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水勢極熟
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水勢極熟 The Catfish In The Pool

dāiziróngshuōdiūledīngtuōlezàojǐnzhíduōdetiàoxiàshuǐláiguàixīnzhōngfánnǎoshàngqiányàozhījièshuǐshìshúdàoshuǐyáoshēnbiànbiànzuòniánjīngdāiziróngshuōdiūledīngtuōlezàojǐnzhíduōdetiàoxiàshuǐláiguàixīnzhōngfánnǎoshàngqiányàozhījièshuǐshìshúdàoshuǐyáoshēnbiànbiànzuòniánjīng


逐句解 Line by line

dāiziróngshuōdiūledīngtuōlezàojǐnzhíduōdetiàoxiàshuǐlái dāiziróngshuōdiūledīngtuōlezàojǐnzhíduōdetiàoxiàshuǐlái

The blockhead would hear no more of it. He threw down the muck-rake, pulled off his black brocade habit, and jumped into the water with a splash.

直裰 is the long habit a monk wears — zhí duō, and the second character is rare enough to be worth having. Two in twenty-one characters, both the light le marking things done and got out of the way.

guàixīnzhōngfánnǎoshàngqiányào guàixīnzhōngfánnǎoshàngqiányào

The monsters were furious and came at him together to strike.

心中煩惱 is vexation, distress in the heart — twelve characters, and it is the reasonable reaction of seven people whose bath has been invaded.

zhījièshuǐshìshúdàoshuǐyáoshēnbiànbiànzuòniánjīng zhījièshuǐshìshúdàoshuǐyáoshēnbiànbiànzuòniánjīng

What they did not know was that Eight Rules is thoroughly at home in water. Once in, he shook himself and turned into a catfish spirit.

水勢極熟 — completely practised in the ways of water. He was Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, in charge of the celestial river, before he was a pig. 鮎魚 is a catfish: no scales, and impossible to hold.


總評 Commentary

He throws off his habit and jumps in, and the fight is on. Seven against one, in chest-deep water, with nobody dressed.

The catfish is a good choice and the book tells you why in four characters: he is thoroughly at home in water. Before he was a pig he commanded the celestial river, and that history is still doing work seventy chapters later.

A catfish is specifically the fish you cannot hold. No scales, all mucus, built to slip out of a hand. He has picked the form for the situation, which is more thought than he usually gives anything.