有一种爱,它如高山,如深海,那是父母的爱;有一种爱,它缠绵如雨,灯火相随,那是陪伴;有一种爱,它轰轰烈烈,无怨无悔,那是守候。而有一种爱,它没有高山和深海的伟大,没有陪伴的灯火相随,也没有轰轰烈烈的守候,它寂寞而温暖,它就是沉默。小时候,常坐在爷爷肩头,耍在田间小路。那时的 There is a kind of love, it is like mountains, such as the deep sea, it is the love of parents; there is a kind of love, it lingering rain, accompanied by light, it is accompanied; there is a love, it is vigorous, no regrets, it is waiting. And there is a love, it is not the great mountains and deep sea, accompanied by the lights accompanied, there is no vigorous waiting, it is lonely and warm, it is silence. As a child, often sitting on my grandfather’s shoulder, playing in the field path. at that time