The years go by, life is like a poetic scroll,
The changes of the dinner table witness the changes of the times.
There used to be dozens of small gatherings, and now thousands of feasts,
The price of bluegrass is swimming against the current, which makes people reverie infinitely.
An orchid that was hard to find in the past,
Today, the people's homes are available in dozens, and they are like flowers.
Is it the law of the market, or is it the fickleness of people's hearts?
The way of seed selection should be rigorous, but it is like a bubble dream.
Five golden flowers, once proud of the crowd,
Now in a lonely corner, waiting for someone to know the fragrance.
It is not the fault of flowers, but the people's hearts are not ancient, and greed is troubled,
The price rises and falls, not the influence of the flower, but the hand of the market.
Quantity and demand, dance the song of price,
The market and people's hearts compose the song of the market.
It's not a big deal, but a big one to participate,
You and I are all in it, shaping this market river together.
The price is high and the price is low, some people wait and see, some people criticize,
But the true masters, they lurk underwater,
Observe silently, silently, and have a heart like a mirror.
And those criticisms with a purpose are only generalized in points, and it is difficult to believe the truth.
Let's change our thinking and look at it with new eyes.
Respect every variety, respect the choice of the market.
There is no dignity or humility in people, there is no nobility in grass, everything is caused by people's hearts,
Herbs are innocent, people's hearts are unfathomable, and the true meaning can only be obtained after deep thought.
In this fast-changing market,
Let's keep our original intention and never forget our true nature.
Respect the market, respect others, and more respect yourself,
In this way, we can move forward steadily in the tide of the market.