Brothers, today is Thanksgiving, and the US stock market is closed.

That K-line on the screen? It's as flat as straightened noodles, and the fluctuation is not even as intense as your finger moving while scrolling your phone. Staring at the market right now is just a contest with oneself; my eyes are tired, my mind is blank, what's the point?

The market has given us a holiday, what are you still doing standing there?
The hot pot restaurant's red oil is waiting for you! The beef tripe is dipped up and down seven times, more exciting than watching the rise and fall.
The massage chair misses you too, relaxing the shoulders is much more comfortable than staring at the screen.
The object is sighing next to me – putting down that damn chart, isn't it better to say a few soft words than to have a green board?

Today is a day off. Eat when you need to, play when you want to, and don't let the market dictate your life.