十二 黑色的舌頭 The Black Tongue

The flags proclaiming the 'Kingly Way' have come!They came bringing dust and clamor.

宣传「王道」的旗子来了!带著尘烟和骚闹来的。

Broad trees lined the road;The automobiles roared and clattered!

宽宏的树夹道;汽车闹嚣著了!

In the fields, boundless young shoots lay steeped in green.But this was no longer a tranquil village — the people had already lost their peace of mind.Cars raised sudden clouds of dust racing across the grass, and red and green scraps of paper fell like scattered seeds.On the thatched roofs of small huts, colored paper scraps rose and fell.On branches by the nearby road, paper scraps caught and hung, fluttering and shrieking.More cars setting out from the city came racing after, in pursuit.On the cars stood Japanese and Koreans, their airs flying grandly, and Chinese too stood there, flaunting their power.When the wheels sped suddenly, the flags in each rider's hand fluttered with a snapping sound, and the people on the cars seemed to have sprouted wings, flying past together.Those people holding up Japanese flags, wearing all manner of fawning smiles, vanished at the crossroads.

田间无际限的浅苗湛著青色。但这不再是静穆的村庄,人们已经失去了心的平衡。草地上汽车突起著飞尘跑过,一些红色绿色的纸片播著种子一般落下来。小茅房屋顶有花色的纸片在起落。附近大道旁的枝头挂住纸片,在飞舞嘶鸣。从城里出发的汽车又追踪著驰来。车上站著威风飘扬的日本人,高丽人,也站著扬威的中国人。车轮突飞的时候,车上每人手中的旗子摆摆有声,车上的人好像生了翅膀齐飞过去。那一些举著日本旗子作出媚笑杂样的人,消失在道口。

……Those pamphlets of the 'Kingly Way' flew off toward the hillside, toward the riverbank ...

那一些「王道」的书篇飞到山腰去,河边去……

Wang Po stood before her gate; Er-li-ban's goat let its beard hang down.The old goat walked lightly beneath the trees now thick with leaves.The goat no longer searched for anything to eat — it was weary!It was too old; its whole coat had turned the color of earth.Its gaze was blurred, as though it were on the verge of tears.The goat had become altogether comical and pitiful;swaying its long beard, it walked toward the low hollow.

王婆立在门前,二里半的山羊垂下牠的胡子。老羊轻轻走过正在繁茂的树下。山羊不再寻什么实物,牠困倦了!牠过于老,全身变成土一般地毛色。牠的眼神模糊好像垂泪似的。山羊完全幽默和可怜起来;拂摆著长胡子走向洼地。

Facing the hollow ahead, facing the goat, Wang Po traced back through the bitter days of the past.She wished she could seize those days back, for today's days were even worse than yesterday's.No one tilled the hollow; up on the ridge, the wheat fields of former days lay wild and untended.She was sunk in sorrowful remembering.

对著前面的洼地,对著山羊,王婆追踪过去痛苦的日子。她想把那些日子捉回,因为今日的日子还不如昨日。洼地没人种,上岗那些往日的麦田荒乱在那里。她在伤心的追想。

A Japanese airplane trailed a huge droning roar as it flew past, and then paper scraps went tumbling through the sky.A scrap of paper fell onto the branch above Wang Po's head; she took it down, glanced at it, and dropped it at her feet.When the plane passed over again, it left behind still more paper scraps.She paid the scraps no more heed, letting them lie underfoot to be trampled back and forth.

日本飞机拖起狂大的嗡鸣飞过,接著天空翻飞著纸片。一张纸片落在王婆头顶的树枝,她取下看了看丢在脚下。飞机又过去时留下更多的纸片。她不再理睬一下那些纸片,丢在脚下来复地乱踏。

After a while, Jinzhi's mother passed by Wang Po; in her hand she held two roosters by the legs. She asked Wang Po:

过了一会,金枝的母亲经过王婆,她手中捉住两只公鸡,她问王婆说:

'There's simply no way to live these days!How is one to get by?!」Only these two chickens are left, and I must hurry off to sell them!'

「日子算是没法过了!可怎么过?就剩两只鸡,还得快快去卖掉!」

:「?」Wang Po asked her, 'Are you going into the city to sell them?'

王婆问她:「你进城去卖吗?」

'If I don't go into the city, who would buy them?!」There are hardly any chickens left in the whole village!'

「不进城谁家肯买?全村也没有几只鸡了!」

She whispered into Wang Po's ear for a while:

她向王婆耳语了一阵:

'The Japanese are terribly vicious!All the girls in the village have run off, every one!The young wives are the same.I heard that in Wangjiatun a thirteen-year-old girl was carried off by the Japanese!。」Taken away in the dead of night.'

「日本子恶得很!村子里的姑娘都跑空了!年青的媳妇也是一样。我听说王家屯一个十三岁的小丫头叫日本子弄去了!半夜三更弄走的。」

!」'Rest a while before you go on!' Wang Po said.

「歇一歇再走吧!」王婆说。

The two of them sat beneath the tree.The insects on the earth did not chirp; the two women simply talked on, bleak and sorrowful.

她俩坐在树下。大地上的虫子并不鸣叫,只是她俩惨淡而忧伤的谈著。

Under her hand the roosters kept beating their wings now and then.The sun stood nearly at its zenith!The tree's shadow formed a round shape.

公鸡在手下不时振动著膀子。太阳有点正中了!树影做成圆形。

The village had taken on a strange new scenery — Japanese flags, Japanese soldiers.:「People began fussing over such things: the 'Kingly Way,' and all that!滿'Japan-Manchukuo friendship,' and all that!Soon there'd be a 'true dragon Son of Heaven,' and all that!

村中添设出异样的风光,日本旗子,日本兵。人们开始讲究这一些:「王道」啦!日「满」亲善啦!快有「真龙天子」啦!

Under the 'Kingly Way,' the village's abandoned fields grew more numerous, and people wandered the square in gloom.

在「王道」之下,村中的废田多起来,人们在广场上忧郁著徘徊。

:「The old woman said at last, 'All these years I've raised chickens, and now I can't keep so much as a feather — they won't even let me keep a rooster to crow at dawn.……」What kind of age is this ...'

那老婆说到最后:「我这些年来,都是养鸡,如今连个鸡毛也不能留,连个『啼明』的公鸡也不让留下。这是什么年头……」

She gave her sleeve a shake, looking almost deranged, and rose to her feet, treading across an untilled, abandoned field ahead — the wasted field seemed sick, and the short grass beneath the old woman's feet was trodden down joylessly, without spring left in it.

她震动一下袖子,有点癫狂似的,她立起来,踏过前面一块不耕的废田,废田患著病似的,短草在那婆婆的脚下不愉快的没有弹力的被踏过。

Even at a great distance, one could still make out the two roosters hanging from her dangling hand, while her other hand kept wiping at her face.

走得很远,仍可辨出两只公鸡是用那个挂下的手提著,另外一只手在面部不住的抹擦。

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As Wang Po lay down to sleep, she heard, from somewhere far off, what seemed to be a woman's shrill scream.……She opened the window to listen ...

王婆睡下的时候,她听见远处好像有女人尖叫。打开窗子听一听……

Listening a while longer, sirens began to shriek, gunfire rang out — had some devil broken into a distant household?

再听一会警笛嚣叫起来,枪鸣起来,远处的人家闯入什么魔鬼了吗?

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?」'Is there anyone in your house?'

「你家有人没有?」

That night, Japanese soldiers and Chinese police searched through the whole village.Now they had come searching to Wang Po's house.She answered:

当夜日本兵,中国警察搜遍全村。这是搜到王婆家。她回答:

'Who would there be?。」No one.'

「有什么人?没有。」

Covering their noses, they turned once through the room and went out.The flashlight's pale bluish beam flickered wildly about; just as they were stepping out over the threshold, a Japanese soldier, from beneath his brass helmet, spoke in Chinese:

他们掩住鼻子在屋中转了一个弯出去了。手电灯发青的光线乱闪著,临走出门栏,一个日本兵在铜帽子下面说中国话:

。」'Take her along too.'

「也带走她。」

?」,「?」'What, they're taking women too?' she thought. 'Are women to be seized and shot as well?'

「怎么也带女人吗?」她想,「女人也要捉去枪毙吗?」

!」'Who'd want her, an old woman like that!' said the Chinese policeman.

「谁稀罕她,一个老婆子!」那个中国警察说。

The Chinese all laughed!The Japanese laughed too, blindly.But they had no idea what the words meant; when others laughed, they laughed too.

中国人都笑了!日本人也瞎笑。可是他们不晓得这话是什么意思,别人笑,他们也笑。

Indeed, no one knew whose woman it was they were leading off, bent-backed, led away like a pig.In the thin, wavering green light of the flashlight, there was no telling who this woman was!

真的,不知他们牵了谁家的女人,曲背和猪一般被他们牵走。在稀薄乱动的手电灯绿色的光线里面,分辨不出这女人是谁!

調Before they had even passed through the gate, they were already taunting the woman.And Wang Po saw the hand of that Japanese 'brass helmet' dart quickly and grope at the woman's buttocks.

还没走出栏门,他们就调笑那个女人。并且由王婆看见那个日本「铜帽子」的手在女人的屁股上急忙的爬了一下。

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What it’s about

The black tongue gives fear and degradation a grotesque bodily image. Speech matters increasingly under occupation, yet mouths can be silenced, corrupted or made dangerous by what they reveal. Xiao Hong links the organ of language to hunger, sickness and death, refusing any clean separation between political voice and vulnerable flesh. The chapter's unsettling image gathers rumours and acts of intimidation into something readers can almost see and feel.

Villagers must decide whom to trust when a careless word may travel beyond its speaker. Their accustomed gossip, once a mechanism of communal surveillance, acquires new stakes in the presence of armed authority and collaborators. Silence can preserve life, but it also isolates people and obstructs resistance; speaking can affirm solidarity or expose another person. The title therefore does not yield one fixed allegory. It points to language darkened by terror and to bodies on which power writes its warning. Xiao Hong's episodic treatment keeps the moral choices local, showing occupation as a transformation of everyday conversation rather than only a sequence of battles.

When it was written 背景

By this stage 生死場 has moved decisively into the Japanese-occupation sequence, though military events remain filtered through village perception. Xiao Hong's 1935 audience would have recognized the atmosphere of surveillance, collaboration and uncertain news from Manchuria without requiring a full historical exposition. The chapter's figurative title makes it linguistically more difficult than the concrete field chapters. Begin with literal references to mouths, colour, speech and bodily condition, then ask how each scene changes the risk of speaking. Lu Xun praised the manuscript's northern freshness, but passages like this also show its compressed modernist imagery: politics enters through a disturbing physical detail that cannot be reduced to a slogan.

Words in this chapter 生词