我一直以为爱是世间最美好的东西,好像沙漠里的清泉,可以让面临绝境的人看到生的希望,又仿佛飘扬在夜空中的歌谣,使孤苦无依的人获得慰藉,总之,爱应该是一切光明与伟大的代言词。可我没有想到,爱也能滋生腐朽,爱也能让人愚昧,好比妈妈爱爸爸那样。那是小学时候的事了。爸爸成天喝酒,喝醉了就对妈妈恶言相向,骂够了就四脚朝天躺在床上不省人事。然后我就看见妈妈默默地整理狼藉的房间,一言不发。以前妈妈会偷偷一个人躲着哭,现在再也看不到她的限泪,我想,妈妈不再爱爸爸了。 I always thought that love is the best thing in the world, like a clear spring in the desert, so that people in desperation can see the hope of life and they seem to fly songs in the night sky so that those who are helpless get comfort. In short, love It should be all bright and great words. But I did not think that love can breed decadent, love can make people foolish, like my mother loved my father. It was a matter of elementary school. Dad all day drinking, drunk mother against the evil, scolded enough to lie in bed ashamed unconscious. Then I saw my mother silently tidy room, without saying a word. In the past, her mother secretly escaped from crying. Now she could not see her tears again. I think my mother no longer loves dad.