Many people complain that Meme projects on BSC are quite "rustic," but that is precisely the true grassroots spirit. I grew up in such an environment, gradually exploring, stumbling, and getting back up.

This grassroots culture has no refined exterior and doesn't require high thresholds. It lives on the streets, in the late night, in the daily lives of ordinary people. It’s like the exhaustion of working overtime until dawn and squeezing into the subway, like the silhouette of a rider racing through the rain, like the smoky flavor of bargaining in the vegetable market, like the faint cry of "Keep going today" in social circles.

It may not be refined, but it’s fiery; it may not be loud, but it can penetrate the heart. When you feel insignificant and pressed down by life, this grassroots spirit is like a pair of calloused hands patting your shoulder and saying: I also climbed up from the bottom, fallen, hurt, cried, but still gritted my teeth and stood up.

Perseverance has never been exclusive to elites. Every ordinary person has this toughest bone. For us, those laughed-at BSC Meme seasons are our own grassroots youth.