Canonical Classics ← 第十三回
第十三回
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Trapped in the Tiger's Den, the Gold Star Dispels the Peril · At Twin-Fork Ridge, Liu Boqin Takes In the Monk

山莊在望
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional 含詞賦 With rhapsody

山莊在望 The Farmstead Comes into View

zhīshǒuzhízhechāzhīshǒutuōzhezàiqiányǐnsānzàngqiānzhesuíhòuérxíng𨓦xíngguòshānjiànzuòshānzhuāngménqiánzhēnshìzhīshǒuzhízhechāzhīshǒutuōzhezàiqiányǐnsānzàngqiānzhesuíhòuérxíng𨓦xíngguòshānjiànzuòshānzhuāngménqiánzhēnshì

cāntiānshùmànhuāngténgcāntiānshùmànhuāngténg
wànfēngchénlěngqiānxiàngwànfēngchénlěngqiānxiàng
jìnghuāxiāngshù竿gānyōuzhújìnghuāxiāngshù竿gānyōuzhú绿
cǎoménlóuyuànkānmiáokānhuàcǎoménlóuyuànkānmiáokānhuà
shíbǎnqiáobáizhēnzhēnshíbǎnqiáobáizhēnzhēn
qiūróngxiāosuǒshuǎnggāoqiūróngxiāosuǒshuǎnggāo
dàobànghuángluòlǐngshàngbáiyúnpiāodàobànghuángluòlǐngshàngbáiyúnpiāo
shūlínnèishānqínguāguāzhuāngménwàiquǎnliáoliáoshūlínnèishānqínguāguāzhuāngménwàiquǎnliáoliáo

逐句解 Line by line

zhīshǒuzhízhechāzhīshǒutuōzhezàiqiányǐnsānzàngqiānzhesuíhòuérxíng𨓦xíngguòshānjiànzuòshānzhuāngménqiánzhēnshì zhīshǒuzhízhechāzhīshǒutuōzhezàiqiányǐnsānzàngqiānzhesuíhòuérxíng𨓦xíngguòshānjiànzuòshānzhuāngménqiánzhēnshì

With one hand gripping his trident and the other dragging the tiger, he led the way in front, and Sanzang, leading his horse, came along behind. Winding on across the mountain slope, they suddenly caught sight of a farmstead. Before its gate, the sight was truly this:

迤𨓦 (yǐ lǐ), “winding along,” is a variant writing of 迤邐; 𨓦 (U+284E6) is a rare graph lying outside the Basic Multilingual Plane — the first such astral character to appear in this chapter.

cāntiānshùmànhuāngténg cāntiānshùmànhuāngténg

Ancient trees that pierce the sky; wild vines that overrun the path.

The rhapsody paints the farmstead's setting — remote, rustic, and half-wild.

wànfēngchénlěngqiānxiàng wànfēngchénlěngqiānxiàng

In ten thousand ravines the wind-blown dust is cold; on a thousand cliffs the aspect is strange and rare.

jìnghuāxiāngshù竿gānyōuzhú jìnghuāxiāngshù竿gānyōuzhú绿

Along one path the wild flowers' fragrance clings to the body; a few stems of secluded bamboo hang green and lush.

cǎoménlóuyuànkānmiáokānhuà cǎoménlóuyuànkānmiáokānhuà

A thatched gate-tower, a wattle-fenced yard — fit to be sketched, fit to be painted;

shíbǎnqiáobáizhēnzhēn shíbǎnqiáobáizhēnzhēn

a flagstone bridge, whitewashed earthen walls — truly delightful, truly rare.

qiūróngxiāosuǒshuǎnggāo qiūróngxiāosuǒshuǎnggāo

The face of autumn is bleak and desolate; the crisp air stands lofty and alone.

dàobànghuángluòlǐngshàngbáiyúnpiāo dàobànghuángluòlǐngshàngbáiyúnpiāo

By the road the yellow leaves are falling; over the ridge the white clouds drift.

shūlínnèishānqínguāguāzhuāngménwàiquǎnliáoliáo shūlínnèishānqínguāguāzhuāngménwàiquǎnliáoliáo

Within the sparse woods the mountain birds go clamouring; outside the farmstead gate the little dogs go yapping.


總評 Commentary

A quieter rhapsody than the combat-piece before it, and tonally a hinge. As Boqin leads the pilgrim, tiger in tow, over the slope to his home, the verse turns from violence to a rustic idyll — ancient trees and wild vines, a thatched gate and whitewashed walls, falling leaves and drifting clouds, the homely noise of mountain birds and yard dogs. “Fit to be sketched, fit to be painted,” it says of the scene, and the description indeed has the composed quality of a landscape painting. The passage completes the chapter's movement from the wilderness into the human world; the farmstead, remote and rough as it is, is a place of shelter, and its gate marks the threshold of the hospitality that fills the rest of the chapter.