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第八十五回
心xīn猿yuán妒dù木mù母mǔ
魔mó主zhǔ計jì吞tūn禪chán

The Mind-Ape Envies the Wood Mother · The Fiend Lord Plots to Swallow the Chan

彷彿似飛塵
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拼音 Pinyin Off
字體 Script 繁
原文 Original text 繁體 Traditional Reader's edition 含詞賦 With rhapsody

彷彿似飛塵 Like Chaos Before Creation

日rì色sè全quán無wú影yǐng,鳥niǎo聲shēng無wú處chù聞wén。日rì色sè全quán无wú影yǐng,鸟niǎo声shēng无wú处chù闻wén。
宛wǎn然rán如rú混hùn沌dùn,彷páng彿fú似sì飛fēi塵chén。宛wǎn然rán如rú混hùn沌dùn,彷páng佛fú似sì飞fēi尘chén。
不bú見jiàn山shān頭tóu樹shù,那nǎ逢féng採cǎi藥yào人rén。不bú见jiàn山shān头tóu树shù,那nǎ逢féng采cǎi药yào人rén。

逐句解 Line by line

日rì色sè全quán無wú影yǐng,鳥niǎo聲shēng無wú處chù聞wén。 日rì色sè全quán无wú影yǐng,鸟niǎo声shēng无wú处chù闻wén。

Of the sun's colour there was no trace at all; of birdsong there was nowhere any to be heard.

The poem works by subtraction — no sun, no birds — where the mountain poem worked by accumulation. Everything the earlier set-piece put on the mountain is now being taken off it one item at a time.

宛wǎn然rán如rú混hùn沌dùn,彷páng彿fú似sì飛fēi塵chén。 宛wǎn然rán如rú混hùn沌dùn,彷páng佛fú似sì飞fēi尘chén。

It was for all the world like the primal chaos; it seemed like nothing so much as flying dust.

混沌 is the undivided murk before heaven and earth separated — the oldest thing in the Chinese account of how the world began, and the fog is being compared to the condition of the universe before there was anything to see. 宛然 and 彷彿 are both two-character words for seeming, set at the head of matching lines.

不bú見jiàn山shān頭tóu樹shù,那nǎ逢féng採cǎi藥yào人rén。 不bú见jiàn山shān头tóu树shù,那nǎ逢féng采cǎi药yào人rén。

The trees on the hilltop could not be seen; nowhere would you meet a gatherer of herbs.

那 is nǎ, the rhetorical where — where would you meet one, meaning nowhere. The rhyme runs on 昏, 聞, 塵 and 人, four for four. The herb gatherer is the stock figure who wanders mountains in Chinese verse, and the poem's last move is to say that even he is not here.


總評 Commentary

Eight lines of five characters, rhyming four for four, and every image is a cancellation. No sun, no birdsong, no trees, no herb gatherer. The fog is described entirely by what it has removed.

Comparing it to the primal chaos is a large claim for a patch of weather, and the poem means it. What is coming out of this fog will take the master off his horse in the middle of the road with nobody able to see it happen.