The rumor mill in the circle is buzzing—confidence is soaring, with the wind gathering strength and talk running wild.
The long-trapped winter bear has been stuck through the passing years in silence; all eyes of the crowd now hope for a thriving market.
The scorching heat stirs the heart, making it seem like you can’t help but move; everyone crowds toward profit, jostling onto the stage.
What a pity I missed the chance to ride the “green cloud” upward—watching from across the bank only leaves me silently wounded.
I only wish for you all: rise with full granaries, and when morning comes after sleep, wake to find everything overflowing with fragrant gold.
Don’t let chaotic noise cloud your mind—stay calm and hold fast to the original capital, discerning the long from the short.
And may your wealth path be full of good fortune; may a long, steady breeze carry blessings to the road ahead 🧧