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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:「chángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiēchīlezhāifànshōulepánwǎnjiànjiàntiānwǎnqīnyǐnzhesānzàngchūzhōngzháidàohòubiānzǒuzǒu穿chuānguòjiādàoyǒuzuòcǎotíngtuīkāiméndàomiànzhǐjiànshàngguàzhāngqiánggōngyìngchājiànguòliángshàngliǎngkuàixuèxīngdeqiánggēntóuchāzheduōqiāngdāochābàngzhèngzhōngjiānshèliǎngzhāngzuòqīnqǐngsānzàngzuòzuòsānzàngjiànzhèbānxiōngxiǎnāgǎnjiǔzuòsuìchūlecǎotíngyòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「chángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」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 thatched pavilion is a working armoury — bows and crossbows on all four walls, quivers propped about, two raw tiger-skins slung over the beams, spears and knives and staves planted along the foot of the wall. Boqin offers his guest a seat in it, entirely unaware of the problem. The monk gets out as fast as politeness allows.

yòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「chángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」liǎngshuōhuàxiánxíngjuéhuánghūnzhuǎnqiánzháiānxiē yòuwǎnghòuzàixíngshìzuòyuánziquèkànjìncóngcóngruǐduīhuángshùshùfēngyángguàchìyòujiàndeshēngpǎochūshíláizhīféi鹿zhènhuángzhāngjiànlerénnenechīchīgèngkǒngsānzàngdào:「zhèzhāng鹿xiǎngshìtàibǎoyǎngjiālede?」qīndào:「chángānchéngzhōngrénjiāyǒuqiándecáibǎoyǒuzhuāngdedàoliángmenzhèlièdezhǐyǎngxiēshòubèitiānyīněr。」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 explanation of his half-tame deer is the most companionable thing he says: townsmen with money lay up treasure, men with land lay up grain, and hunters lay up animals against the days when the weather is too foul to hunt. It is a livestock argument, and it puts the wild frontier on exactly the same footing as a Chang'an counting-house.


總評 Commentary

A domestic interlude, and the chapter is in no hurry. Boqin walks his guest round the property, and the two spaces he shows him are pointedly opposite.

First the armoury: weapons on every wall, bloody skins over the beams, a place the squeamish monk cannot bear to sit down in. Then the garden: chrysanthemums heaped yellow, maples hung crimson, and a herd of fat deer that trot out, look at the humans, and are not remotely afraid.

Boqin's account of the deer — savings, essentially, in edible form — folds the whole strange frontier household into the ordinary economics of getting by. It is the last quiet stretch before the memorial service, and it spends its time making the place feel like somewhere people actually live.