The cryptocurrency world cannot have both a Maybach and an Alpha airdrop at the same time.

You drive back home in a Mercedes,

An uncle invites you to sit at the center of the dinner table.

Your cousin knows you don’t eat scallions and ginger,

Moutai is served straight from the original box, the chicken is freshly bled, and the fish is wild and fragrant.

Villagers raise their glasses and steal glances at your subtle expressions,

Asking you to help arrange a job for your cousin.

Your cousin smiles and mistakenly walks into the wrong room,

Saying we are all family, don’t be nervous.

Your older cousin quietly closes the doors and windows,

Your nephew’s studies are solid, and your cousin’s job is going well.

You’re proud and arrogant, leading the villagers in a frenzy for Alpha,

The cryptocurrency dream is hot, vowing to turn things around and become the king.

ZKJ crashes, KOGE bleeds to death,

Over a hundred villagers are trading, their capital turning into frost.

Your uncle raises a stick, making you kneel in the center of the ancestral hall,

Your cousin pinches a piece of ginger, her gaze as cold as frost.

The currency fell last night, the dream shattered this morning,

Villagers empty their pockets, the red envelopes left with only coins.

Late at night, the ancestral hall is cold, tears stream down your face,

Looking at the broken computer, the cryptocurrency world is in a panic.

You grab your luggage and leave your hometown,

Your bag only contains work clothes.

Your uncle tells you to go to the construction site to carry cement walls,

Your cousin sneers and asks why you don’t tend sheep.

At the dinner table, a box of beer is opened,

The big fish and meat are the farthest from you.

The cryptocurrency world is cold, the villagers' eyes are red,

At this moment, you understand that retail investors have the lightest fate.

Only by being grounded and no longer dreaming wildly,

The lessons from the cryptocurrency world are profound, farming is the most peaceful.