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蕉扇搧火
The Plantain Fan Raises Fire
那魔慌了,將左手擎著寶劍,右手伸於項後,取出芭蕉扇子,望東南丙丁火,正對離宮,唿喇的一扇子搧將下來只見那就地上,火光焰焰。原來這般寶貝,平白地搧出火來。那怪物著實無情,一連搧了七八扇子,熯天熾地,烈火飛騰。那魔慌了,将左手擎著宝剑,右手伸于项后,取出芭蕉扇子,望东南丙丁火,正对离宫,唿喇的一扇子扇将下来只见那就地上,火光焰焰。原来这般宝贝,平白地扇出火来。那怪物著实无情,一连扇了七八扇子,熯天炽地,烈火飞腾。
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那魔慌了,將左手擎著寶劍,右手伸於項後,取出芭蕉扇子,望東南丙丁火,正對離宮,唿喇的一扇子搧將下來只見那就地上,火光焰焰。
那魔慌了,将左手擎著宝剑,右手伸于项后,取出芭蕉扇子,望东南丙丁火,正对离宫,唿喇的一扇子扇将下来只见那就地上,火光焰焰。
The fiend, in a panic, gripped his treasure-sword in his left hand, reached his right behind his nape and drew out the Plantain Fan, faced it toward the fire of the south-east, ping-ting quarter, square against the Li palace, and with a whoosh fanned once downward — and there on the very ground, flames came blazing up.
丙丁火 — "the ping-ting fire," the cyclical stems that stand for fire in the Five Phases; 離宮, "the Li palace," the trigram 離, whose element is fire and whose quarter is the south. 唐喇的, "with a whoosh"; 搧將下來, "fanned down," 將 the coverb (jiāng). The fan draws real fire out of the fire-quarter.
原來這般寶貝,平白地搧出火來。
原来这般宝贝,平白地扇出火来。
It turned out this sort of treasure could fan fire up out of level, empty ground.
平白地 — "out of bare, empty ground," underscoring the marvel: the fan conjures flame from nothing.
那怪物著實無情,一連搧了七八扇子,熯天熾地,烈火飛騰。
那怪物著实无情,一连扇了七八扇子,熯天炽地,烈火飞腾。
That monster was pitiless indeed: he fanned seven or eight times over, scorching heaven and searing earth, the fierce flames leaping and soaring.
著實 (zhuóshí) — "truly, downright," 著 the adverbial zhuó. 熯天熾地 (hàn tiān chì dì), "scorching sky and searing ground," the fire spreading without limit.
總評 Commentary
Cornered by the hair-clone host, the old fiend resorts to the second of his treasures, the Plantain Fan. The passage is dense with Five-Phases cosmology: he aims the fan at the "ping-ting fire" of the south-east and the Li palace — the trigram and cyclical stems proper to fire — and with a single downward stroke draws real flame out of the bare ground.
This is a fire of a wholly different order from ordinary conflagration, as the verse to come will insist — conjured, elemental, "fanned up out of level, empty ground." The fiend, "pitiless indeed," plies the fan seven or eight times until the blaze scorches heaven and earth, turning the tide of a battle he could not win by sword and setting the stage for the great fire-賦.