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絳紗燈籠
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絳紗燈籠 Two Lanterns Of Crimson Gauze

zhènghuàjiānzhǐjiànshízhīwàiyǒuliǎngqīngtóngtiāoduìjiàngshādēnglónghòuyǐnzhexiānxiānniǎnzhezhīxìnghuāxiàoyínyínjìnménxiāngjiànzhènghuàjiānzhǐjiànshízhīwàiyǒuliǎngqīngtóngtiāoduìjiàngshādēnglónghòuyǐnzhexiānxiānniǎnzhezhīxìnghuāxiàoyínyínjìnménxiāngjiàn


逐句解 Line by line

zhènghuàjiānzhǐjiànshízhīwàiyǒuliǎngqīngtóngtiāoduìjiàngshādēnglónghòuyǐnzhexiān zhènghuàjiānzhǐjiànshízhīwàiyǒuliǎngqīngtóngtiāoduìjiàngshādēnglónghòuyǐnzhexiān

Just as they were talking, outside the stone house there appeared two serving-girls in blue, carrying a pair of crimson gauze lanterns on poles, and leading in behind them an immortal woman.

is the ongoing-action zhe; the automatic reading gives the zhù of authorship, as it does at every occurrence in this chapter. is tiāo, to carry something slung from a shoulder-pole.

xiānniǎnzhezhīxìnghuāxiàoyínyínjìnménxiāngjiàn xiānniǎnzhezhīxìnghuāxiàoyínyínjìnménxiāngjiàn

The immortal woman held a sprig of apricot blossom between her fingers, and came in at the door smiling to greet them.

The sprig of apricot blossom in her hand is the whole disclosure, offered in her first sentence, and nobody in the room reacts to it. is the mutual xiāng.


總評 Commentary

The staging is unlike anything else in the chapter. Everyone so far has simply been present or has arrived on a gust of dark wind; this arrival has lanterns, attendants, and an entrance. Two girls in blue go first with crimson gauze on poles, and the woman comes in behind them.

She is carrying a sprig of apricot blossom, which tells the reader exactly what she is. The four elders are evergreens, and one of them said not three passages ago that his kind is not to be found in the field where the flowers are gaudy. The one flowering spirit in the story walks in holding her own flower, and the four of them rise to greet her.