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說不盡蘑菇
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script 繁
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition 含詞賦 With rhapsody

說不盡蘑菇 More Than Can Be Told

說shuō不bú盡jìn蘑mó菇gū、木mù耳ěr、嫩nèn筍sǔn、黃huáng精jīng,十shí香xiāng素sù菜cài,百bǎi味wèi珍zhēn饈xiū。说shuō不bú尽jìn蘑mó菇gū、木mù耳ěr、嫩nèn笋sǔn、黄huáng精jīng,十shí香xiāng素sù菜cài,百bǎi味wèi珍zhēn馐xiū。
往wǎng來lái綽chāo摸mō不bù曾céng停tíng,進jìn退tuì諸zhū般bān皆jiē盛shèng設shè。往wǎng来lái绰chāo摸mō不bù曾céng停tíng,进jìn退tuì诸zhū般bān皆jiē盛shèng设shè。

逐句解 Line by line

說shuō不bú盡jìn蘑mó菇gū、木mù耳ěr、嫩nèn筍sǔn、黃huáng精jīng,十shí香xiāng素sù菜cài,百bǎi味wèi珍zhēn饈xiū。 说shuō不bú尽jìn蘑mó菇gū、木mù耳ěr、嫩nèn笋sǔn、黄huáng精jīng,十shí香xiāng素sù菜cài,百bǎi味wèi珍zhēn馐xiū。

More than can be told of mushrooms, wood-ear fungus, tender bamboo shoots and yellow-essence root, ten fragrant plain dishes, a hundred flavours of delicacy.

說不盡 — cannot be finished in the telling — is the storyteller admitting defeat, and it is a formula. 不 reads bú here because 盡 is jìn, a falling tone, and a 不 before a falling tone rises. 黃精, huáng jīng, is a knotted rhizome of the polygonatum family that Daoist adepts ate to lighten the body — a pointed thing to set before the god of longevity.

往wǎng來lái綽chāo摸mō不bù曾céng停tíng,進jìn退tuì諸zhū般bān皆jiē盛shèng設shè。 往wǎng来lái绰chāo摸mō不bù曾céng停tíng,进jìn退tuì诸zhū般bān皆jiē盛shèng设shè。

Coming and going they never once stopped moving, advancing and withdrawing with everything laid on in full.

The poem closes on the waiting staff. Sixteen lines about a table, and the last thing described is the people carrying it in and out, who are never named and never stop.


總評 Commentary

The formula "more than can be told" is how a performing storyteller gets off a list he could extend indefinitely. It is an honest admission that the catalogue is arbitrary and could go on, and the audience is expected to enjoy the sound of it rather than take an inventory.

Ending on the servants is a small piece of craft. The poem has spent its whole length on objects; its final image is of labour, moving without stopping, so that the objects can be where they are.