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Love Is Like A Thread 爱象一根线

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Sometimes I really doubt whether there is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earn money in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act in the romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “I love you” is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other on Valentine’s Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a bad temper. When he’s very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose his temper.

One day, my mother was sewing a quilt. I silently sat down beside her and looked at her.

“Mom, I have a question to ask you,” I said after a while.

“What?” she replied, still doing her work.

“Is there love between you and Dad?” I asked her in a very low voice.

My mother stopped her work and raised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didn’t answer immediately. Then she bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt.

I was very worried because I thought I had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didn’t know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words:

“Susan,” she said thoughtfully, “Look at this thread. Sometimes it appears, but most of it disappears in the quilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is a quilt, then love should be a thread. It can hardly be seen anywhere or anytime, but it’s really there. Love is inside.”

I listened carefully but I couldn’t understand her until the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. When they returned from the hospital, they both looked very pale. It seemed both of them had had a serious illness.

After they were back, every day in the morning and dusk, my mother helped my father walk slowly on the country road. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the most harmonious couple. Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers, green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All of these made up the most beautiful picture in the world.

The doctor had said my father would recover in two months. But after two months he still couldn’t walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.

“Dad, how are you feeling now?” I asked him one day.

“Susan, don’t worry about me.” he said gently. “To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.” Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply.

Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm..

有时候我很怀疑我的父母之间是否存在爱情。每天，他们都在为我哥哥和我的高昂学费四处奔波忙碌。他们之间一点都不象我在文章中和电视里看到的那么来得烂漫。对他们来说，甚至连说句“我爱你”也很奢侈，更别说情人节时候会互赠美丽鲜花了。而且我的父亲有一付坏脾气，每次当他疲劳地回到家的时候，他总会很轻易地发火。

一天，母亲在家中缝被子，我安静地坐在她身边，并看着她。

“妈妈，我有问题想问你”，过了一会，我跟我母亲说。

“什么事？”母亲头也不抬地回答

“你和爸爸之间有爱情么？”我低声问。

母亲马上停止了工作并抬头惊讶地看着我，她没有马上回答，然后又低下头缝她的被子。

我很担心，因为我感觉我的话伤害了她。我很尴尬，又不知道该怎么做。但最后我听到母亲说了以下的话：

“苏珊”，她若有所思地说“看着这些线，有时候它会露出来，但它的大部分是埋在被子里的。这些线让被子变得很稳固，不会轻易松动。如果生命是被子，那么爱情就象一根线，它并不是无时无处不在的，但它又是确实存在的，它在生活的深处。”

我仔细地听着，但直到第二年春天，我也没能明白母亲的意思。那年春天，父亲突然病得很重，母亲需要在医院陪伴他一个月的时间。当他们从医院回来的时候，他们看起来都很憔悴，仿佛两个人都生了一场很严重的病。

他们回来后的每个清晨和伴晚，母亲都会搀扶着父亲，慢慢走在乡间的小路上。父亲看起来前所未有的绅士，他们看起来似乎是最和谐的一对。在乡间小路上有很多美丽的花朵，绿色的青草和树，阳光温和地透过树叶撒落下来，所有的一切在一起营造了世界上最美丽的图案。

“苏珊，不要担心我”，父亲温和地说：“事实上，我就喜欢跟你母亲一起散步，我喜欢这样的生活。”从他的眼神里，我终于知道了他多么深爱母亲。

曾经我认为爱情意味着鲜花、礼物和热吻，但从这次经历中，我了解到爱情就象我们生命中那隐藏被子里的线。爱情是深藏的，让生命变得稳固而温馨。