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Old Stock Investors Buy Comrades Indiscriminately
It has been 32 years since my first encounter with the stock market in 1993, and I am still working hard on the stock market, a "battlefield" full of opportunities and challenges. In this book, I will look back on the long journey of stock trading from 1993 to 2025, the mental journey that was either tense and exciting, or meditative and enlightening, and lay out the judgments and decisions made in the ups and downs of the market, and the insights and growth in the ups and downs of the market. I
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She in 2005
On the train of life, there are always people getting off at a certain station, and there are always people getting on at a new platform. Those who failed to accompany us to the end are not regrets, but gifts given by time - let us continue to move forward with those warm fragments, knowing that we have been so sincerely illuminated, it is enough. Keeping the beauty in the hometown of memory without disturbing, questioning, or forcing reunion is the gentlest respect for the past and the most sob
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My Online Love
I know that one day, aging will blur my memory. Those smiling faces that once made my heart beat faster, those warm hugs in the middle of the night, will gradually fade over the years. I will forget the enthusiasm of youth, forget those figures who accompanied me through the wind and rain, and finally leave quietly like a speck of dust. I am afraid of being forgotten, and even more afraid of forgetting. So I wrote this to prove that I have lived seriously and am grateful to all the women who hav
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The Red Boots of the 18-Year-Old
There are always a few ambers of time hidden in the hearts of middle-aged men. In the autumn when he was 18, he met a girl wearing red short boots. The sound of boots is clear and crisp, like the beating of the heart in time. They once walked side by side in the streets and shared their youthful thoughts until the story came to an end. Time has blurred many details, but it cannot erase the bright color of those red boots. It has become the most vivid footnote of youth, hiding unsaid tenderness.
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Three Years of Dating, and We Haven't Even Held Hands
In old movies, the wooden-headed male lead always wins the girl’s heart by being “honest.” Our generation believed it. We mistook silence for deep affection, backing off for respect, and treated “knowing our place” like holy writ. Only after the person we liked had gone did we understand: awkwardness is romantic in movies, but in real life it means missing your chance, and all you’re left with is regret. An old friend passed through my heart, and when I looked back, autumn had already fallen acr
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