好的故事

燈火漸漸地縮小了，在預吿石油的已經不多；石油又不是老牌，早熏得燈罩很昏暗。鞭爆的繁響在四近，煙草的煙霧在身邊：是昏沈的夜。

灯火渐渐地缩小了，在预告石油的已经不多；石油又不是老牌，早熏得灯罩很昏暗。鞭爆的繁响在四近，烟草的烟雾在身边：是昏沉的夜。

The lamp flame is slowly shrinking, a warning that the paraffin is nearly gone; and the paraffin is not a good brand, so the chimney has long been blackened with smoke. Firecrackers are crackling all around, and tobacco smoke hangs about me: it is a dim, heavy night.

我閉了眼睛，向後一仰，靠在椅背上；𪮆着『初學記』的手擱在膝髁上。

我闭了眼睛，向后一仰，靠在椅背上；捏着『初学记』的手搁在膝髁上。

I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. My hand, holding the Chuxue Ji, rests on my knee.

這故事很美麗，幽雅，有趣。許多美的人和美的事，錯綜起來像一天雲錦，而且萬颗奔星似的飛動着，同時又展開去，以至於無窮。

这故事很美丽，幽雅，有趣。许多美的人和美的事，错综起来像一天云锦，而且万颗奔星似的飞动着，同时又展开去，以至于无穷。

It is a very beautiful story, graceful and full of charm. Many beautiful people and beautiful things are interwoven like a sky of brocade clouds, flying like ten thousand shooting stars, and at the same time spreading out without end.

我彷佛記得曾坐小船經過山陰道，兩岸邊的烏桕、新禾、野花、雞、狗，叢樹和枯樹，茅屋，塔，伽藍，農夫和村婦、村女，曬着的衣裳，和尙、簑笠、天、雲、竹、……都倒影在澄碧的小河中，隨着每一打槳，各各夾帶了閃爍的日光，幷水裏的萍藻游魚，一同蕩漾。諸影諸物：無不解散，而且搖動，擴大，互相融和；剛一融和，卻又退縮，復近於原形。邊緣都參差如夏雲頭，鑲着日光，發出水銀色燄。凡是我所經過的河，都是如此。

我彷佛记得曾坐小船经过山阴道，两岸边的乌桕、新禾、野花、鸡、狗，丛树和枯树，茅屋，塔，伽蓝，农夫和村妇、村女，晒着的衣裳，和尚、蓑笠、天、云、竹、……都倒影在澄碧的小河中，随着每一打桨，各各夹带了闪烁的日光，并水里的萍藻游鱼，一同荡漾。诸影诸物：无不解散，而且摇动，扩大，互相融和；刚一融和，却又退缩，复近于原形。边缘都参差如夏云头，镶着日光，发出水银色焰。凡是我所经过的河，都是如此。

I seem to remember once passing along the Shanyin road in a little boat. On both banks the tallow trees, the young rice, the wild flowers, the chickens and dogs, the thickets and the bare trees, the thatched cottages, a pagoda, a temple, farmers and village women, village girls, clothes hung out to dry, monks, rain capes, sky, clouds, bamboos ... were all reflected in the clear green stream, and with every stroke of the oar they each caught the sparkle of the sunlight, and swayed together with the duckweed and the fish in the water. All the reflections and all the things broke apart and wavered, spread wider and blended with one another; and no sooner had they blended than they drew back and almost returned to their former shapes. Their edges were ragged like summer clouds, lined with sunlight, giving off a mercury-coloured flame. Every river I have travelled has been like this.

河邊枯柳樹下的幾枝瘦削的一丈紅，該是村女種的罷。大紅花和斑紅花，都在水裏面浮動，忽而碎散，拉長了，縷縷的胭脂水，然而没有暈。茅屋、狗、塔、村女、雲、……也都浮動着。大紅花一朶朶全被拉長了，這時是潑剌奔迸的紅錦帶。帶織入狗中，狗織入白雲中，白雲織入村女中。……在一瞬间，他們又將退縮了。但斑紅花影也已碎散，伸長，就要織进塔、村女、狗、茅屋、雲裏去。

河边枯柳树下的几枝瘦削的一丈红，该是村女种的罢。大红花和斑红花，都在水里面浮动，忽而碎散，拉长了，缕缕的胭脂水，然而没有晕。茅屋、狗、塔、村女、云、……也都浮动着。大红花一朵朵全被拉长了，这时是泼剌奔迸的红锦带。带织入狗中，狗织入白云中，白云织入村女中。……在一瞬间，他们又将退缩了。但斑红花影也已碎散，伸长，就要织进塔、村女、狗、茅屋、云里去。

The few spindly hollyhocks under the withered willows by the river must have been planted by the village girls. Big red flowers and mottled red flowers all float and stir in the water, suddenly breaking up and stretching out into threads of rouge-coloured water, yet with no blur. The cottages, the dogs, the pagoda, the village girls, the clouds ... are all floating and stirring too. The big red flowers, one after another, are drawn out into a dashing, leaping ribbon of red brocade. The ribbon is woven into the dog, the dog into the white cloud, the white cloud into the village girl ... In a moment they will draw back again. But the reflections of the mottled red flowers have already broken up and stretched out, and are about to weave themselves into the pagoda, the village girl, the dog, the cottage, the clouds.