Last Mid-Autumn Festival, I knew nothing about cryptocurrencies. On October 19, half a month later, my friend kept talking about an Alpha airdrop, so I signed up on Binance. This is my first Mid-Autumn Festival in crypto.
For my first deposit, not many people picked that time. A week earlier, the market had just gone through a $19 billion liquidation. A few days before that, BNB surged to a new high of $1,357. My friend laughed: “It’s either bag-holding or buying the dip.” I said neither—I was here to brush Alpha and claim the airdrop. My first BNB was only $5. After the high, it pulled back more than 40%. By standard metrics, it was a failed investment, but that year was when my understanding grew the fastest.
I really came to my senses the first time I transferred BNB to an on-chain wallet. Before the transfer, my palms were sweaty and I copied the address three times. After confirming, I stared at the browser for a long time: turns out the money didn’t have to sit in the hands of any company—it just lay there on a globally verifiable chain. That’s when I understood what Gas is: the electricity fee on-chain. I used BSC because it’s cheap; each transaction cost about $0.01, and $5 was enough for me to explore for a few months.
I tried contracts with a small position too. I’d make enough for a delivery or two and then run. Later, I saw people in the group get wiped out to zero, others get run through by needles and stop-lossed, and even when I joined small-position meetings I’d be absent-minded. I understood: what contracts test isn’t your eyesight—it’s how quickly you recognize mistakes and your ability to manage emotions. Someone like me who loses 50 yuan and obsess over it for a week—if I touched contracts, I’d basically be donating liquidity. Treat the entry as a warning zone and stay away. This isn’t cowardice; it’s self-awareness.
I kept “scraping yield” for almost a year: brush for 10 minutes before bed, a 15-day cycle, and deduct 15 points to claim once. The threshold went from 70 points to over 230. Slippage and getting “clipped” are normal. I only scraped pools with good liquidity—don’t get greedy for speed. I kept a diary with more than 300 entries. The losses were all from charging in without writing anything down; the wins were from calculating first. What it taught me wasn’t how to get rich overnight—it was delayed gratification.
This Mid-Autumn Festival, I’m in Qingdao. Even though we’ve only been together for less than a year, it has given me more than many things I’ve had for years. I entered near BNB’s high, and the coin price pulled back by about 40%. Looking at the account, I was standing guard at high ground; looking at my cognition, I was climbing upward from low ground. The top of a K-line and the top of life aren’t necessarily the same.
Three things I gained: understanding how the chain works; recognizing I can’t play with leverage; and learning to take responsibility for every bit of money. From the sea, the bright moon rises; across the horizon, we share this moment. I only make one wish: next year, even if the threshold gets even more competitive, I’ll still be here; next Mid-Autumn Festival, I’ll understand a little more than this year. Wishing you a happy reunion for Mid-Autumn Festival, with points staying evergreen. See you next Mid-Autumn Festival.
#币安中秋故事
For my first deposit, not many people picked that time. A week earlier, the market had just gone through a $19 billion liquidation. A few days before that, BNB surged to a new high of $1,357. My friend laughed: “It’s either bag-holding or buying the dip.” I said neither—I was here to brush Alpha and claim the airdrop. My first BNB was only $5. After the high, it pulled back more than 40%. By standard metrics, it was a failed investment, but that year was when my understanding grew the fastest.
I really came to my senses the first time I transferred BNB to an on-chain wallet. Before the transfer, my palms were sweaty and I copied the address three times. After confirming, I stared at the browser for a long time: turns out the money didn’t have to sit in the hands of any company—it just lay there on a globally verifiable chain. That’s when I understood what Gas is: the electricity fee on-chain. I used BSC because it’s cheap; each transaction cost about $0.01, and $5 was enough for me to explore for a few months.
I tried contracts with a small position too. I’d make enough for a delivery or two and then run. Later, I saw people in the group get wiped out to zero, others get run through by needles and stop-lossed, and even when I joined small-position meetings I’d be absent-minded. I understood: what contracts test isn’t your eyesight—it’s how quickly you recognize mistakes and your ability to manage emotions. Someone like me who loses 50 yuan and obsess over it for a week—if I touched contracts, I’d basically be donating liquidity. Treat the entry as a warning zone and stay away. This isn’t cowardice; it’s self-awareness.
I kept “scraping yield” for almost a year: brush for 10 minutes before bed, a 15-day cycle, and deduct 15 points to claim once. The threshold went from 70 points to over 230. Slippage and getting “clipped” are normal. I only scraped pools with good liquidity—don’t get greedy for speed. I kept a diary with more than 300 entries. The losses were all from charging in without writing anything down; the wins were from calculating first. What it taught me wasn’t how to get rich overnight—it was delayed gratification.
This Mid-Autumn Festival, I’m in Qingdao. Even though we’ve only been together for less than a year, it has given me more than many things I’ve had for years. I entered near BNB’s high, and the coin price pulled back by about 40%. Looking at the account, I was standing guard at high ground; looking at my cognition, I was climbing upward from low ground. The top of a K-line and the top of life aren’t necessarily the same.
Three things I gained: understanding how the chain works; recognizing I can’t play with leverage; and learning to take responsibility for every bit of money. From the sea, the bright moon rises; across the horizon, we share this moment. I only make one wish: next year, even if the threshold gets even more competitive, I’ll still be here; next Mid-Autumn Festival, I’ll understand a little more than this year. Wishing you a happy reunion for Mid-Autumn Festival, with points staying evergreen. See you next Mid-Autumn Festival.
#币安中秋故事
