Canonical Classics ← 第四十五回
第四十五回
sānqīngguànshèngliúmíng
chēchíguóhóuwángxiǎn

At the Abbey of the Three Pure Ones the Great Sage leaves his name; in the Kingdom of Cart-Slow the Monkey King displays his magic.

舀鍾而嘗
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

舀鍾而嘗 A Ladleful to Taste

xiēdàoshìtuīkāizitóubàixièēntáichūgāngjiāngpíngpénzǒngguīchùjiào:「zhōngziláichángcháng。」xiǎodàoshì便biànlecházhōnglǎodàoshìdàoshìyǎochūzhōngláixiàkǒuzhǐqíngchúnzuǐxiēdàoshìtuīkāizitóubàixièēntáichūgāngjiāngpíngpénzǒngguīchùjiào:「zhōngziláichángcháng。」xiǎodàoshì便biànlecházhōnglǎodàoshìdàoshìyǎochūzhōngláixiàkǒuzhǐqíngchúnzuǐ


逐句解 Line by line

xiēdàoshìtuīkāizitóubàixièēntáichūgāngjiāngpíngpénzǒngguīchùjiào:「zhōngziláichángcháng。」 xiēdàoshìtuīkāizitóubàixièēntáichūgāngjiāngpíngpénzǒngguīchùjiào:「zhōngziláichángcháng。」

The Daoists pushed open the lattice-panels, kowtowed and bowed their thanks, carried out the vat, and gathered the vase and basin all into one place. Then he bade them: “Disciple, fetch a little cup and let us have a taste.”

那些 and 那瓶: = . 將那瓶: = jiāng, the word that takes hold of an object and puts it somewhere. 格子 and 鍾子: = zi, the light ending. = jiào, to bid. 一處: the falling tone of pulls to .

xiǎodàoshì便biànlecházhōnglǎodàoshì xiǎodàoshì便biànlecházhōnglǎodàoshì

A young Daoist at once took a tea-cup and handed it to the old Daoist.

即便 "at once." 一個: the falling tone of pulls to . 茶鍾 "a tea cup" -- they are about to taste it like connoisseurs.

dàoshìyǎochūzhōngláixiàkǒuzhǐqíngchúnzuǐ dàoshìyǎochūzhōngláixiàkǒuzhǐqíngchúnzuǐ

The Daoist ladled out a cupful, drank it down, and kept smacking his lips and clicking his tongue.

舀出 "to ladle out." 喝下: = , to drink -- not , to shout, which is the reading the same character takes later in this chapter. 只情 "just kept on (doing it)." 抹唇咂嘴 "smacking the lips and clicking the tongue" -- the sound of a man trying to place a flavour.


總評 Commentary

The immortals treat the vessels as bearing a sacred draught and settle in to taste it properly -- a cup fetched, a ladleful drawn, the senior man going first.

The old Daoist's lip-smacking is the best detail in the passage. He can tell something is wrong and he cannot say what, so he keeps sampling, which prolongs the reveal beautifully. The novel spends a whole passage on a man trying to identify a taste, and it is worth every line.