parental love My mother slipped down on an icy slope in front of the door of our house, when she was going to the small store which is near my house to buy a drink for me. After the lunch I wanted some drink, I wanted “冰糖雪梨”. When I was going to buy it, my mother stopped me, for I was wearing nightdress. I said it didn’t care, the store was just near our house, but she strongly disagreed, and she said she would get it for me. I went to the door with her, and she slipped down, the weather is bad, it is sleeting, so the slope was iced up. But when I asked her to get in, she insisted to buy the drink for me. When she came back with “冰糖雪梨”, she showed me her thumb of her left hand, the nail of it was bruised. I thought of a story which I heard in an internet public class offered by Minzu University of China, the content of it was about the Confucian doctrine. It was said that in ancient Japan, there was a custom that when people were old, they would be abandoned by their young clansman, because the productivity was so low at that time that they couldn’t support the old. One day, a young man was carrying his old mother pack aback toward the deep of the mountain. He was going to abandon her there. As the son was going forward, the old woman kept breaking branches around her and throwing them down on the ground. The son confused and asked why, the old woman answered :“ the mountain was so deep, I am making marks, so that you won’t get lost when you are back.” The young man busted into tears. So as is today, though it is an ordinary incident, I was so moved, it again reminded me that I am living in love which is so deep, and I’ve ever been and I will always be in the love that my parents give me.