Everyone has a confused, unprepared idea. Even this sudden thought can deceive yourself and make you feel like it's not your own, but someone else's idea! The leaves don't fly on the tree forever, and when it falls, it thinks whether the tree doesn't want it, or does it want to get rid of that constraint or does time fly to abandon it? But when will everything in the world discover its beauty? When will you find out what you value? When will you even be able to figure out where you stand? The answer to this question can only be slowly tasted ...... "Dust" flashed these two words in my mind the moment I wanted to write a book. Random thoughts, and some casual practices, although people are tired of living, but they must be free and easy. In fact, in life, no one will understand you, no one will understand you, and even that insignificant thought will erase you. No one will know your power, not even your insignificant opinions! How cruel and ruthless real life is, it must be experienced to be clear. People are always busy, always urging themselves, but in the end, who knows your difficulty? The book "Landing in the Blank Dust" was originally titled "Blank Dust", but I don't know what's wrong? This book disappeared from the Internet, maybe this is a test for me, maybe it is a kind of miss, in fact, this book can be regarded as autobiographical, what I feel, what I realize, and what I think are all the voices ...... my heart A "blank" life is an empty ...... And "settled" is our last "dust"!