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第七十六回
心xīn神shén居jū舍shè魔mó歸guī性xìng
木mù母mǔ同tóng降xiáng怪guài體tǐ真zhēn

The Spirit Settles in Its Dwelling and the Demon Returns to Its Nature · The Wood Mother Joins to Subdue the Monster's True Form

大黑蓮蓬
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

大黑蓮蓬 Like A Black Lotus Pod

大dà聖shèng卻què飛fēi起qǐ來lái看kàn處chù,那nà獃dāi子zi四sì肢zhī朝cháo上shàng,掘jué著zhe嘴zuǐ,半bàn浮fú半bàn沉chén,嘴zuǐ裡lǐ呼hū呼hū的de,著zhuó然rán好hǎo笑xiào:倒dào像xiàng八bā九jiǔ月yuè經jīng霜shuāng落luò了le子zi兒ér的de一yí個gè大dà黑hēi蓮lián蓬péng。大dà圣shèng却què飞fēi起qǐ来lái看kàn处chù,那nà呆dāi子zi四sì肢zhī朝cháo上shàng,掘jué着zhe嘴zuǐ,半bàn浮fú半bàn沉chén,嘴zuǐ里lǐ呼hū呼hū的de,着zhuó然rán好hǎo笑xiào:倒dào像xiàng八bā九jiǔ月yuè经jīng霜shuāng落luò了le子zi儿ér的de一yí个gè大dà黑hēi莲lián蓬péng。


逐句解 Line by line

大dà聖shèng卻què飛fēi起qǐ來lái看kàn處chù,那nà獃dāi子zi四sì肢zhī朝cháo上shàng,掘jué著zhe嘴zuǐ,半bàn浮fú半bàn沉chén,嘴zuǐ裡lǐ呼hū呼hū的de,著zhuó然rán好hǎo笑xiào:倒dào像xiàng八bā九jiǔ月yuè經jīng霜shuāng落luò了le子zi兒ér的de一yí個gè大dà黑hēi蓮lián蓬péng。 大dà圣shèng却què飞fēi起qǐ来lái看kàn处chù,那nà呆dāi子zi四sì肢zhī朝cháo上shàng,掘jué着zhe嘴zuǐ,半bàn浮fú半bàn沉chén,嘴zuǐ里lǐ呼hū呼hū的de,着zhuó然rán好hǎo笑xiào:倒dào像xiàng八bā九jiǔ月yuè经jīng霜shuāng落luò了le子zi儿ér的de一yí个gè大dà黑hēi莲lián蓬péng。

The Great Sage flew up to look, and there was the fool with all four limbs in the air, snout thrust out, half floating and half sinking, snorting through his mouth — truly a funny sight. He was for all the world like a big black lotus pod in the eighth or ninth month, frosted and dropping its seeds.

著 reads zhe, the snout held out. 著 in 著然 reads zhuó — the band meaning really, in fact. 落 keeps luò, to fall.


總評 Commentary

This is one of the best images in the chapter and it repays unpacking. A lotus seed-head is a fat dark disc pierced with holes, and after the first frosts it sits blackened on the water shedding its seeds. Bajie, bound and bobbing snout-up in a pond, looks exactly like one.

What makes it work is the precision. Not a lotus pod but a big black one, in the eighth or ninth month, after frost, losing its seeds — four qualifications, each narrowing the picture. The narrator is not reaching for a comparison; he is describing a specific thing anyone who had walked past a pond in autumn would have seen.

And the register is worth noticing. Bajie has just been costed out as bacon and shoved under, and the narrator's response is to find him funny. The novel keeps doing this, holding real danger and low comedy in the same sentence, and it is a large part of why it does not read like an allegory even though it is one.