In the autumn of the Year of the Earth Snake, with light clouds and gentle winds, I occasionally ascend to the realm of Binance, witnessing the Alpha airdrops flourish over a hundred periods. Like-minded individuals resonate in emotion or song, akin to grass and trees responding to the seasons, all full of vitality. Reflecting on the past and cherishing the present, my heart swells with emotions, thus I take up my brush to narrate this story, to express my heartfelt feelings.
I recall when I first knocked on the door of digital realms, it felt like gazing into the depths to observe fish. Many say, 'Code is insubstantial, unlike gold and silver which are tangible,' and I too followed the trend, viewing it as distant mountains shrouded in fog, hesitant to venture lightly. Upon hearing about the Alpha airdrops, I initially thought it a mere profit-making scheme, dismissing it indifferently. Later, seeing friends speak of its allure, saying, 'This is not a path to accumulate wealth, but a window to observe the tides,' my heart was slightly stirred. I cautiously opened my wallet, finding the interface simple yet profound, with clear guidance that was not overly verbose, like entering a winding path that gradually reveals a thoroughfare. A light touch at my fingertips felt like touching a new sky; at first, I was apprehensive, fearing I might lose my way, yet for every doubt or stagnation, there would be subtle words guiding me, like finding light in a dark room, or meeting a woodsman when lost. Having completed the first period, I look back at my journey, realizing that the world of numbers is neither empty nor illusory, but has discernible connections and bridges to cross.
As time flows, a hundred periods pass in an instant. From the budding of spring to the stillness of winter, Alpha remains as ever, with each period arriving as scheduled, never a moment late. In the morning light, I catch a glimpse of news of the new period, like hearing the first call of morning birds; in the twilight, I leisurely review past periods, as if watching the setting sun spread its hues. There is no need to remember a specific day or time, nor to recall a particular event or emotion; I simply feel this companionship, like clothing with a collar or a house with beams, ordinary yet indispensable. Initially viewed as 'novel,' it gradually feels like 'common practice' — numbers and rice can boil together; code and human emotions can naturally reflect and shine.
I have felt the wonders of the digital economy, not in its speed, but in its connectivity. In the past, people relied on boats and vehicles to connect the known and unknown, while today, we connect the four seas with code, and the principle is the same. Alpha serves as a bridge, and wallets are like boats, carrying people across the river of numbers, regardless of wealth or age, treating all with sincerity.
Acting without flaunting skills or chasing hollow sounds, I seek only 'stability' and 'convenience': the elderly can follow the map to find their way, and the young can enter by following the trails, like artisans crafting tools, seeking utility rather than extravagance. Observing the situation, I do not rely on achievements to be proud, nor do I dismiss others' words; upon hearing mistakes, I amend, and upon seeing goodness, I follow, like a gentleman treating others with broad-mindedness while being strict with oneself. Such conduct aligns with the ancient 'Way': benefiting all without contention, dwelling in the desires of the masses, thus able to endure.
Having been with this journey for a long time, I gradually understand that the digital tide is indeed a mirror of the world. In the mirror, one can see the weight of trust — platforms are built on trust, users return with trust, as the Doctrine of the Mean states, 'Sincerity is the beginning and the end of things'; in the mirror, one can also see the value of connection — strangers come to know each other through numbers, and because of this knowledge, they assist one another, reminiscent of the Book of Songs, which sings, 'Virtuous words are flawless'; furthermore, in the mirror, one can see the progress of the times — from shells to paper currency, from paper currency to digital, though their forms differ, their essence of 'communication' and 'trust' remains the same, like rivers flowing across the land, never ceasing day or night, though they may change course, they do not lose direction.
Now that a hundred periods have arrived, thinking of what I feel, I am deeply grateful. I thank the tide of the times, rushing forward, bringing numbers, and opening new realms for the world; I thank the platform for its diligence, silently cultivating, building thoroughfares in the digital realm with sincerity; I further thank my fellow travelers, filling the gaps in the code with warmth, warming the coldness of numbers with enthusiasm, turning cold characters into passionate words.
A hundred periods is not the endpoint, but rather the beginning of a new journey. The road ahead is long, the digital tide may expand even further, and the Alpha boat may sail even farther. There is no need to ask where we will arrive, nor to worry about the storms ahead; we only need to hold onto this sincere heart, accompanying each other, like ancient scholars carrying their books on distant journeys, not seeking a swift arrival, but hoping that all paths are smooth and all sights are scenic.
The wind rises again, brushing over the words of a hundred periods, like caressing the ink on an ancient scroll. I thus set down my pen and smile, knowing that this record is not for leaving a name, but for expressing feelings, merging numbers with life, and sharing trust and progress with the times. #BinanceAlpha Hundred-Written Competition