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第八十八回
禪chán到dào玉yù華huá施shī法fǎ會huì
心xīn猿yuán木mù土tǔ授shòu門mén人rén

Chan Reaches Yuhua and a Dharma Assembly Is Held · The Mind-Ape and the Wood and the Earth Take Disciples

砧杵叮咚
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

砧杵叮咚 Washing Blocks in the Far Court

砧zhēn杵chǔ叮dīng咚dōng敲qiāo別bié院yuàn,關guān山shān杳yǎo窵diào動dòng鄉xiāng心xīn。砧zhēn杵chǔ叮dīng咚dōng敲qiāo别bié院yuàn,关guān山shān杳yǎo窎diào动dòng乡xiāng心xīn。
寒hán蛩qióng聲shēng朗lǎng知zhī人rén意yì,嚦lì嚦lì床chuáng頭tóu破pò夢mèng魂hún。寒hán蛩qióng声shēng朗lǎng知zhī人rén意yì,呖lì呖lì床chuáng头tóu破pò梦mèng魂hún。

逐句解 Line by line

砧zhēn杵chǔ叮dīng咚dōng敲qiāo別bié院yuàn,關guān山shān杳yǎo窵diào動dòng鄉xiāng心xīn。 砧zhēn杵chǔ叮dīng咚dōng敲qiāo别bié院yuàn,关guān山shān杳yǎo窎diào动dòng乡xiāng心xīn。

Block and mallet sound their clatter from another courtyard; passes and mountains stretch away out of sight and stir the heart towards home.

This is the most freighted line in the poem for anyone reading in Chinese. 砧杵 are the stone block and wooden mallet used to beat cloth soft, and the sound of them on an autumn night is one of the oldest signals in the poetry: women pounding fabric to make winter clothes for men away at the frontier. That is why 關山, the mountain passes, follows immediately, and why the line ends on 鄉心, the heart turning homeward. Four pilgrims a long way from Chang'an are listening to it.

寒hán蛩qióng聲shēng朗lǎng知zhī人rén意yì,嚦lì嚦lì床chuáng頭tóu破pò夢mèng魂hún。 寒hán蛩qióng声shēng朗lǎng知zhī人rén意yì,呖lì呖lì床chuáng头tóu破pò梦mèng魂hún。

The cold cricket cries clear, as if it knew what a man is thinking; shrill at the bedside, it breaks the dreaming soul.

寒蛩 is the cold-weather cricket, autumn's insect, and it has kept sleepless people company in Chinese verse for well over a thousand years. 嚦嚦 is a doubled sound-word for a thin piercing cry. The last three characters, 破夢魂, breaking the dream-soul, take the noise right into the sleeper.


總評 Commentary

Two lines and both of them are about being far from home, which is not what anybody in the scene has said out loud.

The sound of clothes being beaten on a block is doing all the work. A Chinese reader hears winter coming, women at their labour and men at the frontier, without a word of it being stated, and the pilgrims are as far from Chang'an as anyone in the tradition ever was.

It also quietly answers the chapter's opening. The autumn song at the start was a landscape with nobody in it. This one has a bed in it, and somebody lying awake.