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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

草亭園圃
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草亭園圃 The Hunter's Bower and Garden

chīlezhāifànshōulepánwǎnjiànjiàntiānwǎnqīnyǐnzhesānzàngchūzhōngzháidàohòubiānzǒuzǒu穿chuānguòjiādàoyǒuzuòcǎotíngtuīkāiméndàomiànzhǐjiànshàngguàzhāngqiánggōngyìngchājiànguòliángshàngliǎngkuàixuèxīngdeqiánggēntóuchāzheduōqiāngdāochābàngzhèngzhōngjiānshèliǎngzhāngzuòqīnqǐngsānzàngzuòzuòsānzàngjiànzhèbānxiōngxiǎnāgǎnjiǔzuòsuìchūlecǎotíngyòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「shìchángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiēchīlezhāifànshōulepánwǎnjiànjiàntiānwǎnqīnyǐnzhesānzàngchūzhōngzháidàohòubiānzǒuzǒu穿chuānguòjiādàoyǒuzuòcǎotíngtuīkāiméndàomiànzhǐjiànshàngguàzhāngqiánggōngyìngchājiànguòliángshàngliǎngkuàixuèxīngdeqiánggēntóuchāzheduōqiāngdāochābàngzhèngzhōngjiānshèliǎngzhāngzuòqīnqǐngsānzàngzuòzuòsānzàngjiànzhèbānxiōngxiǎnāgǎnjiǔzuòsuìchūlecǎotíngyòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「shìchángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiē


逐句解 Line by line

chīlezhāifànshōulepánwǎnjiànjiàntiānwǎnqīnyǐnzhesānzàngchūzhōngzháidàohòubiānzǒuzǒu穿chuānguòjiādàoyǒuzuòcǎotíngtuīkāiméndàomiànzhǐjiànshàngguàzhāngqiánggōngyìngchājiànguòliángshàngliǎngkuàixuèxīngdeqiánggēntóuchāzheduōqiāngdāochābàngzhèngzhōngjiānshèliǎngzhāngzuòqīnqǐngsānzàngzuòzuòsānzàngjiànzhèbānxiōngxiǎnāgǎnjiǔzuòsuìchūlecǎotíng chīlezhāifànshōulepánwǎnjiànjiàntiānwǎnqīnyǐnzhesānzàngchūzhōngzháidàohòubiānzǒuzǒu穿chuānguòjiādàoyǒuzuòcǎotíngtuīkāiméndàomiànzhǐjiànshàngguàzhāngqiánggōngyìngchājiànguòliángshàngliǎngkuàixuèxīngdeqiánggēntóuchāzheduōqiāngdāochābàngzhèngzhōngjiānshèliǎngzhāngzuòqīnqǐngsānzàngzuòzuòsānzàngjiànzhèbānxiōngxiǎnāgǎnjiǔzuòsuìchūlecǎotíng

When they had eaten their vegetarian meal and cleared away the bowls and platters, it gradually grew late. Boqin led Sanzang out of the central hall to stroll about the back. They passed through a covered passage and came to a thatched pavilion; pushing open its door, they went inside. There Sanzang saw, hung on the four walls, several strong bows and stiff crossbows, and quivers of arrows stuck up here and there; over the beams were slung two reeking tiger-skins; against the foot of the wall were planted a great many spears and knives, tridents and staves; and in the very middle stood two seats. Boqin invited Sanzang to sit a while; but Sanzang, seeing how savage and gory a place it was, dared not stay long, and so came out of the thatched pavilion.

The armory-pavilion, hung with weapons and reeking tiger-skins, is the working heart of a hunter's establishment, and its “savage and gory” aspect makes the gentle monk ill at ease — a small touch that keeps the two characters distinct even amid the hospitality.

yòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「shìchángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiē yòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「shìchángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiē

Going on further to the back, they came to a great garden, where one could not take in all the clump on clump of chrysanthemum-buds heaped in yellow, and the tree on tree of maple and poplar hung with crimson. Then, with a sudden rushing sound, out sprang a dozen or so fat deer and a great herd of yellow river-deer, which, at the sight of men, only gazed foolishly and showed no fear at all. Sanzang said: “I suppose the Guardian keeps these deer as a household stock?” Boqin said: “Just as in your city of Chang'an the well-to-do lay up treasure, and the landed lay up stores of grain, so we hunters can only rear a few wild beasts, to provide against the days of foul weather.” The two of them talked and strolled, and before they knew it dusk had come, and they turned back to the front hall to rest.

Boqin's homely analogy — the hunter's herd of half-tame deer set beside the townsman's hoarded treasure and the farmer's stored grain — grounds the wild frontier in the ordinary economy of livelihoods. The scene stays concrete and rustic throughout.


總評 Commentary

An interlude of quiet domestic observation, in which the chapter lingers over the texture of Boqin's establishment. The two spaces the hunter shows his guest are finely contrasted: the thatched armory, bristling with bows and blades and hung with bloody tiger-skins, before which the squeamish monk cannot bear to linger; and the great autumn garden, heaped with chrysanthemums and crimson maples, where a herd of half-tame deer gazes at the visitors without fear. Boqin's explanation of the deer — that a hunter lays up game as a townsman lays up treasure or a farmer his grain — sets the wild frontier household within the familiar order of livelihoods, and the whole passage, unhurried and richly particular, deepens the picture of the world into which the pilgrim has been received before the solemn business of the memorial service begins.