It’s All the Moon’s Fault (Appendix: Seven-Character Ancient Verse — Seeing the Moon at Mid-Autumn)

2007/9/25 15:49:49

Starting from last week, I've been telling you all that when the moon is full, there will be volatility. Yesterday's final line especially emphasized "the moon is full — watch out for increased short-term volatility." Therefore, if you still can't handle today's volatility, it only proves you're truly not suited for short-term operations — go medium-term then, no big deal. On the medium-term, pressure on the broader market is growing. If not for someone propping up the market for new IPOs, today's drop would have been far worse.

As for whether this ID's theory is useful — this question doesn't even need discussion. If you can't even spot in real time today's No. 3 sell point in segment 132 (at 13:46), then you're even less qualified to discuss this. Look at the gap of less than half a point between 132 and 129 (at 9:47), and you'll see how powerful this theory is.

People nowadays are truly strange — as if the whole world owes them something. You can't get into Peking University, so it must be the teacher's fault; the teacher owes you. You can't learn geometry, so geometry must be wrong — just like tonight's moon, it's all its fault. This ID has never been interested in entertaining such logic. This ID is not a mooncake vendor. After tonight, this ID's theory will continue to frame all stock movements, just as the sum of angles in a triangle being 180 degrees frames all figures on a Euclidean plane.

As for individual stocks, just talking in my sleep — don't take it seriously: you can start watching two stocks, 600319 and 000822 — both may see major fundamental changes. However, I must declare: given the market's extremely dangerous position, entry into individual stocks must be at major buy/sell points. For some stocks, the technically skilled can repeatedly swing-trade to lower their cost basis, for example 600078. After all, this is not the 3000-point or 1000-point era — there are no cheap prices anymore. If you don't have the skill to flatten your cost basis, best not to enter anything at all, and wait for the market to crash. If you have that skill, then it doesn't matter.

Forget the boring stocks — here's one of this ID's old seven-character ancient verses. Wishing you all a happy Mid-Autumn. One more note: if you haven't even figured out the Píng Shuǐ Rhyme, don't criticize this ID's rhyme scheme. This ID's seven-character ancient verses never borrow neighboring rhymes, let alone the regulated verses.

Seeing the Moon at Mid-Autumn

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

One orb erupts, heaven and sea cascading
Sweeping fog, crumbling clouds, ten thousand peaks aglow
Rainbow light and auspicious mist flow in layered hues
The Milky Way bathes and cleanses jade-bright eyes
Luminous soul, radiant spirit, dancing in the sky
Celestial music, stringless, startling floral plumes
Suddenly spiraling on whirlwinds to the dark heavens
Cassia fragrance scatters like a rain of stars
Crystal palace halls, jade zithers in disarray
Flying mirror, jade terrace, thin wisps of blue smoke
Before the mica screen, tears of Cháng'é
Year after year, this night, she regrets the elixir
Crimson curtains roll back to the mortal world
Past and present, tides rise and fade within the cup
Raising the cup to ask the sky — the sky says nothing
In rivers and lakes, overcast or clear, a lone boat is moored
Drunk in the Moon Palace for three thousand years
Still there is a moon, full tonight
Why must it stay full on such a night?
Dream steeds — how would they chase Xīhé's whip?
In the azure void, all movement suddenly stills
Icy disk at heaven's heart, light about to drip
Shēn and Dǒu constellations race and spin in an instant
Heaven and earth split open — whose flute is that?
Fireflies glide, magpies roost, grass and trees at ease
A trace of dark river, water murmuring on
Golden goblets drain too quickly, heaven ages too soon
Before the ballad of life's hardships in this mortal world
The cool moon tilts westward as the east turns pale
Its last light fades, dew covers the stone before my window

Tonight, stay with your parents and family. No post tonight.

Heading off, goodbye.