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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（看我是多么爱你）" 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. Theysmeared（涂抹，擦上）it in thedew（珠，滴）on the windows overlooking thepatio（露台，天井）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（一度，在某处）, 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（乱画）hurriedly were found ondashboards（仪表盘）and car seats, or taped tosteering wheels（方向盘）. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon themantel（壁炉架）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 theirflirtatious（轻浮的）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. | 
