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.
愛如絲線
衛斯理
有時我懷疑,父母之間是否存在著真愛。他們每天都疲於奔命，為我和弟弟賺學費。我從沒見他們像我在書中或電視中看到的那樣浪漫。在他們看來，將“我愛你”這句話說出口都太奢侈，更別說在情人節互贈鮮花了。父親脾氣很暴，特別是在下班回家後，他很容易發脾氣。
有一天，媽媽正在縫被子，我安靜地坐在旁邊看著她。
“媽媽，我有個問題想問你。”過了一會兒我說。