爱如茉莉映子那是一个飘浮着橘黄色光影的美丽黄昏,我从一本缠绵悱恻、荡气回肠的爱情小说中抬起酸胀的眼睛,不禁对着一旁修剪茉莉花枝的母亲冲口说:“妈妈,你爱爸爸吗?”妈妈先是一愣,继而微红了脸,嗔怪道:“死丫头,问些什么莫名其妙的问题!”我见从妈妈口中诱不出什么秘密,便改变了问话的方式:“妈,那你说真爱像什么?”妈妈寻思 Love is like a beautiful sunset floating in orange light and shadow. I lifted my sore eyes from a lingering, soul-stirring romance novels. I could not help but blurted out to the mother who trimmed jasmine branches: “Mother , You love my father? ”“ Mom first surprised a moment, and then reddish face, 嗔 strange: ”Dead girl, asked what some inexplicable problem!“ ”I see no secrets from the mouth of my mother, it changed Way to ask questions: “Mom, what do you really love like?” "Mom muses