三 老馬走進屠場 The Old Horse Enters the Slaughterhouse

,「The old mare took the main road into town; the “private slaughterhouse” stood just east of the city gate.There the butcher’s knife stood poised, waiting for this worn-out old animal.

老马走上进城的大道,「私宰场」就在城门的东边。那里的屠刀正张著,在等待这个残老的动物。

Old Wangpo did not lead her mare, but walked behind, driving her forward with a short switch.

老王婆不牵著她的马儿,在后面用一条短枝驱著牠前进。

Yellow leaves whirled through the great grove, leaves that seemed to cry aloud.彿Looking toward the far end of the grove, she saw all the trees like great umbrellas folded down.禿The bleak, sunken sunlight shone upon all the bare trees.Across the fields, houses could be seen near and far.The fields in late autumn lay spread far and wide like a hide stripped of its hair and all sensation.The houses that had been buried among the plants in summer now stood out plainly, as though they had just thrust up from the ground.

大树林子里有黄叶回旋著,那是些呼叫著的黄叶。望向林子的那端,全林的树棵,彷佛是关落下来的大伞。凄沉的阳光,晒著所有的秃树。田间望遍了远近的人家。深秋的田地好像没有感觉的光了毛的皮革,远近平铺著。夏季埋在植物里的家屋,现在明显的好像突出地面一般,好像新从地面突出。

The yellow leaves brought by late autumn had driven away the butterflies of summer.A leaf fell onto Wangpo’s head and lay there quietly, clinging flat.Wangpo drove on her old mare, wearing the fallen yellow leaf upon her head;the old mare, the old woman, and the old leaf made a fitting trio as they walked the main road into town.

深秋带来的黄叶,赶走了夏季的蝴蝶。一张叶子落到王婆的头上,叶子是安静的伏贴在那里。王婆驱著她的老马,头上顶著飘落的黄叶;老马,老人,配著一张老的叶子,他们走在进城的大道。

At the crossroads a figure gradually came into view, then the man could be seen smoking: Erli Ban was approaching head-on.His long face, coupled with his swaying body, made him look somewhat like a tame ape.:『He said, “Ah!You’re up too early!Going into town on some business??』Why are you driving the mare into town without hitching her to a cartload of grain?”

道口渐渐看见人影,渐渐看见那个人吸烟,二里半迎面来了。他长形的脸孔配起摆动的身子来,有点像一个驯顺的猿猴。他说:『唉呀!起得太早啦!进城去有事吗?怎么驱著马进城,不装车粮拉著?』

:『Wangpo shook out her sleeves and pushed back the hair beside her ears; her hand trembled as she said, “Her time has come!!』Into the boiling pot she goes!” Wangpo felt nothing at all; she watched the mare eating leaves by the roadside, then drove her onward with the short switch.

振一振袖子,把耳边的头发向后抚弄一下,王婆的手颤抖著说了:『到日子了呢!下汤锅去吧!』王婆什么心情也没有,她看著马在吃道旁的叶子,她用短枝驱著又前进了。

Erli Ban was overcome with grief.His body convulsed.:『,……After a moment he turned around, caught up with her, and said, “She mustn’t go into the boiling pot...……』She mustn’t go into the boiling pot...” But what else could be done?Erli Ban could not utter another half a word!Twisting his body, he stepped ahead and stroked the mare’s mane.The old mare immediately snorted!Her eyes looked as though they were weeping, moist and clouded.Grief at once swept through Wangpo’s heart.:『In a hoarse voice Wangpo said, “Let it be!Let it be!?』If she doesn’t go into the boiling pot, won’t she only wait to starve to death?”

二里半感到非常悲痛。他痉挛著了。过了一个时刻转过身来,他赶上去说:『下汤锅是下不得的,……下汤锅是下不得……』但是怎样办呢?二里半连半句语言也没有了!他扭歪著身子跨到前面,用手摸一摸马儿的鬃发。老马立刻响著鼻子了!牠的眼睛哭著一般,湿润而模糊。悲伤立刻掠过王婆的心孔。哑著嗓子,王婆说:『算了吧!算了吧!不下汤锅,还不是等著饿死吗?』

禿The bare trees of late autumn, stripped of their souls by the cruel, shrieking wind, wailed aloud.The mare walked in front and Wangpo followed behind; step by step the slaughterhouse drew nearer;step by step the wind ushered the old mare toward her final home.

深秋秃叶的树,为了惨厉的风变,脱去了灵魂一般吹啸著。马行在前面,王婆随在后面,一步一步屠场近著了;一步一步风声送著老马归去。

Wangpo thought to herself: how could a person become so hardhearted?When she was young, had she not often taken old horses and old oxen to the slaughterhouse?穿She began to shiver, imagining the butcher’s knife passing through her own spine, and the short switch fell from her hand!Dazed and faint, she stopped beside the road, her hair dancing like a ghost.When she picked up the short switch again, the old mare was gone!She had gone ahead to drink from a little ditch!This would be the last water she ever drank!The old mare needed water, and she needed rest too; beside the ditch she lay down!She breathed slowly.調:『In a low, gentle voice Wangpo called, “Get up!?』Let’s go into town—what else can we do?” The mare still lay on her back.Wangpo saw that it was already noon and that she still had to hurry home to cook the midday meal; yet however she pulled at the reins, the mare would not move.

王婆她自己想著:一个人怎么变得这样利害?年青的时候,不是常常为著送老马或是老牛进过屠场吗?她颤寒起来,幻想著屠刀要像穿过自己的背脊,于是,手中的短枝脱落了!她茫然晕昏地停在道旁,头发舞著好像个鬼魂样。等她重新拾起短枝来,老马不见了!牠到前面小水沟的地方喝水去了!这是牠最末一次饮水吧!老马需要饮水,牠也需要休息,在水沟旁倒卧下了!牠慢慢呼吸著。王婆用低音,慈和的音调呼唤著:『起来吧!走进城去吧,有什么法子呢?』马仍然仰卧著。王婆看一看日午了,还要赶回去烧午饭,但,任她怎样拉缰绳,马仍是没有移动。

Wangpo grew angry!She struck her with the short switch to make her rise.Though she got up, the old mare still lingered longingly by the little ditch.使A life of suffering had made Wangpo quick to rage, and the branch snapped in two across the mare’s backbone.

王婆恼怒著了!她用短枝打著牠起来。虽是起来,老马仍然贪恋著小水沟。王婆因为苦痛的人生,使她易于暴怒,树枝在马儿的脊骨上断成半截。

Once more they went calmly along the main road!They passed some desolate houses and several small, crumbling temples.Before one small temple lay a dead child, wrapped in a bundle of straw.The child’s tiny crown was exposed, and its pitiful little feet stuck straight out beyond the ends of the straw;whose child was this, sleeping before a little temple in the wilderness?

又安然走在大道上了!经过一些荒凉的家屋,经过几座颓败的小庙。一个小庙前躺著个死了的小孩,那是用一捆谷草束扎著的。孩子小小的头顶露在外面,可怜的小脚从草稍直伸出来;他是谁家的孩子睡在这旷野的小庙前?

The slaughterhouse was drawing near; the city gate was before them;Wangpo’s heart churned more and more violently.

屠场近著了,城门就在眼前;王婆的心更翻著不停了。

Five years ago she too had been a young mare, but plowing had worn her down until only skin and hair covered her skeleton.Now she was old!Autumn was ending!The harvest was over!She was of no more use!For the sake of a single horsehide, her owner had the heart to send her to the slaughterhouse.And even the price of that horsehide would be snatched from Wangpo’s hands by the landlord.

五年前牠也是一匹年青的马,为了耕种,伤害得只有毛皮蒙遮著骨架。现在牠是老了!秋末了!收割完了!没有用处了!只为一张马皮,主人忍心把牠送进屠场。就是一张马皮的价值,地主又要从王婆的手里夺去。

Wangpo felt as though her heart were hanging suspended;as though it were about to fall when she saw an oxhide nailed to a plank wall.The little street was lined entirely with houses on the verge of collapse;women and children stood scattered in groups on either side.The powdery dust kicked up from the ground soiled their shoes;it surged into their nostrils.The children picked up clods of earth and balls of rubbish and threw them at the mare, and Wangpo cursed:

王婆的心自己感觉得好像悬起来;好像要掉落一般,当她看见板墙钉著一张牛皮的时候。那一条小街尽是一些要摊落的房屋;女人啦,孩子啦,散集在两旁。地面踏起的灰粉,污没著鞋子;冲上人的鼻孔。孩子们拾起土块,或是垃圾团打击著马儿,王婆骂道:

“Damn you!。』You whole damned lot!”

『该死的呀!你们这该死的一群。』

It was a short street.At its very end stood two black gate leaves, gaping open.A little nearer, mottled stains of blood could be seen upon them.Terrified by the bloodstains, the old woman felt as though she herself had stepped onto an execution ground!She struggled to master herself, refusing to let memories of the execution ground she had seen in her youth stir within her.:──But those memories began to weave themselves together unceasingly—a young fellow fell, and then an old man fell too!The man wielding the blade made ready for a third.

这是一条短短的街。就在短街的尽头,张开两张黑色的门扇。再走近一点,可以发见门扇斑斑点点的血印。被血印所恐吓的老太婆好像自己踏在刑场了!她努力镇压著自己,不让一些年青时所见到刑场上的回忆翻动。但,那回忆却连续的开始织张:──一个小伙子倒下来了,一个老头也倒下来了!挥刀的人又向第三个人作著式子。

彿Like an arrow, like a burning spike, the memory pierced Wangpo; she no longer saw the children striking the mare, and forgot how to curse the pack of mischievous children.On they went and went, until they stood in the middle of the yard.Countless hides were nailed to the plank walls on every side.Beside the eaves stood two tall poles, with a crossbeam between them;horse hooves and ox hooves had been hacked off, each pair of hoof ends bound together with hemp rope and hung from it in a forked shape, while coils of intestines were tangled over it too;with age, the intestines had dried into black, motionless, rigid, ribbon-like cords.And from the broken ends of some of the severed leg bones, blood still dripped.

彷佛是箭,又像火刺烧著王婆,她看不见那一群孩子在打马,她忘记怎样去骂那一群顽皮的孩子。走著,走著,立在院心了。四面板墙钉住无数张毛皮。靠近房簷立了两条高杆,高杆中央横著横梁;马蹄或是牛蹄折下来用麻绳把两只蹄端扎连在一起,做一个叉形挂在上面,一团一团的肠子也搅在上面;肠子因为日久了,干成黑色不动而僵直的片状的绳索。并且那些折断的腿骨,有的从折断处涔滴著血。

Against the wall to the south stood more tall poles, their tops hung with steaming ropes of intestine.That meant the animal had only just been killed!The intestines were still warm!

在南面靠墙的地方也立著高杆,杆头晒著在蒸气的肠索。这是说,那个动物是被杀死不久哩!肠子还热著呀!

滿The whole yard steamed with the stench of raw flesh, and in this human world of blood and offal Wangpo was nearly turning into a lump of lead!Heavy and insensible!

满院在蒸发腥气,在这腥味的人间,王婆快要变做一块铅了!沈重而没有感觉了!

──The old mare—the brown mare—stood alone beneath the plank wall, scratching herself against the hide nailed there.At this moment she was still a horse; in a little while she too would be a hide!

老马──棕色的马,牠孤独的站在板墙下,牠借助那张钉好的毛皮在搔痒。此刻牠仍是马,过一会牠将也是一张皮了!

A vicious face with large eyes came running out.His jacket gaped open over his chest.As he spoke, his chest could be seen rising and falling:

一个大眼睛的恶面孔跑出来。裂著胸襟。说话时,可见他胸膛在起伏:

“You’ve brought her?Ah!。』We can settle the price easily; let me have a look.”

『牵来了吗?啊!价钱好说,我好来看一下。』

:『Wangpo said, “Just give me whatever you will, and I’ll be off!。』Don’t make a fuss over it.”

王婆说:『给几个钱我就走了!不要麻烦啦。』

The man slapped the mare’s tail and kicked at her hooves;what an unbearable moment it was!

那个人打一打马的尾巴,用脚踢一踢马蹄;这是怎样难忍的一刻呀!

Wangpo received three banknotes, enough to pay the rent on one mu of land.The sight of the money gave her some comfort; with her head lowered, she went out through the gate, thinking that she might have a little money left to buy some liquor at the wineshop and take it home; she had already stepped outside when a cry rose behind her:

王婆得到三张票子,这可以充纳一亩地租。看著钱比较自慰些,她低著头向大门出去,她想还余下一点钱到酒店去买一点酒带回去,她已经跨出大门,后面发著响声:

,……“No, no...!』The mare’s getting away!”

『不行,不行,……马走啦!』

Wangpo turned her head; the mare was following behind her again;the mare knew nothing and still meant to go home.Several men came out of the slaughterhouse; those vicious faces tried to carry the mare back, but at last she lay down beside the road!Like tree roots knotted deep in the earth.There was nothing else to be done: Wangpo went back into the yard, and the mare followed her in.She scratched the crown of the mare’s head, and gradually the mare lay down upon the ground!Gradually she seemed to be falling asleep!Suddenly Wangpo sprang up and ran for the gate.At the crossroads she heard the gates slam shut.

王婆回过头来,马又走在后面;马什么也不知道,仍想回家。屠场中出来一些男人,那些恶面孔们,想要把马抬回去,终于马躺在道旁了!像树根盘结在地中。无法,王婆又走回院中,马也跟回院中。她给马搔著头顶,牠渐渐卧在地面了!渐渐想睡著了!忽然王婆站起来向大门奔走。在道口听见一阵关门声。

How could she have the heart to buy liquor?She cried all the way home, both her sleeves soaked completely through.It was as if she were returning from a funeral.

她那有心肠买酒?她哭著回家,两只袖子完全湿透。那好像是送葬归来一般。

使使At home, the landlord's servant had long been waiting before the gate — the landlords never let so much as a single copper coin slip past when it came to the poor peasants — and that servant took the money and left.

家中地主的使人早等在门前,地主们就连一块铜板也从不舍弃在贫农们的身上,那个使人取了钱走去。

Half a day's suffering for Wang Po, and it had all come to nothing!Wang Po's whole life of suffering had likewise all come to nothing.

王婆半日的痛苦没有代价了!王婆一生的痛苦也都是没有代价。

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What it’s about

An old horse entering the slaughter ground gives the third chapter its terrible direction. The animal that has spent its strength in human service is driven toward death when it can no longer work profitably. Xiao Hong refuses to keep the killing safely offstage: fear travels through the horse's body, and the practical talk surrounding it makes violence feel more, not less, shocking. The scene asks readers to recognize consciousness in a creature the village economy recognizes chiefly as labour and meat.

The horse's fate is not a detachable animal fable. It echoes the position of old, sick and female villagers whose worth is also measured by usefulness. People can pity the animal and still participate in the system that destroys it, just as they can suffer exploitation while inflicting pain on someone weaker. By moving between the horse's sensations and the onlookers' routines, Xiao Hong breaks down the comforting border between human tragedy and animal slaughter. The chapter makes the title's “field of life and death” concrete: birth, work, consumption and killing form one economy, and sentiment alone does not interrupt it.

When it was written 背景

Animal suffering is central to 生死場, not decorative local colour. Critics have often noted how Xiao Hong places horses, dogs, sheep and insects beside people without automatically granting the humans greater dignity or fuller interior life. Published in 1935, this treatment challenged both pastoral images of the countryside and political fiction that valued peasants mainly as future revolutionaries. The slaughter vocabulary can be demanding, but the action is spatially clear; follow who leads, watches, resists and turns away. Reading slowly matters here because repetition reproduces the animal's dread. The episode prepares later chapters in which human bodies are punished, diseased and sacrificed with similarly practical explanations.

Words in this chapter 生词