Canonical Classics ← 第八十回
第八十回
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The Fair Girl, Nursing the Yang, Seeks a Mate · The Mind-Ape, Guarding His Master, Knows a Fiend

千株翠竹
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原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition 含詞賦 With rhapsody

千株翠竹 Bamboo Sways the Meditation Couch

qiānzhūcuìzhúyáochánwànzhǒngqīngsōngyìngménqiānzhūcuìzhúyáochánwànzhǒngqīngsōngyìngmén
yúngōngfàngjīnguāngcóngzhōngpiāoruìǎiyúngōngfàngjīnguāngcóngzhōngpiāoruìǎi
zhāowénxiāngfēngyuǎntīngshāngāohuàmíngzhāowénxiāngfēngyuǎntīngshāngāohuàmíng

逐句解 Line by line

qiānzhūcuìzhúyáochánwànzhǒngqīngsōngyìngmén qiānzhūcuìzhúyáochánwànzhǒngqīngsōngyìngmén

A thousand stems of green bamboo swaying by the meditation couch, / ten thousand kinds of dark pine throwing their shade on the Buddha's gate.

A meditation couch under bamboo and a temple gate under pines. Both halves of the line put a place of practice inside something growing.

yúngōngfàngjīnguāngcóngzhōngpiāoruìǎi yúngōngfàngjīnguāngcóngzhōngpiāoruìǎi

Golden light let loose in the Halls of the Blue Cloud, / lucky vapours drifting among the purple mists.

The auspicious vapour is the same stuff Pilgrim watched from the air over his master's head, and the same stuff the black gout put out. Here it is simply part of the scenery.

zhāowénxiāngfēngyuǎntīngshāngāohuàmíng zhāowénxiāngfēngyuǎntīngshāngāohuàmíng

At dawn one hears the scented wind carried far across the fields, / at dusk one hears the painted drum sounding high on the hill.

This is zhāo, morning, because it is set against , dusk, in the matching half of the line. The very next line uses the same character for something else entirely — see the passage that follows.


總評 Commentary

The rhapsody moves outdoors and slows down. Bamboo, pine, light, mist, and then the two ends of a day marked by a wind and a drum.

This is a place with a timetable, which is precisely what the ruin in front did not have. There the water-clock had been replaced by frogs. Here somebody beats a drum at dusk, and the whole difference between a monastery and a heap of bricks is in that one detail.