Canonical Classics ← 第八十回
第八十回
姹chà女nǚ育yù陽yáng求qiú配pèi偶ǒu
心xīn猿yuán護hù主zhǔ識shí妖yāo邪xié

The Fair Girl, Nursing the Yang, Seeks a Mate · The Mind-Ape, Guarding His Master, Knows a Fiend

黃金鎧甲
模式 Mode Read Study
拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script 繁
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition

黃金鎧甲 Crown and Golden Mail

頭tóu戴dài著zhe三sān額é金jīn冠guān,身shēn穿chuān著zhe黃huáng金jīn鎧kǎi甲jiǎ,手shǒu執zhí著zhe金jīn箍gū棒bàng,足zú踏tà著zhe步bù雲yún履lǚ。手shǒu下xià有yǒu四sì萬wàn七qī千qiān群qún怪guài,都dōu稱chēng我wǒ做zuò大dà聖shèng爺yé爺ye,著zhuó實shí為wéi人rén。头tóu戴dài着zhe三sān额é金jīn冠guān,身shēn穿chuān着zhe黄huáng金jīn铠kǎi甲jiǎ,手shǒu执zhí着zhe金jīn箍gū棒bàng,足zú踏tà着zhe步bù云yún履lǚ。手shǒu下xià有yǒu四sì万wàn七qī千qiān群qún怪guài,都dōu称chēng我wǒ做zuò大dà圣shèng爷yé爷ye,着zhuó实shí为wéi人rén。


逐句解 Line by line

頭tóu戴dài著zhe三sān額é金jīn冠guān,身shēn穿chuān著zhe黃huáng金jīn鎧kǎi甲jiǎ,手shǒu執zhí著zhe金jīn箍gū棒bàng,足zú踏tà著zhe步bù雲yún履lǚ。 头tóu戴dài着zhe三sān额é金jīn冠guān,身shēn穿chuān着zhe黄huáng金jīn铠kǎi甲jiǎ,手shǒu执zhí着zhe金jīn箍gū棒bàng,足zú踏tà着zhe步bù云yún履lǚ。

On my head I wore a triple-arched cap of gold, on my body I wore mail of yellow gold, in my hand I held the gold-hooped rod, and on my feet I trod cloud-walking shoes.

Four times in this line 著 is the quiet zhe that holds an action open — wearing and going on wearing. It is the single commonest reading of the character in the chapter and this is its densest run.

手shǒu下xià有yǒu四sì萬wàn七qī千qiān群qún怪guài,都dōu稱chēng我wǒ做zuò大dà聖shèng爺yé爺ye,著zhuó實shí為wéi人rén。 手shǒu下xià有yǒu四sì万wàn七qī千qiān群qún怪guài,都dōu称chēng我wǒ做zuò大dà圣shèng爷yé爷ye,着zhuó实shí为wéi人rén。

Under my command were forty-seven thousand fiends of every kind, and every one of them called me Grandfather Great Sage. I was truly somebody then.

Two different lives of one character in a row. 著實 is zhuó shí, a fixed word meaning "really, in solid fact" — the literary reading, quite separate from the zhe four times over in the line before. And 為 in 為人 is wéi, the linking "to be," not the wèi of doing something for somebody.


總評 Commentary

The inventory is the point. Cap, mail, rod, shoes — Pilgrim is dressing himself in memory, item by item, the way anyone might handle old kit they no longer wear. He still has the rod. Everything else went.

The last four characters are the ones that ache. Rendering them is hard because the Chinese is so plain: he was, in solid fact, a person. Somebody who counted. Said in mid-air by a servant on an errand, five hundred years and one iron headband later, it is the closest this book lets him come to self-pity.