I've seen so many misfortunes and never been depressed. - Joy of the Ages.
Dust is a non-fiction original prose by "miner poet" Chen Nianxi. The book tells the story of a group of ordinary and simple laborers. They were blasters, stone carriers, village carpenters, farmers, peasant women, small workshop owners, ......And the writer's own story runs throughout: opening mountains and blasting rocks 5,000 meters underground, raising his family in the smoke and roar, writing poems in the sheds and mountains, recording the bursting and silence of fate. Although they have been tempered by life, they are simple and hard-working, and quietly tell the ...... about the themes of life, love, death, and desire
What does the world look like?What is life like?My senses, except for the long, ubiquitous wind, were dust, and we rushed through it, trying to stand firm, but more often than not, we staggered and couldn't help ourselves. The so-called mother-son game is just that she opens your life and future for you, and you uncover the silent loess behind her. I suddenly realized that the so-called strength was nothing but the real misfortune that had not befallen me. The world and life are never panicked, and everyone who is escorted by the world and life is panicked. 
Time is like a galloping horse, running non-stop, running through spring and winter. Everything, falling behind it, only sudden misfortune, faster than it. Mother began to have gray hair, and that was the power of time. Life is like a pot, and she keeps spinning around the bottom of the pot. The world outside the pot doesn't know her, and she doesn't know the world outside the pot. The pot is sometimes cold, sometimes hot, and only the person in the pot knows whether it is hot or cold. Understanding the mutilated and rich lives of the previous generation is the most basic course for the next generation. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, life is hard, and the eyes are full of crowded people. Everyone is being escorted by life, walking in a hurry, and finally going to **?No one knew. This is a common picture in this era of gold. 
In essence, all literature is an elegy, retaining the sunset in the west and the mud and sand in the east. There are so many factors that determine fate, some are visible, some are invisible, and often the invisible is sharper than the visible. The days are like flowing water, occasionally magnificent, and more often silent, as if they have never come. I could smell the faint aroma of bitter almonds in her body, like a gentle breeze, drifting and escaping in the rough wind. It's not easy to catch, but it's infinitely intense. It was entangled and overlapped with the bitter almond flavor on Da Ming many years ago, and it drifted until this drizzly dusk on the outskirts of Suiyang eight years later. 
The same life is also similar in **, and different lives, even if they are placed under the same roof, will show a lot of differences. Ability is the first way to survive. The sky was blue, as if it had been wiped with a rag. The villages on the mountainside are sparsely populated, and the chickens and ducks are slowly enjoying the last days of the day. The river shone yellow at the foot of the mountain, flowing into the distance where I was fifteen years old and I could not tell. Turn the page in 2023