我经常听人问,爱是什么呢?我觉得爱是甜的蜜、酸的醋、苦的药、辣的椒、咸的泪。它,是一种很奇怪的滋味。爱是甜味的,因为它像蜜。一天,在上学的路上,我看到一位衣衫褴褛的老爷爷,两鬓斑白,瘦黑的脸上布满了皱纹,左边的袖子空荡荡的,身前放了一个生锈的铁碗。我心生怜悯,便把买早餐的钱放进了他的碗里。紧接着几个小学生也将一元、五角的纸币或硬币捐了出去。老爷爷缓缓地抬起头,望着我。我在他的眼里读出了感激,心里像抹了蜜一样,感觉好甜好甜—有时候一个微小的举动,就能成就一种甜蜜的爱。 I often hear people ask, what is love? I think love is sweet honey, sour vinegar, bitter medicine, spicy pepper, salty tears. It is a very strange taste. Love is sweet because it resembles honey. One day, on my way to school, I saw a ragged old man with two white spots and a thin black face covered with wrinkles. The sleeve on the left was empty and a rusty iron bowl was put in front of him. I had compassion for my heart and put the money for breakfast into his bowl. Then a few primary schoolchildren also donated one dollar, five-pointed notes or coins. Grandpa looked up slowly and looked at me. I read gratitude in his eyes, my heart smeared like honey, I feel sweet and sweet - and sometimes a tiny move can make a sweet love.