有時(shí)，我真的懷疑父母之間是否還有愛(ài)情。他們從未像我在書(shū)中讀到的，或在電視中看到的那樣互訴衷腸。他們從來(lái)不說(shuō)“我愛(ài)你”，更不用說(shuō)在情人節(jié)送花了。一天，母親正在縫被子，我問(wèn)了她一個(gè)問(wèn)題：“媽媽，你和爸爸之間有沒(méi)有愛(ài)情啊？”
母親突然停下了手中的活，滿眼詫異地抬起頭。過(guò)了一會(huì)，她說(shuō)：“看看這些線，有的地方，你能看得見(jiàn)，但是大多數(shù)的線都隱藏在被子里。這些線讓被子長(zhǎng)久耐用。如果把生活看成一床被子，那么愛(ài)就是其中的線。你不可能隨時(shí)隨地看到它，但是它卻實(shí)實(shí)在在地存在著。愛(ài)是內(nèi)在的。”
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..
（來(lái)源：精品學(xué)習(xí)論壇 英語(yǔ)點(diǎn)津姍姍編輯）
