原文 Original text
繁體 Traditional
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含詞賦 With rhapsody
擒進洞
Borne into the Cave
原來是道路不平,未曾細看,忽被蓏蘿藤絆了個踉蹌。掙起來正走,又被一個小妖睡倒在地,扳著他腳跟,撲的又跌了個狗吃屎。被一群趕上按住,抓鬃毛,揪耳朵,扯著腳,拉著尾,扛扛擡擡,擒進洞去。咦!正是:原来是道路不平,未曾细看,忽被蓏萝藤绊了个踉跄。挣起来正走,又被一个小妖睡倒在地,扳著他脚跟,扑的又跌了个狗吃屎。被一群赶上按住,抓鬃毛,揪耳朵,扯著脚,拉著尾,扛扛擡擡,擒进洞去。咦!正是:
一身魔發難消滅,萬種災生不易除。一身魔发难消灭,万种灾生不易除。
逐句解 Line by line
原來是道路不平,未曾細看,忽被蓏蘿藤絆了個踉蹌。
原来是道路不平,未曾细看,忽被蓏萝藤绊了个踉跄。
Now the ground was uneven, and, not having looked carefully, he was of a sudden tripped by a trailing vine into a stagger.
蓏蘿藤 (luǒ luó téng), "a trailing vine." 絆了個踉蹌, "tripped into a stagger" — 踉蹌 liàng qiàng.
掙起來正走,又被一個小妖睡倒在地,扳著他腳跟,撲的又跌了個狗吃屎。
挣起来正走,又被一个小妖睡倒在地,扳著他脚跟,扑的又跌了个狗吃屎。
Struggling up and setting off again, he was brought down by a little fiend lying flat on the ground, who caught him by the heel, so that he pitched forward — flop! — into a dog’s-dinner sprawl.
睡倒在地 (shuì dǎo zài dì), "lying flat on the ground" — 倒 dǎo. 狗吃屎, "a face-first sprawl." 扳著 — 著 zhe.
被一群趕上按住,抓鬃毛,揪耳朵,扯著腳,拉著尾,扛扛擡擡,擒進洞去。
被一群赶上按住,抓鬃毛,揪耳朵,扯著脚,拉著尾,扛扛擡擡,擒进洞去。
A whole troop caught up and pinned him — clutching his bristles, yanking his ears, hauling his feet, dragging his tail — and, heaving and lugging, bore him captive into the cave.
扛扛擡擡 (káng káng tái tái), "heaving and lugging." 擒進洞, "bore captive into the cave." 扯著/拉著 — 著 zhe (twice).
咦!正是:
咦!正是:
Ah! Truly it was a case of:
正是 (zhèng shì), "truly it was a case of" — the storyteller’s lead-in to the closing couplet.
一身魔發難消滅,萬種災生不易除。
一身魔发难消灭,万种灾生不易除。
A body’s worth of demon-troubles, hard to be undone; ten thousand kinds of calamity arising, not easily removed.
一身魔發 (yì shēn mó fā), "a body’s worth of demon-troubles." 萬種災生, "ten thousand kinds of calamity arising."
總評 Commentary
The capture is staged as escalating slapstick: fleeing over rough ground, Eight Rules is tripped by a vine into a stagger, then floored a second time by a fiend who catches his heel, pitching him into a “dog’s-dinner sprawl.” The indignities mount in the physical-comedy register that has governed his whole episode.
The little fiends then swarm him — clutching bristles, yanking ears, hauling feet and tail — and heave him bodily into the cave, and the chapter’s closing couplet universalizes the moment into the language of the pilgrimage’s ordeals: a body’s worth of “demon-troubles” hard to undo, ten thousand calamities “not easily removed.” The Wood-Mother has met the disaster the title foretold.