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含詞賦 With rhapsody
神火漫山
The Divine Fire
好火：好火：
那火不是天上火，不是爐中火，也不是山頭火，也不是灶底火，乃是五行中自然取出的一點靈光火。那火不是天上火，不是炉中火，也不是山头火，也不是灶底火，乃是五行中自然取出的一点灵光火。
這扇也不是凡間常有之物，也不是人工造就之物，乃是自開闢混沌以來產成的真寶之物。这扇也不是凡间常有之物，也不是人工造就之物，乃是自开辟混沌以来产成的真宝之物。
用此扇，搧此火，煌煌燁燁，就如電掣紅綃；用此扇，扇此火，煌煌烨烨，就如电掣红绡；
灼灼輝輝，卻似霞飛絳綺。灼灼辉辉，却似霞飞绛绮。
更無一縷青煙，盡是滿山赤焰。更无一缕青烟，尽是满山赤焰。
只燒得嶺上松翻成火樹，崖前柏變作燈籠。只烧得岭上松翻成火树，崖前柏变作灯笼。
那窩中走獸貪性命，西撞東奔；那窝中走兽贪性命，西撞东奔；
這林內飛禽惜羽毛，高飛遠舉。这林内飞禽惜羽毛，高飞远举。
這場神火飄空燎，只燒得石爛溪乾遍地紅。这场神火飘空燎，只烧得石烂溪干遍地红。
逐句解 Line by line
好火：
好火：
A fine fire it was:
好火 — "a fine fire," the formulaic lead-in turning the narrative over to the descriptive 賦.
那火不是天上火，不是爐中火，也不是山頭火，也不是灶底火，乃是五行中自然取出的一點靈光火。
那火不是天上火，不是炉中火，也不是山头火，也不是灶底火，乃是五行中自然取出的一点灵光火。
That fire was not the fire of heaven, nor the fire of a furnace, nor was it the fire of a hilltop, nor the fire beneath a stove; it was the one spark of numinous light drawn forth of itself from the Five Phases.
五行中 (wǔ xíng zhōng) — "from within the Five Phases," 行 read xíng; 一點靈光火, "a single spark of spirit-fire." The anaphoric denials (不是…不是…) mark this as no natural fire but an elemental, alchemical one.
這扇也不是凡間常有之物，也不是人工造就之物，乃是自開闢混沌以來產成的真寶之物。
这扇也不是凡间常有之物，也不是人工造就之物，乃是自开辟混沌以来产成的真宝之物。
This fan, too, was no thing common in the mortal world, nor a thing wrought by human craft; it was a true treasure, grown into being ever since chaos was first cleft open.
凡間 (fán jiān) — "the mortal world," 間 read jiān. 自開闢混沌以來, "ever since the parting of chaos," sets the fan among the primordial marvels.
用此扇，搧此火，煌煌燁燁，就如電掣紅綃；
用此扇，扇此火，煌煌烨烨，就如电掣红绡；
Use this fan to fan this fire, and it dazzles and blazes, like lightning flashing through red silk;
煌煌燁燁 — "glittering, blazing," paired reduplicatives; 電掣紅綃, "lightning across red gauze," an image of shot, shimmering brilliance.
灼灼輝輝，卻似霞飛絳綺。
灼灼辉辉，却似霞飞绛绮。
glowing and glittering, it is like rosy cloud flying over crimson damask.
灼灼輝輝 — "gleaming, radiant"; 卻似 (què sì), "yet like," 似 read sì. The couplet doubles the earlier one, piling brightness on brightness.
更無一縷青煙，盡是滿山赤焰。
更无一缕青烟，尽是满山赤焰。
Not a single wisp of blue smoke more — all is red flame filling the hills.
更無 (gèng wú) — "still less, not even," 更 read gèng. 盡是 (jìn shì), "all is"; the smokeless purity marks the fire as unearthly.
只燒得嶺上松翻成火樹，崖前柏變作燈籠。
只烧得岭上松翻成火树，崖前柏变作灯笼。
It burned till the pines on the ridge turned to trees of fire, and the cypress before the cliff became lanterns.
燒得 (shāo de) — "burned until," 得 the degree complement de. The metamorphoses (pine to fire-tree, cypress to lantern) render the totality of the blaze.
那窩中走獸貪性命，西撞東奔；
那窝中走兽贪性命，西撞东奔；
The beasts in that den, grudging their lives, went dashing west and east;
那窩中 (nà wō zhōng) — "in that den," deictic 那 (nà), 中 read zhōng. The couplet turns to the fleeing wildlife, measuring the fire’s reach.
這林內飛禽惜羽毛，高飛遠舉。
这林内飞禽惜羽毛，高飞远举。
the birds in this wood, cherishing their feathers, flew high and far away.
惜羽毛 — "sparing their plumage"; the parallel to the fleeing beasts completes the picture of a forest emptied by flame.
這場神火飄空燎，只燒得石爛溪乾遍地紅。
这场神火飘空燎，只烧得石烂溪干遍地红。
This tract of divine fire went floating and scorching through the air, burning till the stones split and the streams ran dry and the whole ground turned red.
石爛溪乾 (shí làn xī gān) — "stones melt, streams dry up," 乾 read gān ("dry," not the trigram qián). The verse closes on the fire’s absolute devastation.
總評 Commentary
The fire-賦 insists, from its first line, that this is no ordinary blaze: not heaven’s fire, not furnace, hilltop, or stove fire, but "the one spark of numinous light" drawn from the Five Phases themselves. The fan that raises it is matched in antiquity — a true treasure "grown into being since the parting of chaos." The passage sets both fire and fan in the register of the cosmic and alchemical rather than the merely destructive.
The verse then unfolds the blaze in mounting images — lightning through red silk, rosy cloud over crimson damask, smokeless flame filling the hills, pines turned to fire-trees and cypress to lanterns, beasts and birds fleeing — and ends on total devastation: stones split, streams run dry, the ground gone red. After the comic triumph of the hair-clone host, the fire reverses the tide, and the Great Sage, proof against ordinary flame though he is, faces a weapon of a different order.