有一种爱,不似母爱,温暖如冬日阳光;不似父爱,厚实如雄伟高山;不似友爱,细腻如涓涓细流。它,没有华丽的修饰,看似坚硬冰冷,实则震撼心灵,直击心中最柔软的角落。我家对门搬来一位老奶奶,平时寡言少语,深居简出,没有人了解她。有天傍晚,我回家时正巧在楼道里遇到了她,出于礼貌,我主动唤了声: There is a love, not like motherly love, warm as the winter sun; not like fatherly love, thick as a majestic mountain; not like fraternity, delicate, such as trickle. It, no gorgeous modification, seemingly hard and cold, but in fact shock the soul, straight to the heart of the most soft corner. My family moved to the door of an old grandma, usually quiet little language, abridged, no one knows her. One evening, when I came home I happened to meet her in the corridor, out of courtesy, I took the initiative to sound: