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Tripitaka Does Not Forget His Origin · The Four Saints Test the Meditative Heart

議親許女
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議親許女 The Three Daughters

réndào:「shìdīnghàiniánsānyuèchūsānyǒushíshēngniánsānsuìjīnniánshísuìérmíngzhēnzhēnjīnniánèrshísuìmíngàiàijīnniánshísuìsānxiǎomíngliánliánjīnniánshíliùsuìcéngpèirénjiāsuīshìxiǎorénchǒulòuquèxìngxiǎoyǒufēnyángōngzhēnzhǐsuǒhuìyīnshìxiānmendàngérzikànyǎngxiǎoshícéngjiàoxiēshūdōuxiǎoxiēyínshīzuòduìsuīránzhùshānzhuāngshìshífēnzhīlèiliàoxiǎngpèideguòlièwèizhǎnglǎoruòkěnfàngkāihuáibàozhǎngliútóushèxiàzuòjiāzhǎng穿chuānlíngzhuójǐnshèngqiángmángxiéyún。」sānzàngzuòzàishàngmiànhǎo便biànléijīngdeháizilíndexiāzhǐshìdāidāizhēngzhēngfānbáiyǎnéryǎngréndào:「shìdīnghàiniánsānyuèchūsānyǒushíshēngniánsānsuìjīnniánshísuìérmíngzhēnzhēnjīnniánèrshísuìmíngàiàijīnniánshísuìsānxiǎomíngliánliánjīnniánshíliùsuìcéngpèirénjiāsuīshìxiǎorénchǒulòuquèxìngxiǎoyǒufēnyángōngzhēnzhǐsuǒhuìyīnshìxiānmendàngérzikànyǎngxiǎoshícéngjiàoxiēshūdōuxiǎoxiēyínshīzuòduìsuīránzhùshānzhuāngshìshífēnzhīlèiliàoxiǎngpèideguòlièwèizhǎnglǎoruòkěnfàngkāi怀huáibàozhǎngliútóushèxiàzuòjiāzhǎng穿chuānlíngzhuójǐnshèngqiángmángxiéyún。」sānzàngzuòzàishàngmiànhǎo便biànléijīngdeháizilíndexiāzhǐshìdāidāizhēngzhēngfānbáiyǎnéryǎng


逐句解 Line by line

réndào:「shìdīnghàiniánsānyuèchūsānyǒushíshēngniánsānsuìjīnniánshísuì réndào:「shìdīnghàiniánsānyuèchūsānyǒushíshēngniánsānsuìjīnniánshísuì

The woman said, "I was born in the dīng-hài year, on the third day of the third month, in the hour of yǒu; my late husband was three years my senior, and I am this year forty-five."

She produces her own horoscope, which is what a matchmaker would hand over about the bride. 丁亥年 is a year named in the sixty-year cycle that pairs the ten Heavenly Stems with the twelve Earthly Branches; 酉時 is the hour of the Cock, roughly five to seven in the evening. 故夫 is my late husband. Birth data of exactly this kind was matched between families before any Chinese marriage was agreed, so handing it over unprompted is a broad hint.

érmíngzhēnzhēnjīnniánèrshísuìmíngàiàijīnniánshísuìsānxiǎomíngliánliánjīnniánshíliùsuìcéngpèirénjiā érmíngzhēnzhēnjīnniánèrshísuìmíngàiàijīnniánshísuìsānxiǎomíngliánliánjīnniánshíliùsuìcéngpèirénjiā

"My eldest girl is named Zhenzhen, this year twenty; the second is named Aiai, this year eighteen; the third little one is named Lianlian, this year sixteen — and none is yet betrothed to any family."

The daughters' names give the game away as loudly as the surnames did: 真真, True-true; 愛愛, Love-love; 憐憐, Pity-pity. These are not names, they are labels on a set of qualities. 俱不曾許配, none is yet promised in marriage — the crucial commercial detail, saved for last.

suīshìxiǎorénchǒulòuquèxìngxiǎoyǒufēnyángōngzhēnzhǐsuǒhuì suīshìxiǎorénchǒulòuquèxìngxiǎoyǒufēnyángōngzhēnzhǐsuǒhuì

"Homely though I am, my girls are lucky enough to have some measure of good looks, and in women's work — needle and thread — there is nothing they cannot do."

醜陋, plain and ill-favoured, is conventional self-deprecation and nobody is meant to believe it. 幾分顏色 is a few degrees of good looks; 女工針指 is women's work, needle and thread; 無所不會, there is nothing they cannot do.

yīnshìxiānmendàngérzikànyǎngxiǎoshícéngjiàoxiēshūdōuxiǎoxiēyínshīzuòduì yīnshìxiānmendàngérzikànyǎngxiǎoshícéngjiàoxiēshūdōuxiǎoxiēyínshīzuòduì

"Because my late husband had no son, I raised them as though they were sons; in their childhood I even had them read some Confucian books, and they all know a little of chanting verse and matching couplets."

One segment, two readings of the same character, side by side. In 無子 the is the full noun , a son; in the 兒子 that follows it is the light suffix zi. 當兒子看養, raised them as sons, takes as the verb dàng, to treat as. is dōu; 曉得 has the structural de. 吟詩作對, chanting verse and matching couplets, is the accomplishment of a genteel household — she is advertising education alongside looks.

suīránzhùshānzhuāngshìshífēnzhīlèiliàoxiǎngpèideguòlièwèizhǎnglǎo suīránzhùshānzhuāngshìshífēnzhīlèiliàoxiǎngpèideguòlièwèizhǎnglǎo

"Though we dwell in a mountain manor, we are not of the utterly coarse and vulgar sort; I should think we might well be a match for you gentlemen elders."

那十分粗俗 takes the pointing (), with 十分 meaning utterly. 配得過, good enough to be matched with, uses the structural de; 列位長老, you several elders, reads as zhǎng.

ruòkěnfàngkāihuáibàozhǎngliútóushèxiàzuòjiāzhǎng穿chuānlíngzhuójǐnshèngqiángmángxiéyún。」 ruòkěnfàngkāi怀huáibàozhǎngliútóushèxiàzuòjiāzhǎng穿chuānlíngzhuójǐnshèngqiángmángxiéyún。」

"If you would but open your hearts, grow out your hair and keep a full head of it, and become masters of my house — wearing damask and silk brocade — it would be far better than begging-bowl and black robe, straw sandals and rain-hat."

Now she puts the two lives side by side and asks them to choose. 長髮留頭 is to let the hair grow and keep it — that is, to abandon the monk's shaved head, the visible mark of the vow; here is zhǎng, to grow. 家長, head of household, also takes zhǎng. 著錦, to wear brocade, takes as the lexical zhuó, to put on. Against silk she sets 瓦缽緇衣 and 芒鞋雲笠, clay bowl and black robe, straw sandals and rain-hat — the monk's entire kit, itemised so it sounds like poverty rather than freedom.

sānzàngzuòzàishàngmiànhǎo便biànléijīngdeháizilíndexiāzhǐshìdāidāizhēngzhēngfānbáiyǎnéryǎng sānzàngzuòzàishàngmiànhǎo便biànléijīngdeháizilíndexiāzhǐshìdāidāizhēngzhēngfānbáiyǎnéryǎng

Tripitaka sat above them, for all the world like a child startled by thunder, like a toad in a downpour: only stiff and staring, rolling up the whites of his eyes and tipping backward.

The novel gives up on dignity for a moment and just describes him. 雷驚的孩子, 雨淋的蝦蟆 — a child startled by thunder, a toad caught in a downpour (孩子 with the light suffix zi). 呆呆掙掙 is dazed and rigid; 翻白眼 is to roll the whites of the eyes up. He is not arguing. He is having something closer to a seizure.


總評 Commentary

The proposal turns concrete. She lays out her horoscope like a matchmaker's card and parades the three daughters — names, ages, looks, accomplishments — much as a father would advertise sons: raised as sons for want of one, literate, taught verse and needlework, and pointedly not yet promised to anybody. The names, True, Love and Pity, mark them out with the and surnames as figures in a test rather than women with lives.

The inducement narrows to a straight choice. Grow the shaved head out, put on damask and brocade, be master of a great house — or keep the begging bowl, the black robe, the straw sandals and the rain-hat. The whole apparatus of the religious life is weighed item against item with the comforts of the world, and she leans on the scale without embarrassment.

Tripitaka's reply is his most helpless yet, and the narrator renders it as farce: a child struck dumb by thunder, a toad in the rain, eyes rolled white, body tipping backwards. The comedy is precise. The saint's virtue here is not a good argument but a total incapacity to engage — a holiness that, watched from outside, looks a lot like a fit.