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知道我有多爱你

(2010-07-05 18:58:43)
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非常喜欢此篇英语文摘,并把它翻译成中文

SHMILY

 

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.

 

SHMILY 知道我有多爱你

 

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 grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship as based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held 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. 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 grand-mother'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. SHMILY: See how much I love you.

 

 

译文:知道我有多么爱你

我的祖父母结婚半个多世纪了,他们一直玩着一种属于自己的特殊游戏。游戏的目的是在一个意想不到的地方写“shmily”这个单词,等待对方去发现。他们俩轮流在房间里留下“shmily”,直到他们其中一个发现,就该谁再藏一次。

 

他们通过糖罐和面粉罐用手指去拽“shmily”,等着那个将要做饭的人。他们在窗户的露水上涂写“shmily”,俯瞰天井,在那祖母总是喂我们吃热乎乎的、自制的蓝色布丁。热水浴后,“shmily”被写在镜子的哈气上,每次洗完澡它都会再次出现。

又一次,我祖母甚至把一整卷的卫生纸倒到头,在最后那点纸上留下“shmily”。

“shmily”无处不在。潦草写着“shmily”的纸条出现在仪表盘、车座上,或者贴在方向盘上。纸条被塞在鞋子里和留在枕头下。

“shmily”被写在壁炉上的灰尘中,在灰烬中留下踪迹。这个神秘的词,和家具一样,是我祖父母房间里的一部分。

我花了很长时间才能完全理解祖父母之间游戏的意义。怀疑论让我不相信真正的爱情--那种纯洁而持久的爱情。但是,我从来没怀疑过我祖父母的关系。它不仅仅是一种调情的小游戏,它是一种生活方式。他们的关系是建立在对感情的忠贞与热情之上的,这不是每个人都有足够的幸运可以经历到的。

祖父母会在每个可能的时刻手牵手。当他们在小厨房里撞见时会偷吻对方。他们会完成自己的句子,分享每日的字谜游戏。祖母在我耳边低语,提起我祖父以前有多聪明漂亮,现在有多英俊和有多年迈。每次吃饭前,他们都要鞠躬致谢,对幸福受宠若惊:美好的家庭,好运道和拥有彼此。

但是一片乌云出现在我祖父母的生活中:祖母得了乳腺癌。这个病十年前第一次出现过。和往常一样,祖父伴随着她的每一个脚步。他在他们黄颜色的房间里安慰她,刷成那样是因为她可以在病得不能出去时也能被阳光所包围。

现在癌症再次侵袭她的身体。有拐杖的帮助和祖父坚定大手的搀扶,他们每天早晨都到教堂去。但是我的祖母日渐虚弱,直到最后再也不能走出自己的家。有一段时间,祖父独自去教堂,祈求上帝关照他的妻子。

后来有一天,我们害怕的事情终于发生了。祖母走了。

黄颜色的“shmily” 潦草地写在葬礼花束的粉色丝带上。待人群散去,最后的致哀者将要离开,我的姑姑、叔叔、堂兄妹和其他家庭成员都上前最后一次围在祖母身边。祖父走到祖母的棺木前,颤抖的吸了一口气,开始给她唱歌。透过他的眼泪和悲伤,一首深沉的沙哑的摇篮曲飘了过来。

 

因为悲伤我颤栗着,那一刻将刻骨铭心。因为我知道,虽然我不能开始揣测他们的爱有多深,但我有幸亲眼目睹了无与伦比的美丽。SHMILY:See how much I love you 知道我有多爱你。

 

 

 

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