第4章 看不见的线
Love Is Just a Thread
佚名/Anonymous
有时我怀疑，父母之间是否存在着真爱。每一天，他们都疲于奔命，为我和弟弟赚学费。我从没见他们有过任何我在书中或电视中看到过的浪漫举止。在他们看来，将“我爱你”这句话说出口都太奢侈，更别说在情人节互赠鲜花了。父亲脾气很糟，特别是经过了一天劳累的工作之后，他那糟糕的脾气更容易发作。
有一天，母亲正在缝被子，我安静地坐在旁边看着她。
“妈妈，我有个问题想问你。”过了一会儿，我说。
“什么问题啊？”她答道，而手里的活儿却没停下。
“你和爸爸之间有爱情吗？”我压低声音问道。
母亲停下手里的活儿，抬起头诧异地看着我，并未马上回答，然后又低下头，继续缝被子。
我很担心，因为我觉得这个问题会伤她的心。我很尴尬，不知所措。可接下来，我却听到母亲说出了这样一番话。
“苏珊，”她若有所思地说，“你看这线。有时我们看得见它，但更多时候它却藏于被子中，我们看不见。然后这些线却确实能使被子结实耐用。如果将生活比作一床被子，那么爱就是丝线。你不可能时刻都看得到它，但是它却真实地存在着。爱隐藏于生活之中。”
我仔细听着，但是直到第二年春天才真正明白她这番话的含义。当时，父亲病重，母亲在医院里照顾他。一个月后，父亲出院回到家时，两个人看起来都面色苍白，就像他们都生了一场大病。
他们回家后，每到黎明和黄昏，母亲总会搀扶着父亲在乡间小路上散步。父亲从没有那样温柔过。他们看起来仿佛是世间最和谐的一对。路旁有许多漂亮的鲜花、绿草和树木，阳光透过叶子的缝隙温柔地照射在上面，所有这一切都像是一幅世间最美的画面。
医生说，两个月后父亲就能病愈。不过，两个月后他还是不能独立行走，为此，我们都很担心。
“你感觉如何，爸爸？”有一天我问他。
“苏珊，不要担心我，”父亲慢慢地说，“不瞒你说，我很喜欢和你妈妈一起散步的感觉。我喜欢这样的生活。”从他的眼神中，我读出了他对母亲那份深深的爱恋。
曾经，我以为爱情是与鲜花、礼物和吻的。可是，经历了这些后，我明白了：爱情就如同我们生活中被子里的丝线，它隐藏于生活之中，令生活变得更加稳固和温暖。
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.