父母的爱,就像淡雅的茶香,温暖又贴心。或许,他们的口头没有太多浓烈的爱语,但他们的一举一动无时无刻不在滋润着我的心田。一天晚上,夜已沉静,柔柔的月光洒满清凉初透的书房,我仍在台灯下欣赏着名人佳作,思绪遨游于知识的海洋。忽然,一阵淡雅的清香徐徐袭来,原来是妈妈为我泡了一杯清茶,她蹑手蹑脚地走进来,悄悄地放在桌子上。茶叶还在水杯中优雅地打着转,但它的 Parents love, like elegant tea, warm and caring. Perhaps, their verbal love is not too much, but their every move all the time moist my heart. One night, the night was quiet, the soft moonlight filled with cool first-pass study, I still enjoy the famous lamp under the lamp, thinking travel in the ocean of knowledge. Suddenly, a burst of elegant fragrance slowly hit, turned out to be my mother soaked a cup of tea, she crept into, quietly on the table. Tea still elegantly dangled in the glass, but it’s