What do you mean, "Nobody stands with me at dusk, and nobody asks me when the porridge is warm"?

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"No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was warm", which was a lyric in Silent Clouds written by Xu Mo (Weibo) on June 20th/kloc-2nd. This means that no one appreciates the beauty of the sunset and my gradual setting, and no one asks me if the sparse rice porridge I can survive is still warm. Two ordinary words, however, contain endless sense of desolation, vicissitudes and loneliness.

It is said that this is a sentence written by the author after reading Shen Fu's Six Chapters of a Floating Life, which hit the softest part of the hearts of countless netizens and caused countless people to sing * * *, becoming synonymous with "loneliness and desolation".

Why is there such a big reaction? I think it has a lot to do with the character Yunniang in Six Chapters of a Floating Life. This girl is Shen Fu's wife. This woman was called "the cutest woman in the history of China" by Mr. Lin Yutang. She shares the same interests with her husband and has deep feelings. She is willing to eat plain clothes and engage in artistic life. However, due to the oppression of feudal ethics and the hardships of poor life, her ideal is difficult to realize, and finally she has experienced the painful experience of where you will go. The author describes the joy of boudoir by stages in a deep and direct style, and writes the sincere love between husband and wife. After my mother died, this joy and love were gone, and loneliness and desolation accompanied me all my life.

There is a kind of loneliness and desolation that hurts the most, and that is loneliness and desolation after happiness. I haven't tasted happiness and happiness yet. A little bit of loneliness and desolation may really not affect my mood. Only when you lose happiness will you feel lonely and desolate.

People who work hard alone are most likely to feel lonely and desolate.

People who are still single after falling in love are most likely to feel lonely and desolate.

Empty nesters whose children are not around are most likely to feel lonely and desolate.

Singles who have lost their spouses are most likely to feel lonely and desolate.

At dusk, when the sun sets and the birds return to their nests, a person, whether wandering, single or empty nest, will make people feel sad.

Do everything by yourself, nobody cares, nobody cares, even a bowl of porridge needs to feel the temperature by itself. How desolate is this?

Home is not lonely, love is not sad. There is love, temperature and warmth at home. There is love to have a home, and there is warmth to have warmth.

I would like to stand with you at dusk and ask you softly, is your porridge hot? May everyone in the world have a companion to watch the sunset and taste the warmth of rice porridge.

I want to stand at dusk with Jun,

Soft language asks you if the porridge is warm.

Turn off the lights with Jun in the middle of the night,

I just want to spend half my life with you.

The night with you under the moon is already deep,

Take the flowers and share the wine with you.

Silently wipe away the tears of your lovesickness,

Midnight dream, dust of the past.

Add clothes to accompany you, gu,

I know your tea is cold.

Explain the words and listen to your heart.

Interpret your dreams on a spring night.

Fish and goose know the tears in your words,

Pity you, go alone.

Looking back on this desolate place,

Do not regret riding with you!

—————————— Secretly use a friend's picture.

I just found this sentence, "No one stands with me at dusk, and no one asks me when the porridge is warm". I don't know if I don't know, but I was shocked when I checked!

This is a lyric.

It's a sentence written by Xu Mo (Weibo) in June 20 12.

This song was first released in 5sing on August 27th, 20 12, and signed by Xu Mo.

Six chapters of floating life

Original song: In vain by Shimazaki Kwai

Word: ink line

Singing: Mix

Poster: Han Linger

Where are you going?

Ask when your voice will smell.

Don't be afraid of white feelings.

Has promised for a lifetime.

I choose Xi Cheng Jing.

Ask the ancients directly in the boudoir

Hold hands and be gentle.

Xiao Shuang Chen

Standing against the wall, the dark blue reflects the truth.

Make tea and steam wine to soothe frost and dust.

Pull firewood and sell wine to soothe frost and dust.

Look at the candle burning, the moon is half heavy.

You have heard the noise in the yard deeply.

The wind stopped the cup and shed tears.

Write down the traces of dreams

The forehead is crimson and cold.

Vaguely talking about the people in the West Chamber.

How can you be powerless to cross the soul?

The book on this case is incomplete.

Pick up today's prophecy

No one stood with me at dusk

Nobody asked me if the porridge was hot.

I choose Xi Cheng Jing.

Ask the ancients directly in the boudoir

Hold hands and be gentle.

Xiao Shuang Chen

Standing against the wall, the dark blue reflects the truth.

Make tea and steam wine to soothe frost and dust.

The forehead is crimson and cold.

Vaguely talking about the people in the West Chamber.

How can you be powerless to cross the soul?

The book on this case is incomplete.

Pick up today's prophecy

No one stood with me at dusk

Nobody asked me if the porridge was hot.

Because the essay "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" written by Viola for seven years was misunderstood by everyone, thinking that this sentence came from Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". The original author published a long microblog explanation on May 30th, 20 15. Viola also apologized to Weibo in 1977.

The original author Weibo, the apology of Viola in the seventh year, Weibo.

Finally, the lyricist personally explained the follow-up events of this sentence, hoping that everyone would not pass it on!

The second thing she said refers to:

The third thing she said should be:

Since the author didn't tell us the real meaning, let's understand it ourselves. After all, there is no standard answer.

Personally, sometimes we have to analyze things rationally, and we must not follow suit, just like the incident of taking a photo with Umbrella Sister and Luo until the truth comes out.

The most romantic thing in life is to grow old with you.

. . .

At two o'clock in the morning, a 120 ambulance roared its siren and stopped at the emergency room. As soon as the door opened, the medical staff quickly lifted the patient's stretcher and shouted at the crowded emergency room, get out of the way! Get out of the way

The doctor looked up. What kind of critically ill patient is this?

When the hospital bed moved forward quickly, people also found an old man behind him, pushed by the nursing staff to sit in a wheelchair, with tears on his wrinkled face. It is estimated that his speech function is not very good, and his thin hands have been waving feebly, which means that the nursing staff should catch up quickly.

People in the hospital watched this scene, and several old ladies who came to see the emergency department with their grandchildren could not help but wipe their tears.

Bang, as the patient entered the operating room, the door of the operating room was closed immediately, and the operating light on the door lit up instantly.

The old man sat motionless in his wheelchair, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the thick operating room door what kind of pain his wife lying on the operating table was experiencing. The old man's hand, trembling, opened a small bag he carried with him and took out a stack of manuscript paper. It may have been turned over many times, and the paper has been curled and obviously yellow.

The old man squinted, held the paper in front of him and looked at the vigorous and powerful ink on it ~ ~

friendship

Honey, I have you by my side.

Like roses in summer

The winter sun

lovely

Thank you for your best years.

Let me meet you.

Young me, only endless.

shock

And a brave heart

you said

When I have a carriage.

I'll show you the vast world.

If life is only rough

I'm still the right person.

You want me to stay here

Let you continue to love me

Honey, it's good to have you.

You embellished my happiness and smile.

But I never stopped my courage and boldness.

The tenderness of southern women

Let me know the boundary of love

I want to be with you forever.

Until old age.

That unrequited and bumpy road to love

How many tears and laughter have you shed

The scenery along the way

Beautiful and steep.

disordered/chaotic/confused

Go back and sit back to back.

Hu Ming Lake, Jinan University

Look at the lotus swaying in the pool.

You said you wanted to lean on my shoulder.

Listen to me alone, song for you

song of love

Honey, it's good to have you.

Let me accompany you for a lifetime.

Companionship is a bowl of hot porridge in the morning.

Companionship is the farce of dinner.

Companionship is leisure time after dinner, sitting on the sofa watching TV with you.

I am very emotional about the drama of dog blood.

You always say you like watching me dance.

You can't walk when you are old.

I'll push you out in a wheelchair.

Let you watch me dance with other grandmothers.

One more time, my little fan.

May all the good things come as scheduled.

I hope to have your company.

Die forever.

dear

It's good to have you

. . .

The old man looked at the operating room. There was a beautiful wife lying on the operating table and gave birth to their first baby. Wow, a boy's magnificent cry came from the operating room and floated out of the hospital, far away.

A big tear overflowed from the corner of the old man's eye and fell on the original paper in his hand, which was blurred by the wet ink.

No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot.

No one turns off the lights with me, and no one will spend the rest of my life.

No one shared wine with me, and no one told me that it was late at night.

No one knows me, and no one accompanies me through the world of mortals.

No one is holding the tears in my eyes, and no one is worried that I will go on alone.

No one is with me, no one is with me.

The above sentences are lyrics rewritten according to the reading experience of Six Chapters of a Floating Life.

It can be understood that no one is holding hands to watch the sunset at night, and no one is asking questions at home to express a lonely and desolate situation.

After watching it, people were moved to tears by this scene. ...

No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me if the porridge was hot. No one turns off the lights with me, and no one will spend the rest of my life. There is no one to accompany me at night, and no one to share wine with me. No one wiped away my tears, and no one dreamed of me and the past. No one accompanied me to watch the stars, and no one woke me up to say that my tea was cold. No one listens to my heart, and no one solves my dream. No one made me cry, and no one was worried that I would go alone. Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light.

Literally: No one stood with me in the twilight, and no one asked me if I could heat the porridge. Simply put, it expresses a person's loneliness, and no one cares. From Six Chapters of a Floating Life, Six Chapters of a Floating Life is an autobiographical essay written by Shen Fu, a native of Changzhou in Qing Dynasty, in the 13th year of Jiaqing (1808). Yang Yinchuan, the brother-in-law of Wang Tao in the Qing Dynasty, found the remnant draft of Six Chapters of a Floating Life in a cold stall in Suzhou, with only four volumes, and gave it to Wang Tao, who was in charge of reporting Wenzunge in Shanghai at that time, and published it as movable type 1877. The second dictionary of a floating life tells Li Bai's poem Preface to the Spring Banquet in Taoliyuan that "the husband of heaven and earth, everything goes against the course;" Time flies, and a hundred generations fly by. And floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry? " .

There is a saying on the internet that once deeply touched people's hearts: no one stands with me at dusk, can porridge be warm? This sentence, in fact, is a lyric, which describes a person's melancholy that after losing love and the warmth of home, no one will accompany him to see the fallen leaves at dusk and no one will care when he gets home. Yes, it is very important to have love when people are alive. Among them, love accompanied by lover is an indispensable emotion. Therefore, the real warmth of home is that when you go home, someone keeps a bowl of porridge for you, and then warms the bowl of porridge for you, watching you and eating happily.

This kind of warmth is actually insignificant to many people. In fact, it is this shallow affection, or love, that constitutes the warmth of the best family in the world. It is precisely because of this little lucky warmth that countless wanderers in a foreign land are more eager for the taste of their hometown, miss every tree and grass in their hometown, and miss their parents and beloved lover.

For example, after work, you drag yourself home and someone keeps a bowl of porridge for you. When you work hard in a certain position to complete a certain task, when you come home in the dead of night, your lover at home has cooked porridge for you. This kind of warmth is ordinary and simple, noble and great. Or, when you are at the construction site, dragging your tired body home, your lover not only heats porridge, but also heats a bowl of old wine for you. I believe you will relax after eating and drinking hot wine. And the name of this bowl of porridge is: the warmth of home.

For example, you are out, socializing around for work and life. When you drag your weak body home, your relatives help you into the house, bring you hot water to wash your face and feet, and then bring you a bowl of hot porridge to watch you gobble up. Perhaps, your body will become much thicker. Since ancient times, porridge is the most common food, but it is accompanied by the deep warmth of relatives. I believe that no matter how good the delicacies are, they can't compare with the taste of this bowl of porridge, because it is called the taste of home.

For example, if you are outside, you are wronged and come home depressed. It turns out that you are depressed. It turns out that you are depressed. No matter how good the food is, it is estimated that it can't be swallowed. However, your lover brings you a bowl of porridge, which is actually mustard porridge. You slowly drink porridge and listen to your lover's comforting words, your heart will gradually calm down and your heart will slowly let go. You know: life, in fact, is no big deal. Put it down, and happiness and happiness will come. And this effect is actually a bowl of porridge.

What a family needs most is not how much material and money it has. What a family needs most is actually the temperature of a bowl of porridge. When we walk through the ups and downs of the years; When we have read all the human feelings in the world; When we are old and white-haired, we finally understand that the real warmth of a home is that someone asks you if the porridge is hot.

"No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me how warm the porridge was." This is a person's most miserable life.

How many people don't know how to cherish when they have it, and they don't know how to regret it until they lose it! How many people try their best to love a person, and the final result is still sad! It turns out that the most terrible thing in this world is loneliness. No one cares about loneliness. Sitting alone in the sunset, watching the twilight, a person walks through old age. ...

Each of us yearns for the happiness of "holding your hand and growing old with your son", but we live in the loneliness of marriage!

Ding Yan is ill, and she feels thankless. She always has a bad cough, and she has chest tightness and shortness of breath. She is afraid of dying early because she has a bad heart, just like her mother. But in the face of her heartless husband Yan Qiang, her sadness and sadness seem to torment her soul more than death!

Think of husband and wife living together for more than ten years. Ding Yan is really good to Yan Qiang. Yan Qiang works hard, but Ding Yan won't let Yan Qiang do housework. Ding Yan prepared his favorite food for Yan Qiang on time, waiting for him to go home; Children and adults, daily necessities, water and electricity, the elderly on both sides, and even changing the heating at home, installing a repair and making a warm floor are all busy by Ding Yan herself.

Yan Qiang is very tired at work, but even if he is not tired, he will not help Ding Yan. Ding Yan in his eyes is a robot, always turning. As long as she stops, as long as she doesn't like it, she will be furious with Ding Yan, and her ancestors will scold her again and again. ...

Ding Yan is ill and very weak. Jiang Yan saw not only not distressed, but also unlucky for Ding Yan's face. He was either rich or expensive all his life, and it was all Ding Yan's fault. ...

Ding Yan is gone and dead forever. Even when she closed her eyes, she felt relieved.

At first, Yan Qiang didn't realize how painful it was to lose Ding Yan. After all, he has been a lover for so many years.

However, after a period of self-care, he realized that there was no heating, no hot meals, no one to be caring and attentive to him, and no one to take care of this home for him! Nobody cares about him anymore! The days when clothes can barely make ends meet are over. He must do everything by himself.

Yan Qiang sat alone on the sofa and regretted not loving Ding Yan. This is the fate of mankind: lonely porridge in the sunset is cold and nobody cares!

And (a song)

The mobile phone and I stood at dusk,

Takeaway asked me if the porridge was hot.

The electronic card turns off the lights with me,

Rats * * * I have studied them for half my life.

Netizens have been with me for a long time.

My neighbor shared the wine with me.

Sweep away the tears of my lovesickness,

Shake my dreams and the dust of the past.

Group friends accompany me to see the stars,

The shopkeeper woke up to find my tea cold.

Listen to my heart,

Card pocket held me in tears,

Fu Bao is worried that I will go alone.

Red envelopes yearn for bleak places,

Delete, etc. In the dim light.

When will I remember these two poems?

When I see the picturesque sunset, the afterglow of the sunset and the beautiful scenery, I have no one to share it with.

When I come home from work with my sick body, I'm going to casually spend today's dinner with the leftovers from the previous day. I told my mother on WeChat that I had a good meal today, too, and told her not to worry. Looking down at the bowl in front of me, I started coughing again.

I am not a particularly vulnerable person, but sometimes I still feel that.

I want to tell people that I don't have a specific person, but I have a sharing heart.

Porridge is neither hot nor cold. In fact, I know in my heart that it is nothing more than eating it by myself for too long.

No one is standing with you at dusk. Why don't you take a picture for me?

Nobody asked you if the porridge was hot. Let's talk for a while. Is the weather good there? How's your job? Did the food stall downstairs come out today?

Everyone seems to grow up alone, and so do I. Sometimes I envy those who have not grown up, and sometimes I feel it's good to be so brave and hardworking.

I want to hug you at every lonely moment and tell you that it won't always be like this. Let's cheer together!