01木心说,没有比粥更温柔的了。念予毕生流离红尘,就找不到一个似粥温柔的人。那时尚年幼,不以为然。世间精胗细脍何等滋味,岂能一粥以蔽之?那时尚年幼,久病缠身。每与饕餮无缘,困眼所见,惟一碗寡淡的大米粥,袅袅在床头冒着热气。后来,长大离家,远走高飞。学校食堂纷红骇绿,令人垂涎。终于摆脱菰饭荨羹!我窃喜。后来,日上三更,笔耕不辍;月上三更,手不释卷。食堂大快朵颐,球场大汗淋漓——直到急病狂风暴雨般袭来,再对珍馐依旧,却是 01 Mu Xin said that no more gentle than the porridge. Read to lifelong red blood, you can not find a gentle person like porridge. That young fashion, disagree. How can the world fine 胗 fine 脍 taste, how can a porridge to shield it? Fashionable young, chronic illness ridden. Each missed with gluttonous, sleepy eyes see, the only bowel of light rice, curl in the bed braved the heat. Later, grow up and stay away, fly away. School cafeteria red and green, coveted. Finally get rid of rice meal net soup! I secretly hi. Later, on the day of the three, pen and ink stop work; on the three more, hands do not release volume. Canteens bites, stadium sweating - until the storm hit like an emergency, and then still rare, but it is