Deep love is a responsibility. Anyway, I can't let go of a person and shoulder a responsibility for him. This is a kind of depth and love. If a person is innocent to you and doesn't lift his head when he meets the opposite sex, then he is just addicted to your beauty and only gentle to you. He will stay away from you when he knows that you hate the smell of cigarettes. You know he can't quit. It's not hard to force him, but he always remembers that you hate the smell of cigarettes. After smoking, he ran to brush his teeth like a child who did something wrong and tried to smell the smoke on himself. You see, although love and responsibility are two completely different words, and even the definitions in the dictionary are completely different, what's the difference when it extends to you and me and when it really talks about your love?

Parental love seems to be a responsibility. They got married, worshipped heaven and earth, met their parents, and even a wedding was well known. Before marriage, they were probably in love. After marriage, it is not love but responsibility that runs through. The father has to support the family and the mother has to support the children. The two agreed to have one or two children and raise people, just adults. I can hardly hear them say I love you, just criticize, complain and even bicker. However, I don't think they don't love each other at all

My mother always wears a red headscarf. Surprisingly, I have grown into a big girl. This hijab is twenty years old, but it has always been red and delicate. After washing it several times, I tried to throw it away, but my mother always stopped me. It just sat there quietly. I don't know why, it has a profound meaning, and I have little knowledge now. Also, a long-lost watch, my mother said it was a token of love, and my father gave it to me. I didn't understand it then. I thought the watch was a vulgar thing, and it was everywhere. My mother said like a little woman that it cost your father a month's salary. I realized that a watch that can't tell time might be more meaningful. It is time itself, and we humans can't trace back to the time that we can only remember.

Dad is even worse. He belongs to a big man who can't express his feelings, but it is undeniable that he has changed a lot for this family. From a dude who robbed me of food, he became a real man of flesh and blood. Maybe my father is not so promising, but at least our life is full of flavor and stability under the management of him and his mother. He was once rejected by his mother, dull and irresponsible. Two people can be noisy, and I sometimes think that after so many storms, two people may have turned love into family ties long ago. It's the same no matter how you run. But I don't think so now. My parents proved it themselves, and I believe it.

My dad will worry about my mom coming home late from work. The food is hot again and again, and I have to accompany my brother and sister to finish the meal. I'll have dinner with my mother when she comes home. He doesn't eat much. My mother will worry that my father will not eat breakfast, his stomach will be bad, and he will get up early to cook for him. Even I don't have this blessing Actually, think about it, my parents are the best examples. When love becomes responsibility, it means deep love.