What is love? There are maybe hundreds of thousands of definitions in everyone’s mind. But for me, one kind of depiction is enough. Let me tell you a story first.

My father got married with my mother when he was 33. They lived only bland life rather than impressive and romantic love history. Even worse, my dad never said that “three words, eight letters” ( I love you ) to my mom. Every day, there are no honey words but pure-hearted greetings, no fresh flowers but vegetables. (By the way, that is for dinner) My mom told me that even during the special period of her pregnancy, it was the same way of life style except for more delicious fish soup, telephone calls and regular accompany in hospital.

In the past, my father was always bearing onerous work. Thus he got into the habit of smoking as most other males would do to smooth the mood. However, I have never seen him smoking since I began to remember. My head had been spinning from the problem for ten years until I found my mother’s medical records at the time when I was born. The doctor’s penmanship demonstrated obviously that smoking did great harm to both the fetus and mother, which stirred up a kind of emotions welling up in my heart. Absolutely, love is not incredible wonders but consistence of being together, dedication, caring and understanding. That is what I gained from a husband and father.

When it comes to like, what is like? It is related with friends maintaining a feeling. As we express like by friendship, it demands us to be honest, considerate and also means sincere blessing, encouragement.

Sevral years ago, my national college entrance examination was a really nightmare for me. I got collapsed and exhausted those days. I was always deeming that my life was over. Two-month summer vocation equaled two years for me. However, I didn’t receive a single friend’s conciliation which put me into another abysm. Everyone in this world had forgotten me, I was totally invisible to everyone. However, when I repacked up my confidence and smiled in college, those “indifferent” friends sent their greetings and helloes from time to time. They told me that they just preferred licking-the-wounds-by-myself to their insignificant pities. How outstanding friends I have. They taught me the correct way to grow up.

Sometimes, this relationship can be the most innocent page of each one’s life. If love is a glass of mellow wine worthy of being enjoyed, while like is a glass of water deserved reminiscing. You should love with your heart while you must like follow your feelings. Meanwhile, we do not need to seek for a balance for love and like. What we desire is to respect to our nature.

The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves

Even if we are otherwise lonely, we go through life in the company of this ever-expanding society of characters and images.

I enjoyed her company, her voice from the sky.