Looking at this K-line, it carries all my memories in the crypto world. Every rise and fall, every turn, is etched in my heart like a knife carving, the stories of those crucial moments still vivid in my mind.

On December 18, 2017, Bitcoin peaked and then immediately plummeted. In that turbulent market whirlpool, I was fortunate to meet the person who would later become my mentor. Calm and collected, with deep and determined eyes, he quietly said: 'This current rebound is, in fact, the final ultimatum under the scythe of death, the only opportunity to escape, and what follows will be a more brutal storm of decline.' My mentor's words were like a bright lamp, lighting up the direction on my naive journey in the crypto world.

On May 5 the following year, the EOS craze faded, leaving a chaotic beach after the tide receded. The leek group was filled with desperate wails, as if everyone was in the apocalypse, starting to deceive themselves with various reasons to comfort each other. Holding the plummeting coins, I watched everything coldly, silently vowing never to lose myself in adversity like them and become a victim of the market.

On December 15, 2018, Beijing was shrouded in heavy smog, much like the crypto world at that time, plunged into endless darkness and silence. Bitcoin prices plummeted, dropping to rock bottom, project teams vanished without a trace, funding chains broke, and the entire industry seemed to be paused, everything came to a standstill. At that moment, my brother suddenly experienced severe spinal nerve pain. I was anxious, tears swirling in my eyes, hurriedly taking him to the hospital. In that dim corridor, I felt unprecedented confusion and helplessness, as if I were a lone boat in a vast sea, unable to find the direction to move forward.

Time flowed, around March 22, 2019, several industry bigwigs shouted together to buy the dip, their voices like a horn before dawn, breaking the long-standing silence. 'What doesn’t kill you makes you rise from the ashes stronger.' I silently recited in my heart, and the flame of hope reignited in my eyes, ready to welcome the dawn that was about to come.

However, fate seems to love to play tricks on people. On May 1, 2019, the group was in jubilation, celebrating the rise in Bitcoin prices. But due to a misjudgment, I was cunningly washed out by the market makers, and my long positions instantly turned to nothing. Regret and unwillingness intertwined in my heart, but I told myself this was just a temporary setback; only by working harder could I survive in this cruel market. At that moment, a friend generously helped me, giving me 1,000 USDT. This meager yet precious fund became my only hope for a comeback.

On October 24, 2019, I was in Hainan, the sun was shining but couldn't match the excitement in my heart. The leader standing at the peak of the industry voiced strong support for blockchain, and the news exploded like a bomb on CCTV headlines. The next day, at a friend's wedding, I witnessed a big bullish candle rocket up. In the blink of an eye, the groom gently lifted the bride's red veil, happiness and hope filled the air, as if also casting a layer of auspicious light on the future of the crypto world.

On March 12, 2020, I was enjoying the warmth of hot pot at home, unaware that the crypto world was undergoing a bloodbath. It was the most brutal day, countless experts lost everything overnight, their chips vanished. I stared blankly as my Bitcoin holdings went to zero, feeling a mix of emotions, time seemed to freeze at that moment.

In September 2020, the DeFi summer wave swept in, and the UNI airdrop brought surprises. At that time, I had just entered the workforce, and the product manager excitedly grabbed my hand, eyes sparkling with excitement: 'Never thought that in this virtual world of crypto, a project I've never met could grant me tens of thousands of wealth out of nowhere. This is the unique charm of the crypto world, full of infinite possibilities and surprises.'

On May 19, 2021, an exhilarating game of chance began. Mingpai led several big names to short Bitcoin, enduring tremendous market pressure, every minute felt like walking on thin ice. Finally, after steadfastly holding on, the short was successful. After the banquet, a friend mentioned buying the dip, and with my keen intuition, I advised, 'Wait a bit longer.' Just as the words fell, at the moment the car door closed, the DeFi market experienced a chain liquidation, and the price plummeted by 40% in a second. Friends who successfully avoided the disaster were overjoyed, eagerly transferring thanks to me. I sat slumped by the flower bed, my thoughts drifting back to the despair of March 12, unable to help but smile at the cycle and tricks of fate, all captured in that smile.

On December 11, 2022, I embarked on my first trading class journey. At the last class, a well-known VC suddenly threw out a sharp question: 'Is it the bottom yet?' I pondered briefly and confidently gave the answer: 'Almost at the bottom, this is the time to enter, don’t miss the opportunity.' As I turned, my gaze fell on the SOL price chart on the blackboard. Subsequently, we accurately bought the dip on Bitcoin at $15,800, and Solana was also acquired at a low of less than $9.

In mid-March 2023, while enjoying a vacation in Hainan with my family, my mentor called mentioning ORDI. In just a few words, I perceived the immense potential contained within, undoubtedly a replica and elevation of the RSK narrative. Without hesitation, I immediately called my close friend, speaking urgently and firmly: 'Quickly study ORDI, don’t miss this chance, make sure to buy!' It was only later I realized, I was the only one responding to my mentor’s call that day, while everyone else missed the opportunity.

On June 9, the storm of fate suddenly struck. My parents were in a car accident, and I was anxious, the dual fatigue of body and spirit nearly crushed me, having not slept for several days. On the 14th, Bitcoin prices plummeted sharply, limited partners of the fund were like ants on a hot pot, phone calls ringing off the hook. I sat on a cold bench outside the operating room, forcing myself to endure the anxiety and unease, carefully studying the research reports. Fortunately, the profitability of the ORDI project arrived like timely rain, solving the urgent need for my father's surgical expenses, like a ray of light in the darkness, giving me strength and comfort.

On November 21, the proposal scene of a friend was romantic and warm. I gazed at the gentle sunset rays spilling over the church's peak, feeling a thousand emotions in my heart. Time passes like a fleeting horse, vanishing in an instant. In my thoughts, the layout of the new bull market slowly unfolded in my mind. That night, many friends were passionately consulting me about the mysteries and opportunities of the inscription market.

On January 11, 2024, the Bitcoin ETF was approved, like a spring thunder, shaking the entire crypto world. The long-silent veterans in the group bubbled up to celebrate. Those once despised as 'shitty coin traders' had now transformed into pioneers leading the trend of the times. In the past, when my mother introduced my profession, she showed embarrassment, and I self-deprecatingly called myself a 'shitty coin trader.' The bittersweet experiences, only I understood. Now, when I mention my profession outside, everyone looks at me with admiration, eager to add me on WeChat to seek guidance.

On March 11, Bitcoin broke through the $70,000 mark in the Binance spot market, reaching a new historical high. A brand new era, like a magnificent sunrise, was about to burst forth. Welcome to the world of blockchain, this land teeming with hope and dreams, where my soul resides and for which I strive tirelessly.

I have a bright pearl in my heart,
Long bound by the shackles of the world.
Today, the dust has settled, and the brilliance blooms,
Radiant light illuminates thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!