有一种爱情我们真的不懂。原来争吵也是因为有爱,生命中有爱便能在风雨中相依一生。一直到现在我都不太相信父母竟会相伴到老。从记事起,父亲总是整天奔波忙碌,我们几个孩子经常接连几天都看不到父亲的踪影。每当问及母亲,母亲总是微微皱着眉头敷衍两句。父亲偶尔回家,家中也往往充斥着火药味儿。父母都是急性子,天生的火药桶,有一点火星就能把家里炸得鸡飞狗跳。 There is a love we really do not understand. The original quarrel is also because of love, love in life will be dependent on life in the storm. Until now I did not quite believe my parents would go with them. From memoir, my father is always running around busy day after day, several of our children often fail to see the traces of his father. When asked about the mother, the mother always frowned slightly perfunctory sentence. Occasionally, my father returns home, often filled with gunpowder. Parents are acute, born powder barrels, a little Mars will be able to fry the house.