The Vicissitudes of Life in the Stock Market

I have been lost in the sea of ​​​​dust, and I am tired of watching the clouds and smoke gather and disperse. Occasionally, when it rained at night and the lantern was alone, I suddenly had an enlightenment, so I called myself "a guest returning to the forest hidden in the fog", which means living in the shadow of the cold pavilion and listening to the sound of the empty valley. Thinking about being down and out for half my life and accomplishing nothing, there is a lump in my chest, I can't vomit and I am unhappy; the vicissitudes in my eyes make me want to stop talking.