Canonical Classics ← 第八十七回
第八十七回
fèngxiānjùnmàotiānzhìhàn
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Fengxian Prefecture Offends Heaven and Brings Drought · The Great Sage Sun Urges Goodness and Bestows Rain

飽滿方休
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飽滿方休 He Stopped Only When Full

xiàdexiēpěngpándexīnjīngdǎnzhànwǎngláitiāntāngtiānfànjiùzǒudēngérbāngānggānggòngshàngzhíchīdebǎo滿mǎnfāngxiūzhāitángsēngxièlezhāiquèwèn:「jùnhóurénguìchùgānhànshíle?」xiàdexiēpěngpándexīnjīngdǎnzhànwǎngláitiāntāngtiānfànjiùzǒudēngérbāngānggānggòngshàngzhíchīdebǎomǎnfāngxiūzhāitángsēngxièlezhāiquèwèn:「jùnhóurénguìchùgānhànshíle?」


逐句解 Line by line

xiàdexiēpěngpándexīnjīngdǎnzhànwǎngláitiāntāngtiānfànjiùzǒudēngérbāngānggānggòngshàngzhíchīdebǎo滿mǎnfāngxiū xiàdexiēpěngpándexīnjīngdǎnzhànwǎngláitiāntāngtiānfànjiùzǒudēngérbāngānggānggòngshàngzhíchīdebǎomǎnfāngxiū

It so frightened the servants carrying the trays that their hearts jumped and their gall trembled. Back and forth they went, topping up the soup and topping up the rice, spinning like a lantern-carousel, and no sooner was a dish set down than it was gone; he ate until he was full and only then stopped.

走馬燈 is a lantern carousel — a paper lantern with a paper wheel inside, driven round by the rising heat of its own candle so that cut-out horsemen appear to gallop past the panels. It is still the Chinese image for anything that whirls past in an endless loop. is gòng, the offering sense of the character rather than the gōng that means to supply. Both of this passage's are neutral de, the hinge that measures how far a verb went: frightened to the point of trembling, ate to the point of fullness.

zhāitángsēngxièlezhāiquèwèn:「jùnhóurénguìchùgānhànshíle?」 zhāitángsēngxièlezhāiquèwèn:「jùnhóurénguìchùgānhànshíle?」

When the meal was done the Tang Monk gave thanks for it, and then asked, "Your Honour, how long has this district been in drought?"

is gān, dry, once again. 貴處, your esteemed district, keeps the courtesy up to the last moment — and then the question itself is blunt. Tripitaka has waited until the plates are cleared, and now he wants a number.


總評 Commentary

The lantern carousel is the best image in the chapter and it is spent on a pig eating dinner. Servants spinning past in an endless circuit, dishes appearing and vanishing — anyone who has watched a small child empty a plate faster than it can be refilled knows the picture exactly.

Then the tone changes on a single line. The meal ends, the thanks are given, and Tripitaka asks how long. It is the first question anybody has thought to ask. The officials in the street explained what they wanted; the notice explained what it cost; nobody has yet said how long this has been going on.

The answer, when it comes, will be in verse — and it will contain the number three, which is the number the whole chapter turns on.