On the first day of 2005, when I tried to crack the code of Dust, she was just a mysterious donor. In the process of searching for people by reporters, because "dust" appeared in the streets and alleys of the island city again and again: several college students rushed to the street fund-raising point with living expenses, and they said they were "dust"; A white-haired old man walked into the city Red Cross office with a pension and was collecting money.

Leave the name "dust" on the roster; A mother, with her three-year-old son in her arms, stuffed the lucky money into the donation box. Mother said, "He is also a little dust."

In the end, we gave up the search for a simple reason: we were looking for not only an enthusiastic donor, but also a spirit of caring for others. Through this visit, the public's eyes will be focused on the public welfare undertakings in the island city. Therefore, when "dust" appears among more people again and again, I feel gratified: we have found "dust".

After half a year, the name "Dust" has become synonymous with a group. Through loving actions again and again, Dust keeps recording the civilization footprint of our city.