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曉行季秋
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional 含詞賦 With rhapsody

曉行季秋 Setting Out in Late Autumn

zǎoyòushìzhúqiāocányuèluòchàngxiǎoyúnshēngzhòngsēngláishōushícháshuǐzǎozhāixuánzàngsuì穿chuānlejiāshāshàngzhèng殿diànqiánbàidào:「chénxuánzàngqiánwǎng西tiānjīngdànròuyǎnshíhuózhēnxíngjīnyuànshìzhōngféngmiàoshāoxiāngbàisǎodànyuànbēizǎoxiànzhàngliùjīnshēnzhēnjīngliúchuándōng。」zhùhuífāngzhàngjìnzhāizhāièrcóngzhězhěngdùnleānzǎnxíngchéngsānzàngchūleshānménbiézhòngsēngzhòngsēngrěnfēnbiézhísòngyǒushízhīyáoqínlèiérfǎnsānzàngsuìzhí西qiánjìnzhèngshìqiūtiāndànjiànzǎoyòushìzhúqiāocányuèluòchàngxiǎoyúnshēngzhòngsēngláishōushícháshuǐzǎozhāixuánzàngsuì穿chuānlejiāshāshàngzhèng殿diànqiánbàidào:「chénxuánzàngqiánwǎng西tiānjīngdànròuyǎnshíhuózhēnxíngjīnyuànshìzhōngféngmiàoshāoxiāngbàisǎodànyuànbēizǎoxiànzhàngliùjīnshēnzhēnjīngliúchuándōng。」zhùhuífāngzhàngjìnzhāizhāièrcóngzhězhěngdùnleānzǎnxíngchéngsānzàngchūleshānménbiézhòngsēngzhòngsēngrěnfēnbiézhísòngyǒushízhīyáoqínlèiérfǎnsānzàngsuìzhí西qiánjìnzhèngshìqiūtiāndànjiàn

shùcūnluòhuāsuìshùfēngyánghóngzhuìshùcūnluòhuāsuìshùfēngyánghóngzhuì
yānrénhuángshānshuǐhánrénqiáocuìyānrénhuángshānshuǐhánrénqiáocuì
báipínghóngliǎoshuāngtiānxuěluòxiáchángkōngzhuìbáipínghóngliǎoshuāngtiānxuěluòxiáchángkōngzhuì
àndànyúnfēixuánniǎobīnhóngzhìliáoliáoshēngxiāosuìàndànyúnfēixuánniǎobīn鸿hóngzhìliáoliáoshēngxiāosuì

逐句解 Line by line

zǎoyòushìzhúqiāocányuèluòchàngxiǎoyúnshēngzhòngsēngláishōushícháshuǐzǎozhāixuánzàngsuì穿chuānlejiāshāshàngzhèng殿diànqiánbàidào:「chénxuánzàngqiánwǎng西tiānjīngdànròuyǎnshíhuózhēnxíngjīnyuànshìzhōngféngmiàoshāoxiāngbàisǎodànyuànbēizǎoxiànzhàngliùjīnshēnzhēnjīngliúchuándōng。」zhùhuífāngzhàngjìnzhāizhāièrcóngzhězhěngdùnleānzǎnxíngchéngsānzàngchūleshānménbiézhòngsēngzhòngsēngrěnfēnbiézhísòngyǒushízhīyáoqínlèiérfǎnsānzàngsuìzhí西qiánjìnzhèngshìqiūtiāndànjiàn zǎoyòushìzhúqiāocányuèluòchàngxiǎoyúnshēngzhòngsēngláishōushícháshuǐzǎozhāixuánzàngsuì穿chuānlejiāshāshàngzhèng殿diànqiánbàidào:「chénxuánzàngqiánwǎng西tiānjīngdànròuyǎnshíhuózhēnxíngjīnyuànshìzhōngféngmiàoshāoxiāngbàisǎodànyuànbēizǎoxiànzhàngliùjīnshēnzhēnjīngliúchuándōng。」zhùhuífāngzhàngjìnzhāizhāièrcóngzhězhěngdùnleānzǎnxíngchéngsānzàngchūleshānménbiézhòngsēngzhòngsēngrěnfēnbiézhísòngyǒushízhīyáoqínlèiérfǎnsānzàngsuìzhí西qiánjìnzhèngshìqiūtiāndànjiàn

Soon enough the bamboo tapped as the waning moon went down, and the cock crowed as the dawn clouds formed. The monks rose and set out tea-water and the early meal. Xuanzang then donned his cassock, went up to the main hall, and before the Buddha made his obeisance, saying: “Your disciple Chen Xuanzang goes to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures; but these fleshly eyes are dull and deluded, and cannot know the living Buddha's true form. Today I vow: on the road, wherever I come upon a shrine I shall burn incense; wherever I meet a Buddha I shall bow to the Buddha; wherever I meet a stūpa I shall sweep the stūpa. I only pray that our Buddha in his mercy will soon reveal his golden body of sixteen zhàng, and bestow the true scriptures, to be handed down in the Eastern Land.” His prayer done, he returned to the abbot's quarters and took the meal. When it was finished, his two attendants made ready the saddle-horse and urged the journey on. Sanzang came out of the mountain gate and took his leave of the monks; the monks could not bear to part from him, and escorted him a full ten lǐ before they turned back, their eyes brimming. Sanzang then went straight on toward the west. It was just that late-autumn weather, and this was the sight:

丈六金身 — the “golden body of sixteen zhàng,” a conventional measure of the Buddha's radiant, transfigured form (the unit zhàng, about ten Chinese feet, is left untranslated). 遇佛拜佛,遇塔掃塔 — “meeting a Buddha, bow to the Buddha; meeting a stūpa, sweep the stūpa” — a vow whose parallel, formulaic shape marks it as ritual speech. (lǐ), the Chinese “mile,” is likewise left untranslated, with its tone mark.

shùcūnluòhuāsuìshùfēngyánghóngzhuì shùcūnluòhuāsuìshùfēngyánghóngzhuì

About a few villages the trees are bare, the reed-flowers shattered; on a scattering of maples and poplars, red leaves come tumbling down.

A rhapsodic () set-piece of deep autumn. 蘆花 (lú huā), the white plumes of reeds, are “shattered” by wind and frost; 楓楊, maples and poplars, shed their reddened leaves.

yānrénhuángshānshuǐhánrénqiáocuì yānrénhuángshānshuǐhánrénqiáocuì

On the road, through mist and rain, old friends grow few; the yellow chrysanthemums are lovely, the mountains' bones are spare, the waters cold, the lotus broken, and the traveller worn and wan.

山骨 (shān gǔ), the “bones of the mountains,” is the bare rock showing through as the foliage falls; 荷破 is the lotus “broken,” its withered late-season leaves. The clipped three-word phrases (黃菊麗,山骨細) quicken the rhythm in the manner of rhapsodic description.

báipínghóngliǎoshuāngtiānxuěluòxiáchángkōngzhuì báipínghóngliǎoshuāngtiānxuěluòxiáchángkōngzhuì

White duckweed and red knotweed lie like snow beneath the frosty sky; the sinking glow and a lone wild duck fall through the vast heavens.

落霞孤鶩 (“sinking sunset-glow and a solitary duck”) deliberately echoes the celebrated line of Wang Bo's 滕王閣序 (Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng); the allusion lends the passage a literary resonance. 長空 (cháng kōng) is the wide, open sky.

àndànyúnfēixuánniǎobīnhóngzhìliáoliáoshēngxiāosuì àndànyúnfēixuánniǎobīn鸿hóngzhìliáoliáoshēngxiāosuì

Faint and dim, the wild clouds fly; the swallows depart, the guest-geese arrive, and their clamouring, plaintive cries shiver the night.

玄鳥 (xuán niǎo), the “dark birds,” are swallows, which leave in autumn; 賓鴻, the “guest wild-geese,” arrive with the cold. 嘹嘹嚦嚦 is an onomatopoeia for their sharp, broken cries.


總評 Commentary

The passage joins two movements — a prose scene of departure and a long autumnal rhapsody — and the seam between them is instructive. Xuanzang's vow before the Buddha (“meeting a Buddha, bow to the Buddha; meeting a stūpa, sweep the stūpa”) is cast in ritual parallelism, its formulaic symmetry marking it as a solemn, quasi-liturgical act; the monks' tearful escort supplies the human warmth of leave-taking. Then, as the pilgrim turns westward, the narration opens into description: four units of dense seasonal imagery in the free, accumulating manner of the , piling bare trees, shattered reeds, cold waters, and departing birds into a single mood of desolation. The set-piece does double work — rendering the outward landscape and, by its unrelieved bleakness, preparing the emotional ground for the calamity the next chapter will bring. The knowing echo of Wang Bo (落霞孤鶩) is characteristic of the novel's texture, which threads high-literary allusion through its popular narrative fabric.