钞爵
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Bullish
"The Silent Cultivator"
In the tumult of the bustling market, the donkey has never raised its head to shine.
It carries the morning dew and starlight, its hoofprints deeply etched into every inch of land——
Rough ropes have worn against its shoulders, but in silence, it chews hope into fodder;
While others chase the winds of fortune, it lowers its head to tread firmly through the mud.
There are no whinnies seeking praise, only the sound of feed going down its throat,
Transforming "perseverance" into seedlings in the furrows, allowing "original intention" to blossom over the years.
The waves of the market ebb and flow, yet it remains that cultivator, bent over its own land,
Walking at the slowest pace, yet heading in the most solid direction. @CZ
In the tumult of the bustling market, the donkey has never raised its head to shine.
It carries the morning dew and starlight, its hoofprints deeply etched into every inch of land——
Rough ropes have worn against its shoulders, but in silence, it chews hope into fodder;
While others chase the winds of fortune, it lowers its head to tread firmly through the mud.
There are no whinnies seeking praise, only the sound of feed going down its throat,
Transforming "perseverance" into seedlings in the furrows, allowing "original intention" to blossom over the years.
The waves of the market ebb and flow, yet it remains that cultivator, bent over its own land,
Walking at the slowest pace, yet heading in the most solid direction. @CZ
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