愛只是一根線Love Is Just a Thread

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 dont 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 Valentines Day is even more out of the question. My father has a bad temper. When hes 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 didnt 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 didnt know what I should do. But at last I heard my mother say the following words：

“Susan， 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 its really there. Love is inside.”

I listened carefully but I couldnt understand her until the next spring. At that time， my father suddenly got sick seriously. My mother had stayed 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 couldnt walk by himself. All of us were worried about him.

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

“Susan， dont 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.

有時(shí)候我真的懷疑我父母之間是否有真愛。他們天天忙于賺錢，為我和弟弟支付學(xué)費(fèi)。他們從未像我在書中讀到、或在電視中看到的那樣浪漫。在他們看來，“我愛你”太奢侈，很難說出口，更不用說在情人節(jié)相互送花這樣的事了。我父親的脾氣非常壞，經(jīng)過一天的勞累之后，他經(jīng)常會(huì)發(fā)脾氣。

一天，母親正在縫被子，我靜靜地坐在她旁邊看著她。

過了一會(huì)，我說：“媽媽，我想問你一個(gè)問題?！?/p>

“什么問題？”她一邊繼續(xù)縫著，一邊回答道。

我低聲地問道：“你和爸爸之間有沒有愛情?。俊?/p>

母親停下了手中的活，滿眼詫異地抬起頭。她沒有立即作答，隨后低下頭，繼續(xù)縫被子。

我非常擔(dān)心，因?yàn)槲矣X得我傷害了她。我非常尷尬，不知道該怎么辦。不過后來我聽見母親說了下面的話語：

“蘇珊，看看這些線。有時(shí)候它們看得見，但是大多數(shù)都隱藏在被子里。這些線使被子堅(jiān)固耐用。如果生活就像一床被子，那么愛就是其中的一根線。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。愛就在里面?！?/p>

我仔細(xì)地聽著，卻直到來年的春天才明白了她的話。那時(shí)候，父親突然得了重病。母親在醫(yī)院里陪了他一個(gè)月。當(dāng)他們從醫(yī)院回來的時(shí)候，都顯得非常蒼白。就像他們都得了場重病一樣。

他們回來之后，每天的清晨或黃昏，母親都會(huì)攙扶著父親在鄉(xiāng)村的小路上漫步。父親從未如此溫和過。他們就像是天作之合。在鄉(xiāng)間小路旁，有許多美麗的鮮花、綠草和樹木。陽光穿過樹葉的縫隙，溫柔地照射在地面上。這一切形成了一幅世間最美好的畫卷。

醫(yī)生說父親將在兩個(gè)月后康復(fù)。但是兩個(gè)月之后他仍然無法獨(dú)立行走。我們都很為他擔(dān)心。

有一天我問他：“爸爸，你現(xiàn)在感覺怎么樣？”

他溫和地說：“蘇珊，不用為我擔(dān)心。說句實(shí)話，我只是喜歡與你媽媽一塊兒散步。我喜歡這種生活?！睆乃难凵窭?，我看得出他對(duì)母親的愛之深刻。

我曾經(jīng)認(rèn)為愛就是鮮花、禮物和甜蜜的親吻。但是從這件事起，我明白了愛只是生活中被子里的一根線。愛就在里面，使生活變得堅(jiān)固而溫暖。