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真爱如线 荷叶/译 有时我真的很怀疑在我的父母之间是否存在着爱情。为了付我和弟弟高额的学费，他们终日忙着挣钱。我在书上读到的，电视上看到的浪漫的举止行为在他们身上根本找不到。在我看来，“我爱你”这个字眼奢侈得让他们说不出口。更不可能在情人节互赠鲜花了。还有我父亲脾气很坏。当他干重活回来，精疲力竭时，很容易发火。
一天，母亲正在缝被子，我默默地坐在一旁看着。
“妈，我想问你一个问题。”过了一会儿，我说道。
“什么问题？”妈妈回答，依然忙着干活。
“你和爸之间有真爱吗？”我用低低地声音问道。
妈妈停下手里的活，抬起头来，眼里充满了疑惑。她没有马上回答，又垂下头，继续缝被子。
我非常担心自己的话伤着了她。非常窘迫，不知所措。最后，听到妈妈说出了下面的话：
“苏珊，”她若有所思地说：“瞧这条线，有时看得见，但多数时候，它隐藏在被子里。是这条线使被子经久耐用。如果生活是床被子，那么真爱如线。它不是随时随地可以被看到，但它确实存在。爱在里面。”
我认真地听着，却直到第二年春天才理解这番话。那时，父亲突然得了重病。妈妈不得不在医院里陪他，整整一个月。当他们出院回家时，两人都很憔悴。好像两人都得过一场大病。 回来后，每天的黎明和黄昏，妈妈都要扶爸爸在乡间小路上慢慢地走。爸爸从来没有这样温柔过。看上去他们是世上最和谐的一对。沿路鲜花盛开，绿草荫荫，树木葱绿。柔和的阳光在树叶间闪烁。所有这一切，构成一幅世上最美的图画。
医生说爸爸两个月后就能恢复。但两个月过去了，他依然不能独立行走。我们都为他担心。
“爸，你现在感觉怎么样？”有一天，我问道。
“苏珊，别担心。说实话吧，我只是喜欢和你妈妈一起走走，我喜欢这种生活。”从他的眼神中，我看得出他深深地爱着妈妈。
我一度认为真爱是鲜花，是礼物，是甜蜜的吻。经历了这件事后，我明白了在生活这床被子里，真爱如线。爱在里面，使生活稳固而温暖。
附：原文
Sometimes I really doubt whetherthere is love between my parents. Every day they are very busy trying to earnmoney in order to pay the high tuition for my brother and me. They don’t act inthe romantic ways that I read in books or I see on TV. In their opinion, “Ilove you” is too luxurious for them to say. Sending flowers to each other onValentine’s Day is even more out of the question. Finally my father has a badtemper. When he’s very tired from the hard work, it is easy for him to lose histemper. One day, my mother was sewing aquilt. 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 herwork. “Is there love between you and Dad?”I asked her in a very low voice. My mother stopped her work andraised her head with surprise in her eyes. She didn’t answer immediately. Thenshe bowed her head and continued to sew the quilt. I was very worried because I thoughtI had hurt her. I was in a great embarrassment and I didn’t know what I shoulddo. 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 thequilt. The thread really makes the quilt strong and durable. If life is aquilt, 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’tunderstand her until the next spring. At that time, my father suddenly got sickseriously. My mother had to stay with him in the hospital for a month. Whenthey returned from the hospital, they both looked very pale. It seemed both ofthem had had a serious illness. After they were back, every day inthe morning and dusk, my mother helped my father walk slowly on the countryroad. My father had never been so gentle. It seemed they were the mostharmonious couple. Along the country road, there were many beautiful flowers,green grass and trees. The sun gently glistened through the leaves. All ofthese made up the most beautiful picture in the world. The doctor had said my father wouldrecover 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?” Iasked him one day. “Susan, don’t worry about me.” he said gently. “Totell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind oflife.” Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. Once Ithought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, Iunderstand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside,making life strong and warm..
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