Say How Much I Love You说我有多爱你 是让自己说?有什么典故么?

Say How Much I Love You说我有多爱你 是让自己说?有什么典故么?
Say How Much I Love You
说我有多爱你 是让自己说?
有什么典故么?

Say How Much I Love You说我有多爱你 是让自己说?有什么典故么?
说我有多爱你.
　　我记得是以前在读者看到的一篇文章
　　shmily
　　shmily是英文see how much i love you 的缩写,
　　中文的意思:看我有多爱你!
　　此词多为表达爱意时使用.
　　这个词的来源是这篇文章:
　　See how much I love you
　　My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.
　　There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace.
　　This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grand-parents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat.It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky to experience. Grandma and Grandpa hold hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen.
　　They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble..
　　My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
　　Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other. But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body.
　　With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.
　　Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
　　S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
　　By Laura Jeanne Allen
　　下面是中文翻译:
　　《知道我有多爱你》 美 罗伯特 罗杰斯（源自儿童文学）
　　我的祖父和祖母结婚已逾半个世纪,然而多少年来,他们彼此间不倦地玩着一个特殊的游戏：在一个意想不到的地方写下“Shmily”这个词留待对方来发现.他们轮换着在屋前房后留下“Shmily”,一经对方发现,就开始新的一轮.
　　他们用手指在糖罐和面箱里写下“Shmily”,等着准备下一餐饭的对方来发现；他们在覆着霜花的玻璃上写下“Shmily”；一次又一次的热水澡后,总可以看见雾气蒙罩的镜子上留下的“Shmily”.
　　有时,祖母甚至会重卷一整卷卫生纸,只为了在最后一片纸上写下“Shmily”.
　　没有“Shmily”不可能出现的地方.仓促间涂写的“Shmily”会出现在汽车坐垫上,或是一张贴在方向盘轴心的小纸条上.这一类的字条会被塞进鞋子里或是压在枕下.
　　“Shmily”会被书写在壁炉台面的薄尘上,或是勾画在炉内的灰底上.这个神秘的词,像祖父母的家具一样成了他们房间的一部分.
　　直到很久以后,我才能完全理解祖父母之间游戏的意义.年轻时我不懂得爱——那种纯洁且历久弥坚的爱.然而,我从未怀疑过祖父母之间的感情.他们彼此深爱.他们的小游戏已远非调情消遣,那是一种生活方式.他们之间的感情是基于一种深挚的爱和献身精神,不是每一个人都能体验到的.
　　祖父和祖母一有机会就彼此执手相握.他们在小厨房里错身而过时偷吻；他们说完彼此的半截句子；他们一起玩拼字和字谜游戏.祖母常忘情地对我耳语祖父有多可爱迷人,依然还是那么帅气.她骄傲地宣称自己的确懂得“如何选择”.每次餐前他们垂首祈祷时,感谢他们受到的诸多福佑：一个幸福的家庭、好运道和拥有彼此.
　　可是一片乌去遮蔽了祖父母的家：祖母的癌恶化了.首次发现是在10年前.跟以往一样,祖父总是跟祖母肩并肩地走过人生艰难之旅的每一步.为了安慰祖母,祖父将他们的卧房喷涂成黄色,这样在祖母病重不能出屋时,亦能感到周围的阳光.
　　起先,在祖父坚实的手臂和拐杖的帮扶下,他们每天清晨一起去教堂散步和默祷.但随着祖母日见瘦弱,终于,祖父只能独自去教堂,祈求上帝看顾他的妻子.
　　然而那一天,我们担心忧惧的事终于还是发生了,祖母去了.
　　“Shmily”写在祖母葬礼上花束的黄色缎带上.当人群散去,叔伯、姑姑和其他的家庭成员又走上前来最后一次围聚在祖母身旁.祖父步向祖母的灵柩,用颤抖的声音轻轻的唱起“知道我有多么爱你……”透过悲伤的泪,这歌声低沉轻柔地飘入耳来……
　　我终于明白了他们特殊小游戏的意义“S— h— m— I— l— y”：“See how much I love you（知道我多么爱你）”.
　　因悲伤而颤栗着,我永远无法忘记那一刻,这个令人震撼的发现.谢谢你们,祖父祖母,教我懂得了爱.
　　关于这个还有一个小故事呢``
　　在很久很久以前,有一对老夫妻,他们非常的相爱,他们想用一种方式让对方在任何时候能够感受到这份感情.于是他们共同选择了这个单词——Shmily.
　　从此以后,他们就开始玩起了一个只属于他们自己的游戏,他们中的一个人把这个单词写在纸上“藏”在任何一个对方能够发现的地方,也许是对方的衣服口袋里,也许是对方的枕头下面,也许是对方的钱包里,也许,也许……,等对方发现了这个单词,他们就又开始了下一轮的游戏,就是换一个人去藏,另一个人去找,于是,沐浴后浴室的镜子上,早餐的蛋糕上,电话机旁甚至是袜子里,都可以发现这个单词.他们找到这个单词时,总是那么的开心,也坚持一遍又一遍的重复着这个游戏.一直持续了很多年.
　　直到有一天,他们都老了,那个老奶奶再也不能玩这个游戏了,他静静的守在她的身边,老奶奶反复的说着这个单词,告诉他,“下辈子还要和他玩这个游戏.”老爷爷忍不住哭了,他拼命的点着头,老奶奶在他的身边含着笑静静的离开了.
　　老爷爷一个人回了家,开始整理老奶奶的遗物,他在床下面找到了一个盒子,他打开一看,里面装的全是这么多年他写的带有那个单词的纸条.还有一封老奶奶留给他的信,上面只有六个字“亲爱的,向上看”老爷爷慢慢的抬起头,他的泪立刻流了下来,因为他发现在老奶奶住院的时候,老奶奶让人在他们的天花板上用粉色的油漆写下了这个单词.他也明白了为什么那段时间,老奶奶不让他回家……
　　我想这个老爷爷虽然失去了老奶奶,但他依然是幸福的,因为他拥有着那么多美好的回忆,拥有着那么刻骨铭心的感情……
　　听说,后来人们发现在他们的墓碑后面,深深的刻着Shmily.
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