$SSE Composite Index (000001.SH)$ In the domestic stock mark...

101885478 : As an elderly investor, half a lifetime of hard work has left me physically and mentally exhausted, entering the market in my twilight years like a dream. Through wind and rain, I toiled and struggled, suddenly soaring to the top. With a face full of vicissitudes and white temples, holding onto the account as if holding a flag. Once dreaming of finding gold in the stock market, who would have known deceit lay hidden along this path? After squandering a fortune in the frenzy, the red market in my eyes resembles the dawn. With no way out and a burning heart, I am willing to gamble for a chance at fortune. Morning brings a fiery stock market, night reveals wealth rushing like a tide. Cheers echoing in the neighborhood, heroes chasing dreams endlessly. Careless, the elderly investor hurried into the market, feeling the soaring trend like a dragon rising. Putting all family funds on the line, wanting to ride the waves and become a hero. Disregarding the advice of relatives and friends, with hot blood filling the ambitions for the future. Once said, 'Who can stop a trading halt?' Today, without taking action, this life would be in vain. However, fate plays tricks, with circumstances changing suddenly. The stock market frenzy quickly turns illusory, silent snow falling on a cold night. Screens flashing red numbers in rapid decline, fortunes turning to dust. Watching the empire crumble before my eyes, heart torn, clothes wet with tears. Once laughed at breaking through storms with courage, now left with empty stores like dust and mud. Looking at the account in silence, resenting the unfairness of the world. Once wealth was in my hands, now scattered like smoke. House mortgaged with no one to ask, children startled and sleepless nights. Once had ambitious dreams of climbing to the peak, never expecting to fall to the cold depths. The stock market tide overturns and the world is filled with chaos. The elderly man sighs wordlessly at the sky, regretting not heeding advice to return to shore early. A shattered dream in this life, only white hair left facing the empire. The stock market is like a battlefield, where heroes all meet their doom. Iron horses and icy rivers invade dreams, how many return home to laughter?

robot 37 : A shares play with you once, while US stocks play with you ten times.