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101885478 : As an old investor, half a lifetime of hard work has exhausted both body and mind, entering the market in old age seems like a dream. Through wind and rain, persevering in hard work, suddenly soaring to new heights.
Face full of vicissitudes, temples white, holding the account like holding a flag. Once dreaming of finding gold in the stock market, little did I know deception lurked on this path.
After losing all the riches in the frenzy, eyes filled with red market like the morning glow. With no way back, heart burning, willing to take a risk and seize the opportunity.

The morning hears the stock market is like a raging fire, at night wealth seems to surge like a tide. Cheers resound, heroes chasing dreams endlessly. The old man enters hastily, seeing the rising trend like a dragon soaring in his heart. Betting the whole family's funds, wanting to ride the waves and be a hero. Friends and family's dissuasion falls on deaf ears, with hot blood rushing towards the future. Once saying no one can stop the limit up, today refusing to fight would be a wasted life.

However, the heavens play tricks, changes in the blink of an eye. Stock market frenzy turns into illusion instantly, silent snow falls on a cold night. Screen turns blood red as numbers plummet, wealth turning into mud. Seeing mountains and rivers become shadows, heart torn apart as tears wet the clothes. Once laughed at breaking through the storms, now the warehouse is empty like dust and mud. Looking at the account speechless, filled with resentment towards heaven and earth.

Once wealth was in hand, now scattered like ashes. Home pawnshop with no inquiries, children shocked, sleepless nights. Once had lofty aspirations reaching the peak, never expected to fall to the bottom of the valley. Stock market overturns like a tide, feathers scattered all over the world. The old man looks up to the sky in silence, regretting not listening and returning early. Dreams shattered in life, only white hair facing the mountains.

The stock market is like a battlefield, heroes all perish. Iron horses and icy rivers enter dreams, how many return home with laughter?

Aloner 101885478 : I am inferior

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