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哼哼的哭哩
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哼哼的哭哩 Hanging There And Sobbing

sānxiōngfāngcáichuǎngguòqiáojìngdòngzhǐjiànlǎoshīdiàozàihēnghēngdelijièjìnqiándào:「shīshìyàoláizhèdiàoleshuǎzizhīzuòchéngdiēleduōshǎogēntóuli。」shāsēngdào:「qiějiěxiàshīzàishuō。」sānxiōngfāngcáichuǎngguòqiáojìngdòngzhǐjiànlǎoshīdiàozàihēnghēngdelijièjìnqiándào:「shīshìyàoláizhèdiàoleshuǎzizhīzuòchéngdiēleduōshǎogēntóuli。」shāsēngdào:「qiějiěxiàshīzàishuō。」


逐句解 Line by line

sānxiōngfāngcáichuǎngguòqiáojìngdòngzhǐjiànlǎoshīdiàozàihēnghēngdeli sānxiōngfāngcáichuǎngguòqiáojìngdòngzhǐjiànlǎoshīdiàozàihēnghēngdeli

The three brothers had only just charged over the bridge and gone straight into the cave when they saw their old master hanging up there and snivelling.

哼哼 doubles a groan — the small noise of somebody crying who has been crying for hours. He has been on that beam since roughly noon, and the chapter has not looked at him once in eighty passages.

jièjìnqiándào:「shīshìyàoláizhèdiàoleshuǎzizhīzuòchéngdiēleduōshǎogēntóuli。」 jièjìnqiándào:「shīshìyàoláizhèdiàoleshuǎzizhīzuòchéngdiēleduōshǎogēntóuli。」

Eight Rules came up and said, "Master — so you came here to get yourself hung up for fun, and never thought what you were letting me in for. Do you know how many times I went down?"

耍子 takes the light zi — a bit of fun. 作成 means to land somebody in something. It is a joke, it is a complaint, and it is entirely about him.

shāsēngdào:「qiějiěxiàshīzàishuō。」 shāsēngdào:「qiějiěxiàshīzàishuō。」

Sha Monk said, "Cut the master down first and talk afterwards."

is jiě, to loose. Ten characters, and it is the only sensible thing anybody says in the passage. Sha Monk has done this repeatedly in the chapter: waited, let the other two talk, then named the obvious next step.


總評 Commentary

They find him where they left him, hanging face down over a beam, crying. Nobody has looked at him since the middle of the chapter.

Eight Rules greets his rescued master with a complaint. You came here to hang about for fun and look what it cost me — and the number of falls is the part he wants acknowledged. He is not wrong that he suffered; he is only wrong about whose afternoon it was.

Sha Monk, as usual, ends it in ten characters. Cut him down first, talk afterwards. He has spent this chapter saying almost nothing and being right almost every time.