Nobody told me the lyrics.

"No one stood with me at dusk, and no one asked me how warm the porridge was", which once made countless people sing together on the Internet, feeling lonely and bitter, hitting the depths of their hearts. It is a rare saying in modern times.

The origin of this sentence is also very complicated. At first, this sentence was widely known in the essay Six Chapters of a Floating Life written by Viola for seven years. Viola for seven years is called Six Chapters of a Floating Life by Shen Fu, and many people believe it.

Later, the real author came out to clarify that in the seventh year of Viola, he publicly apologized to the readers. It turns out that this sentence actually comes from a song.

This is a lyric in Xu Mo's Send the Cloud. Xu Mo admitted that the creative inspiration came from Shen Fu's Six Chapters of a Floating Life, but what Shen Fu wrote in Six Chapters of a Floating Life was much simpler and more touching.

"When I am free, I will stand with you at dusk. I will laugh in front of the stove and ask if the porridge can be warm." This is a piece of Shen Fu's description of his life with his wife, which is warm and serene. Shen copied this sentence to describe the scene of his life with his wife. They lived a very happy life together.

Yunniang is a very interesting person, but at that time, her behavior was considered inappropriate by her husband's family. Therefore, they were driven out of their homes by their parents and lived a poor and comfortable life.

The word "floating life" is taken from Li Bai's four books "Floating life is like a dream, geometry for pleasure", and boudoir music is the most touching, which records the daily life of Shen Fu and his wife Yun. Mr. Lin Yutang once commented that "Yun is the most lovely woman in China literature".

Originally, it was a sentence to record the sweet and warm life of husband and wife, but Xu Mo skillfully changed it, but it became a symbol of extreme loneliness. Independent dusk, no one to accompany, porridge cold, and no one asked me if I could warm it.

There are still many netizens who continue to write, explaining loneliness and loneliness incisively and vividly, without losing their talent and poetry. For example:

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 watched the stars with me, and no one knew 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.