not wasted time, they're

Forty-Five Days · Minimize the K-line, Maximize Life
One year ago today, looking at the K-line charts of many small cryptocurrencies. Excitedly drawing two lines and writing a few notes, I thought I had found the secret to wealth.
Also a year ago, my friend and I were watching the sunset at a scenic spot, eating spicy hotpot together.
Suddenly, I can't remember what happened to those coins later. Did they go up? Did they fall? Did I sell? Did I hold? I completely forget.
But I still remember the color of that sunset. I still remember the laughter during that meal.
A designer friend once said t

Forty-Fourth Day
Every day, I habitually open my phone, watching the candlestick charts fluctuate like the contours of distant mountains. The coffee steams gently, and I look out the window at the sky—completely clear, accompanied by birdsong—realizing that this world, besides the red and green candles, has other sounds.
At this moment, I am thinking:
If I close my eyes and sit on a bird flying through the streets and alleys, sometimes jolting, sometimes feeling weightless, sometimes unable to see ahead. But when the bird spreads its wings freely upward, I see the grandeur and openness o

Forty-third Day ·
Reading the Analects, Confucius praises Yan Hui:
A bowl of rice, a ladle of water, living in a dilapidated alleyway.
Others would have been worried to death.
But Yan Hui? Still cheerful and happy.
Confucius added a line:
“This kind of happiness, most people don’t understand.”
Reading this, I fell silent again while looking at the candlestick chart.
Isn’t this the opposite of our crypto world?
Rising makes us happy, falling makes us worried.
In the crypto world, people can’t bear the worry.
Yesterday’s rise, happiness;
Today’s fall, sorrow;
Tomorrow’s sideways movement, anxiet

Forty-two days · Changing from three in the morning to four in the evening, and from four in the evening to three in the morning
Reading "Zhuangzi," there's a story about raising monkeys.
The monkey keeper distributes chestnuts to the monkeys, saying: "Three in the morning, four in the evening."
The monkeys get angry, baring their teeth and snarling.
The monkey keeper quickly changes his words: "Then four in the morning, three in the evening?"
The monkeys instantly become happy, rolling on the ground.
Zhuangzi wrote here, with a faint remark:
"The name and reality are not lost, and joy and ang

Day Forty-One · The Five-Stride Laugh at the Hundred-Stride, The Hundred-Stride Laugh at Liquidation
Reading Mencius, there's a classic scene.
King Hui of Liang said: "I govern the country with all my heart and effort. When there’s a disaster in Henei, I relocate the people to Hedong; when Hedong is affected, I shift grain supplies there. Look at neighboring countries—they don’t work as hard as I do. Yet, the people in neighboring countries haven’t decreased, and my people haven’t increased. Why is that?"
Mencius said: "Your Majesty likes to fight, so let’s use war as an analogy. When the war

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Dongpo was demoted to Huangzhou, too poor to afford meat, so he went to buy pork that locals didn't want.
He studied how to stew it, simmering slowly, using less water, and when the fire was just right, he found it delicious.
Eventually, he created Dongpo Pork, which has been passed down for a thousand years.
Yushu Coin follows this same philosophy.
While others are busy with "Moon Coins" and "Mars Coins," floating in the sky, and disappearing with a single dip,
It prefers to grow in the soil—taro, sweet potatoes, the most down

Forty days
Reading "Zhuangzi," there's a phrase called "Chef Ding butchering an ox."
Chef Ding kills an ox, and his knife has been used for nineteen years and still looks like new.
Others kill oxen, changing knives every month.
Why?
Chef Ding says: I follow the joints of the ox with my blade, moving effortlessly.
Others chop and hack hard, can their knives not get damaged?
It's the same with trading cryptocurrencies.
Some follow the trend, entering and exiting calmly, and after a few years, the principal is still there.
Some stubbornly fight the K-line, chasing rallies and selling in dips, cha

Day 39
Su Dongpo was exiled to Huangzhou, so poor he couldn't afford meat, and went to buy pork that locals didn't want.
"Huangzhou's good pork, cheap as dirt. The rich won't eat it, the poor don't know how to cook it."
He studied how to braise meat, slow fire, little water, when the heat was just right, it would be delicious.
Finally, he created Dongpo Pork, which has been famous for a thousand years.
It’s very much like us in the crypto world:
Chips nobody wants in a bear market, cheap as dirt;
Big players ignore them, newbies dare not buy;
We, so poor we only have faith left, secretly study

Day Thirty-Eight
Reading "The Scholars," Fan Jin went crazy after passing the imperial exam.
Thinking to himself, isn’t this just like us in the crypto world?
Before passing the exam: Poor scholar, looked down upon by everyone.
After passing: Property deeds, gold and silver treasures, all delivered to your door.
Very much like the crypto circle:
Before a hundredfold increase: You mention blockchain, others say pyramid scheme.
After a hundredfold increase: You fart, and people say it’s an alpha signal.
Fan Jin’s father-in-law often scolded and beat him, but after passing the exam, he immediatel

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Thirty-seventh Day
Last night flipping through a book, I read Li Bai's "A thousand gold coins spent and still come back,"
A tight feeling in my heart—this is what crypto people understand best.
Spending a thousand gold coins, has it really come back?
What Li Bai didn't tell you is: he has a strong family background, after spending it all, he can still ask his family for more.
After we spend it all, we dare not tell our families.
Then I read Du Fu's "How can I get a vast mansion with ten thousand rooms,"
Thinking that Old Du's vision was too small.
Crypto people want: How can I

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