那是一个飘浮着朵朵白云的上午,我忽然向在一旁看书的妈妈问道:“妈妈,您爱爸爸吗?”妈妈想了想,缓缓地说:“已经不只是爱,而是变成了亲。爸爸就像你一样是我最亲最近的人。”我顿时愣在了那里,好半天才缓过神来,接着问:“妈妈,那您说真爱像什么?”妈妈神秘一笑,脱口而出:“像李馨竹,哈哈!”“什么?李馨竹?没搞错吧?为什么呀?”妈妈的回答让我大吃一惊——“爱像李馨竹一样细致、贴心,而又有些调皮、捣蛋!”昨天,妈妈照样给爸爸打电话,问爸爸什么时候回来。爸爸说:“不确定,我的手……唔……快,很快就回来了。” It was a floating white clouds in the morning, I suddenly went to read the mother asked: “” Mom, do you love my father? “” Mom thought for a moment, slowly: “is not just love, But turned into a pro.Dad is like you are my closest relatives. ”“ I suddenly froze there, for a long time before God, then asked: ”Mom, what do you really love like ? “Mommy mysterious smile, blurted out: ” Like Li Xinzhu, haha! “” What? Li Xinzhu? No mistake? Why?? “My mother’s surprise surprised me - ” Love like Li Xinzhu same meticulous, Intimate, but some naughty, trick or treat! “Yesterday, my mother also called my father to ask my father when to come back. Dad said: ”I’m not sure, my hand ... uh ... fast, it’s coming back soon.“ ”