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第三十二回
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自驚自怪
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自驚自怪 Frightened by His Own Shadow

yòuzǒuchùshānfēngláideshènměngdeshēngguādǎogǔnzhìmiànqiányòudiējiǎochuíxiōngdedào:「azhèshìzěndexíngshuōgǎnbiānhuǎngleyòubiànshénmeshùláirén?」yòuzǒuxiàngqiánzhǐjiànbáijǐnglǎodāngtóuzhāzhādeliánjiàoshēngyòudào:「xiūxiūshuōbiānjiùbiānlezhǐguǎnyòubiànzhelǎozěndeláitīngme?」yuánláizhèfānxíngzhěquècénggēnquèjīngguàiluànluàncāiwǎngérshìxíngzhěsuíshēndāizijīngqiěyòuzǒuchùshānfēngláideshènměngdeshēngguādǎogǔnzhìmiànqiányòudiējiǎochuíxiōngdedào:「azhèshìzěndexíngshuōgǎnbiānhuǎngleyòubiànshénmeshùláirén?」yòuzǒuxiàngqiánzhǐjiànbáijǐnglǎodāngtóuzhāzhādeliánjiàoshēngyòudào:「xiūxiūshuōbiānjiùbiānlezhǐguǎnyòubiànzhelǎozěndeláitīngme?」yuánláizhèfānxíngzhěquècénggēnquèjīngguàiluànluàncāiwǎngérshìxíngzhěsuíshēndāizijīngqiě


逐句解 Line by line

yòuzǒuchùshānfēngláideshènměngdeshēngguādǎogǔnzhìmiànqiányòudiējiǎochuíxiōngdedào:「azhèshìzěndexíngshuōgǎnbiānhuǎngleyòubiànshénmeshùláirén?」 yòuzǒuchùshānfēngláideshènměngdeshēngguādǎogǔnzhìmiànqiányòudiējiǎochuíxiōngdedào:「azhèshìzěndexíngshuōgǎnbiānhuǎngleyòubiànshénmeshùláirén?」

As he went on, a mountain wind blew up exceeding fierce, and with a roar it toppled a dead tree, which rolled to a stop before him. Stamping and beating his breast, he cried: “Brother! What’s this now? I’ve said all along I dare not lie — so why turn into a tree to strike me?”

來得甚猛 (lái de shèn měng), "came exceeding fierce" — here shèn ("exceedingly"). 刮倒 dǎo; ; de; the second (甚麼樹) is shén.

yòuzǒuxiàngqiánzhǐjiànbáijǐnglǎodāngtóuzhāzhādeliánjiàoshēngyòudào:「xiūxiūshuōbiānjiùbiānlezhǐguǎnyòubiànzhelǎozěndeláitīngme?」 yòuzǒuxiàngqiánzhǐjiànbáijǐnglǎodāngtóuzhāzhādeliánjiàoshēngyòudào:「xiūxiūshuōbiānjiùbiānlezhǐguǎnyòubiànzhelǎozěndeláitīngme?」

Going still further, he saw a white-necked old crow that cawed several times right over his head; and he said again: “Brother, shame on you, shame on you! I said I wouldn’t make up tales, and I won’t — so why keep turning into a crow? Have you come to listen?”

白頸老鴉 (bái jǐng lǎo yā), "a white-necked old crow." 變著 zhe.

yuánláizhèfānxíngzhěquècénggēnquèjīngguàiluànluàncāiwǎngérshìxíngzhěsuíshēn yuánláizhèfānxíngzhěquècénggēnquèjīngguàiluànluàncāiwǎngérshìxíngzhěsuíshēn

Now this time Pilgrim had not in fact followed him at all; it was the pig himself who took fright at his own shadow and guessed wildly, so that nowhere did he go but he suspected Pilgrim was at his side.

自驚自怪 (zì jīng zì guài), "to take fright at oneself." 那裡 here deictic ("there").

dāizijīngqiě dāizijīngqiě

Of the blockhead’s alarm we say no more for now.

且不題 (qiě bù tí), "we say no more for now" — a storyteller’s formula.


總評 Commentary

The second and third beats — a wind-toppled tree and a cawing crow — complete the comic sequence, each greeted as another of Pilgrim’s transformations. The pig stamps and beats his breast at the tree (“why turn into a tree to strike me?”) and scolds the crow for shamelessness, his protestations of honesty growing more fervent before an audience that exists only in his own fear.

The narrator then lifts the veil: Pilgrim had not followed him this time at all. The whole spectacle has been self-generated — 自驚自怪,亂疑亂猜 — a neat closing irony in which the surveillance that was real (the gnat, the woodpecker) has trained the pig to hallucinate a surveillance that is not, so that even Pilgrim’s absence torments him.