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One evening we all hustled into the car to drive to a Christmas party at the home of family friends。 We were a little behind schedule because my mom； sister； and I had gotten home late after spending a long day writing checks； signing charge slips； and bringing hysterical grins of joy to the faces of local merchants at a nearby mall。
My mom looked across the front seat at my dad and said； “Whew！ What a busy day！I feel like I haven’t seen you in a week！”
My dad grunted； checked the rearview mirror； and changed lanes at something approximating the speed of light。
My mom reached over and twirled a lock of my dad’s hair around her finger。 “I know！Let’s look at each other。 For just a minute。 In the eyes。”
My dad responded this time。 He groaned。 “Honey； I’m driving。”
“Ten seconds。 Five！I haven’t seen you all day。 I need to look into your eyes。 Are you ready？”
He shook his head。 “I can’t look right now。 We’ll have a wreck！”
“At the next light。”
At the speed we were traveling； we hit the next red light in no time。 And sure enough； holding hands across the front seat； my parents turned and gazed into each other’s eyes。 “Hi；” my mom said。 “Hi；” my dad said warmly back。
Then the light changed； the gas pedal hit the floor； and the race was on again。 Nothing had changed； and yet everything had changed。 Most of all； I was silently moved by what I had witnessed： a small harbor of reconnection in a raging hurricane of activity and distraction。
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平淡的爱（1）
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丈夫是一位职业工程师。我迷恋于他沉稳的性格，以及靠在他宽厚肩膀上的温暖感觉。恋爱三年，结婚两年，如今我不得不承认我有些厌烦了。之前爱他的一些原因，现在变成了厌烦的理由。我是个感性的人，感情上极为敏感。我渴望浪漫的时刻，就像一个渴望糖果的小女孩。丈夫与我完全相反，他反应迟钝，缺乏浪漫细胞，无法为我们的生活增添浪漫，我因此对爱情失去了信心。最终有一天，我坚决地告诉他我的决定，我要离婚。
“怎么了？”他十分惊异地问。“我厌倦了，世界上的事没有那么多怎么了！”我回答说。一整晚，他都很沉默，一直在抽烟，仿佛陷入了沉思。
我的失望有增无减，他甚至连自己的困境都无法表达出来，我还能指望他什么？最后他问我：“我怎么做才能让你改变主意？”有人说得对，江山易改，本性难移。我想我已经开始对他失去信心了。
我凝视着他的眼睛，缓慢地回答：“这里有个问题，如果你的回答能让我满意的话，我就改变主意。打个比方，我很想要长在悬崖上的一朵花，而我们都知道摘那朵花会付出生命的代价，你会不会为我去摘？”他说：“我明天给你答案……”听到他的回答，我的希望彻底破灭了。
翌日早上，我醒来时，发现他已经走了，前门餐桌上的牛奶杯下有一张纸条，他用潦草的笔迹这样写道：
“亲爱的，我不会去为你摘那朵花的，但请允许我作一下解释。”这第一行字已经让我心碎。我继续读着，“你用电脑时，总会弄乱程序，然后对着显示器哭，我必须留着手指为你修复程序。
“你总会忘带钥匙，因此我得留着双腿，跑回家为你开门。你热爱旅行，但在陌生的城市总会迷路。我得留着眼睛为你指路。
“每月，当好朋友来临时，你总会痛经。我得留着手掌以抚慰你的腹痛。你喜欢待在屋里，我担心你会得忧郁症。我得留着嘴巴为你讲笑话故事，以驱散你的烦闷无聊。
“你总会盯着电脑，这对眼睛没有好处。我得留着眼睛，当我们都老了的时候，我可以帮你剪指甲，帮你拔掉那些恼人的白头发。这样，我还可以牵着你的手漫步在海边，享受阳光和美丽的沙滩……对你说那些花的色彩就像你洋溢着青春面颊上的红晕……
“因此，亲爱的，除非我相信有人爱你比我更深……否则我绝不会为摘那朵花而死……”我的眼泪滴落在信上，模糊了他的字迹……我继续读下去……
“现在，你知道了我的答案，如果你感到满意，就打开前门，我正拿着你最爱的面包和鲜牛奶站在外面……”
我冲过去，拉开门，看到他一脸焦虑地紧握着牛奶瓶和面包……如今，我确切地知道没有人比他更爱我，于是决定将花的事扔到一边……
这就是生活，这就是爱。当一个人被爱包围时，激动的感觉会逐渐淡化，而人们却忽视了在平淡与单调中所隐藏的真爱。
■ 心灵小语
简单爱，简单生活。真挚的爱情在平淡的生活里会日渐被人遗忘，可是，你有没有想到，这种简单的爱情是经得住时间考验的。你终会发现，原来简单的爱才是最真实的！
A Deep Love without Passion
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My husband is an engineer by profession。 I love him for his steady nature； and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders。 Three years of courtship and now； two years into marriage； I would have to admit； that I am getting tired of it。 The reasons of my loving him before； have now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness。 I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it es to a relationship and my feelings。 I yearn for the romantic moments； like a little girl yearning for candy。 My husband； is my plete opposite； his lack of sensitivity； and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love。 One day； I finally decided to tell him my decision； that I wanted a divorce。txt电子书分享平台
平淡的爱（2）
“Why？” he asked； shocked。 “I am tired； there are no reasons for everything in the world！ ” I answered。 He kept silent the whole night； seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times。
My feeling of disappointment only increased； here was a man who can’t even express his predicament； what else can I hope from him？ And finally he asked me； “What can I do to change your mind？” Somebody said it right； it’s hard to change a person’s personality； and I guess； I have started losing faith in him。
Looking deep into his eyes； I slowly answered； “Here is the question； if you can answer and convince my heart； I will change my mind。 Let’s say； I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff； and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death； will you do it for me？” He said； “I will give you my answer tomorrow 。。。” My hopes just sank by listening to his response。
I woke up the next morning to find him gone； and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting； underneath a milk glass； on the dining table near the front door； that goes 。。。
“My dear； I would not pick that flower for you； but please allow me to explain the reasons further。” This first line has already broken my heart。 I continued reading。 “When you use the puter you always mess up the software programs； and you cry in front of the screen； I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs。
“You always leave the house keys behind； thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you。 You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city； I have to save my eyes to show you the way。
“You always have the cramps whenever your‘good friend’ approaches every month； I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy。 You like to stay indoors； and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism。 I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom。
“You always stare at the puter； and that will do nothing good for your eyes； I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old； I can help to clip your nails； and help to remove those annoying white hairs。 So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach； as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand 。。。 and tell you the colour of flowers； just like the color of the glow on your young face 。。。
“Thus； my dear； unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do 。。。 I could not pick that flower yet； and die 。。。” My tears fell on the letter； and blurred the ink of his handwriting 。。。 and as I continued reading 。。。“Now； that you have finished reading my answer； if you are satisfied； please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk 。。。”
I rushed to pull open the door； and saw his anxious face； clutching tightly with his hands； the milk bottle and loaf of bread 。。。 Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does； and I have decided to leave the flower alone 。。。
That’s life； and love。 When one is surrounded by love； the feeling of excitement fades away； and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness。
天底下最真挚的爱情（1）
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我一个朋友正处于热恋之中，她幸福地坦言，恋爱时，天空似乎更蓝了。莫扎特的音乐让她感动得流泪。恋爱使她的体重减轻了15磅，她看起来像个封面女郎。
“我又年轻了！”她兴奋地喊道。
在朋友对她的新欢赞不绝口时，我又重新审视我的旧爱。丈夫斯科特与我结婚快20年了，体重增加了15磅，曾是马拉松选手的他，如今却只能从楼上跑到楼下的医院大厅。他的发际线不断后移。从体形可以看出，他经常超负荷地工作，并且甜食吃得太多。但约会时，餐桌对面的他仍会向我使某种眼色，使我领会其中的含义，结账回家。
当朋友问我“是什么使你们的爱持续至今”时，我毫不犹豫地列举了一些显性因素：责任感、共同的兴趣爱好、无私、身体吸引力，再者就是沟通。当然，还有其他诸多因素：我们会时常寻找乐趣，创造一些欢乐时光。昨天，斯科特把捆报纸的橡皮筋拉下来，然后调皮地弹向我，“战争”由此一发而不可收拾；上周六在杂货店，我们把购物单一分为二，比赛谁先抢购完到达收银台，谁就是胜利者；即便是一起洗碗，我们也要打斗一番。只要在一起，我们就开开心心的。
我与斯科特常会给对方带来惊喜。一次，我回到家，发现门上贴着一张小纸条，上面的内容指引我找到了另一张纸条，接着又是一张，最后指引我走到小储藏室。我打开门，发现斯科特手里捧着“金罐子”（我的蒸煮锅），还拿着一个装着“财富”的大礼包。有时我也会把写给他的纸条贴在镜子上，偷偷地在�