The most beautiful love

mother been in poor health, two years, she even only Banwo the bed. Sometimes she was tired of staying in the house, to walk out, my father took her to a customized wheelchair for her, and then push forward to on the street. Do not we hold the mother the father has never, and do not accompany us, he said crude Shouzhong our hearts, for fear the mother can not stand. We are accustomed to, do not fight, push wheelchair watching his father, and mother all the way on a smile out of the house.
doing in a factory when his father led to travel frequently. Sat out his father and mother on the side in bed, occasionally looking through the bed of the calendar. We know she came back in the calculation of the date of his father. If someone proposed to accompany her out get some fresh air, mother smiled shaking his head and said: \. Sometimes the dark days of going down, people still do not get home, so we are in the junction. See afar off the pace they marched slowly walked over, would the scenario dependent attendant greets, our hearts will not help filled with moving.
has not asked the parents love the history, never listen to their own say. In my memory, my father and mother only lived a quiet life. But I think they should be and certainly among us has not known to love. They were holding hands together spent most of their lives, experienced many ups and downs in life, step by step, reached the twilight of life, everything seemed so peaceful and simple. However, in these peaceful and simple, but also the number of hidden passion and love of life, they are not romantic, but timeless and profound.
Pan Mei Chen sang a song: I was young, naive, and most of the boys and girls aged brain romantic who, like chasing perfection of pure love. When this kind of love when into In fact, love is not sour, but the love in the life of fermentation, if we can withstand that test, then we can enjoy the aroma of love. Therefore, the most beautiful love is not in the beginning, but after years of living in the temper and was verified by love. This love, even if the word vain, without a word, is still a brilliant flower, aromatic endless.