五猖會 The Fair of the Five Fierce Gods

Apart from New Year and other festivals, what children looked forward to most was probably the time of the temple fairs that welcomed the gods.But my home was in a very remote place, and by the time the fair's procession passed by, it would always already be afternoon, and the ceremonial guard of honor and the like had been cut down again and again, until what was left was extremely scanty.Often I would crane my neck and wait a long while, only to see a dozen or so men hurrying past, carrying a god's image with a golden face, or a blue face and red face.And then, it was over.

孩子们所盼望的,过年过节之外,大概要数迎神赛会的时候了。但我家的所在很偏僻,待到赛会的行列经过时,一定已在下午,仪仗之类,也减而又减,所剩的极其寥寥。往往伸著颈子等候多时,却只见十几个人抬著一个金脸或蓝脸红脸的神像匆匆地跑过去。于是,完了。

I always cherished one particular hope: that the fair I saw this time would be more splendid than the last.”;But the result was always "much the same";and it always left me with just one keepsake — a whistle bought for a single copper coin before the god's image had even been carried past, made of a bit of mud, a bit of colored paper, a bamboo peg, and two or three chicken feathers, which gave off a piercing sound when blown, called a "chui-dou-dou," and I would blow it, pi-pi, for two or three days.

我常存著这样的一个希望:这一次所见的赛会,比前一次繁盛些。可是结果总是一个“差不多”;也总是只留下一个纪念品,就是当神像还未抬过之前,化一文钱买下的,用一点烂泥,一点颜色纸,一枝竹签和两三枝鸡毛所做的,吹起来会发出一种刺耳的声音的哨子,叫作“吹都都”的,吡吡地吹它两三天。

》,Now, reading Tao'an Meng Yi, I feel that the fairs of that era were truly extravagant in the extreme — though writings by men of the Ming dynasty, I fear, are probably not without some exaggeration.Even nowadays there are still occasions of welcoming the Dragon King to pray for rain, but the method has grown very simple — nothing more than a dozen or so people coiling about with a single dragon, and village children dressed up as sea-goblins.In those days, though, they still had to act out stories, and these were truly striking and remarkable to behold.:“……He recorded the impersonation of characters from Water Margin, writing: "...So they sought out a short, dark-skinned man; sought a tall, lanky fellow; sought a mendicant monk; sought a big fat monk; sought a robust woman; sought a tall, comely woman; sought a blue-faced man; sought a crook-headed man; sought a red-bearded man; sought a man with a fine beard; sought a big dark-skinned man; sought a man with a red face and a long beard.They searched the whole city thoroughly;finding none, they went on to the outskirts, to the villages, to remote mountain places, to neighboring prefectures, departments, and counties.……”They engaged them at great expense, and got thirty-six men — the good fellows of Liangshan Marsh, each and every one brought vividly to life, every detail exact and complete, men and horses moving along in perfect order..." Such vivid, unadorned depictions of ancients brought back to life — who could fail to be moved by the refined urge to see them?It is a pity that such a grand spectacle vanished long ago, together with the fall of the Ming state.

现在看看《陶庵梦忆》,觉得那时的赛会,真是豪奢极了,虽然明人的文章,怕难免有些夸大。因为祷雨而迎龙王,现在也还有的,但办法却已经很简单,不过是十多人盘旋著一条龙,以及村童们扮些海鬼。那时却还要扮故事,而且实在奇拔得可观。他记扮《水浒传》中人物云:“……于是,寻黑矮汉,寻梢长大汉,寻头陀,寻胖大和尚,寻茁壮妇人,寻姣长妇人,寻青面,寻歪头,寻赤须,寻美髯,寻黑大汉,寻赤脸长须。大索城中;无,则之郭,之村,之山僻,之邻府州县。用重价聘之,得三十六人,梁山泊好汉,个个呵活,臻臻至至,人马称娖而行……”这样的白描的活古人,谁能不动一看的雅兴呢?可惜这种盛举,早已和明社一同消灭了。

Although temple fairs were not forbidden by the authorities the way qipao are in Shanghai today, or discussing affairs of state in Beijing, women and children were nonetheless not permitted to watch, and educated men — the so-called scholars — for the most part were unwilling to go and watch as well.Only idle men with nothing better to do would run to the front of the temple or the yamen to watch the excitement;”。most of what I know about the fairs I learned from their accounts, and not from what textual scholars prize as "learning through one's own eyes."Yet I recall that once, I too witnessed with my own eyes a rather grand fair.”;It began with a child riding ahead on horseback, called the "tangbao," or advance herald;,“竿after a long while, the "gaozhao," or tall banner, arrived — a long bamboo pole hoisting a very long flag, held aloft with both hands by a big, fat man drenched in sweat;竿when he was in high spirits, he would rest the tip of the pole on the crown of his head, or on his teeth, or even on the tip of his nose.”、“”、“Next came the so-called "stilt-walkers," "carried pavilions," and "horse-heads";there were also those got up as convicts, in red clothing and cangues, and among them were children too.,——At the time I felt that all these were glorious undertakings, and that anyone who took part in them was a person of great good fortune — I suppose I simply envied them their moment in the spotlight.使?……I thought: why don't I fall gravely ill, so that my mother too might go to the temple and make a vow that I be dressed up as a convict? ...Yet to this day I have, in the end, never had any part in a temple fair.

赛会虽然不象现在上海的旗袍,北京的谈国事,为当局所禁止,然而妇孺们是不许看的,读书人即所谓士子,也大抵不肯赶去看。只有游手好闲的闲人,这才跑到庙前或衙门前去看热闹;我关于赛会的知识,多半是从他们的叙述上得来的,并非考据家所贵重的“眼学”。然而记得有一回,也亲见过较盛的赛会。开首是一个孩子骑马先来,称为“塘报”;过了许久,“高照”到了,长竹竿揭起一条很长的旗,一个汗流浃背的胖大汉用两手托著;他高兴的时候,就肯将竿头放在头顶或牙齿上,甚而至于鼻尖。其次是所谓“高跷”、“抬阁”、“马头”了;还有扮犯人的,红衣枷锁,内中也有孩子。我那时觉得这些都是有光荣的事业,与闻其事的即全是大有运气的人,——大概羡慕他们的出风头罢。我想,我为什么不生一场重病,使我的母亲也好到庙里去许下一个“扮犯人”的心愿的呢?……然而我到现在终于没有和赛会发生关系过。

We were going to Dongguan to see the Wuchang Fair.This was a grand event I seldom encountered as a child, for that fair was the grandest in the whole county, and Dongguan, moreover, was a place very far from my home — more than sixty li of waterway beyond the city walls — and there were two special temples there.One was the Meigu Temple, the very one recorded in Liaozhai Zhiyi: an unmarried woman who kept her chastity, became a deity after death, and then usurped another woman's husband;and indeed, on the altar there were now molded a young man and woman, beaming with smiles — which was rather at odds with "the moral teachings."便The other was the Wuchang Temple, whose very name was strange.According to people with a fondness for scholarly research, this referred to the Wutong deities.But there was no firm evidence for this either.The images were of five men, and showed no sign whatsoever of being "rampant";”,behind them sat five ladies in a row, yet they were not seated apart by sex — far less strict than the boundary observed in the theaters of Beijing.,——便In fact, this too was rather at odds with "the moral teachings" — but since they were the Five Rampant Ones, nothing could be done about it, and naturally it became "a separate matter" altogether.

要到东关看五猖会去了。这是我儿时所罕逢的一件盛事,因为那会是全县中最盛的会,东关又是离我家很远的地方,出城还有六十多里水路,在那里有两座特别的庙。一是梅姑庙,就是《聊斋志异》所记,室女守节,死后成神,却篡取别人的丈夫的;现在神座上确塑著一对少年男女,眉开眼笑,殊与“礼教”有妨。其一便是五猖庙了,名目就奇特。据有考据癖的人说:这就是五通神。然而也并无确据。神像是五个男人,也不见有什么猖獗之状;后面列坐著五位太太,却并不“分坐”,远不及北京戏园里界限之谨严。其实呢,这也是殊与“礼教”有妨的,——但他们既然是五猖,便也无法可想,而且自然也就“又作别论”了。

Because Dongguan was far from the city, everyone rose very early in the morning.The large boat with three rows of clam-shell-paned windows, arranged the night before, was already moored at the river landing, and the boat chairs, meals, tea urn, and boxes of snacks were being carried down one after another.I laughed and jumped about, urging them to carry things faster.Suddenly the servant's expression turned very solemn, and I sensed something was amiss; looking all around, I found my father standing right behind me.

因为东关离城远,大清早大家就起来。昨夜预定好的三道明瓦窗的大船,已经泊在河埠头,船椅、饭菜、茶炊、点心盒子,都在陆续搬下去了。我笑著跳著,催他们要搬得快。忽然,工人的脸色很谨肃了,我知道有些蹊跷,四面一看,父亲就站在我背后。

。”"Go and fetch your book," he said slowly.

“去拿你的书来。”他慢慢地说。

”,》,This so-called "book" referred to the Jianlüe I had read when I first started my schooling, for I had no second book besides it.使In our region, the age for beginning school was usually chosen to be an odd number, and that is how I remember that I was seven at the time.

这所谓“书”,是指我开蒙时候所读的《鉴略》,因为我再没有第二本了。我们那里上学的岁数是多拣单数的,所以这使我记住我其时是七岁。

Uneasy at heart, I fetched the book.使He had me sit beside him at the table in the middle of the hall, and made me read it aloud, sentence by sentence.Full of dread, I read on, sentence by sentence.

我忐忑著,拿了书来了。他使我同坐在堂中央的桌子前,教我一句一句地读下去。我担著心,一句一句地读下去。

Two lines to a row — after I had read some twenty or thirty rows or so, he said:

两句一行,大约读了二三十行罢,他说:

"Read it until you know it by heart.。”If you can't recite it, you won't be allowed to go see the fair."

“给我读熟。背不出,就去看会。”

便Having said this, he stood up and walked into the inner room.

他说完,便站起来,走进房里去了。

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over my head.But what could I do?,——Naturally, I went on reading, reading, forcing myself to memorize it — and I would have to recite it besides.

我似乎从头上浇了一盆冷水。但是,有什么法子呢?自然是读著,读著,强记著,——而且要背出来。

Of that very book, all I remember now are its first four lines; everything else I have forgotten;and the twenty or thirty rows I forced myself to memorize back then have naturally all been forgotten right along with it.》、《I remember hearing people say at the time that reading the Jianlüe was far more useful than reading the Thousand Character Classic or the Hundred Family Surnames, because from it one could learn the general course of history from ancient times to the present.。“”,,“!“!……Knowing the general course of history from ancient times to the present would, of course, have been a fine thing — yet I did not understand a single character of it. "Since Pangu of old" was just "Since Pangu of old"; I read it on, and memorized it — "Since Pangu of old"! "Born amid the great wilderness"! ...

就是这样的书,我现在只记得前四句,别的都忘却了;那时所强记的二三十行,自然也一齐忘却在里面了。记得那时听人说,读《鉴略》比读《千字文》、《百家姓》有用得多,因为可以知道从古到今的大概。知道从古到今的大概,那当然是很好的,然而我一字也不懂。“粤自盘古”就是“粤自盘古”,读下去,记住它,“粤自盘古”呵!“生于太荒”呵!……

The things needed for the trip had all been carried down, and the household turned from bustle into stillness.西The morning sun shone on the western wall, and the weather was very clear.My mother, the servants, and Chang Ma — that is, Ah Chang — could none of them do anything to help me, and could only wait in silence for me to read it fluently, and recite it besides.In the utter stillness, I seemed to feel many iron pincers reaching out from inside my head, to clamp down on things like "born amid the great wilderness";仿I also heard the sound of my own hurried recitation, trembling, as though it were a cricket chirping deep in autumn, crying out in the night.

应用的物件已经搬完,家中由忙乱转成静肃了。朝阳照著西墙,天气很清朗。母亲、工人、长妈妈即阿长,都无法营救,只默默地静候著我读熟,而且背出来。在百静中,我似乎头里要伸出许多铁钳,将什么“生于太荒”之流夹住;也听到自己急急诵读的声音发著抖,仿佛深秋的蟋蟀,在夜中鸣叫似的。

They all waited;and the sun climbed higher still.

他们都等候著;太阳也升得更高了。

便Suddenly I seemed to feel quite confident, and at once I stood up, took the book, and walked into my father's study, reciting it straight through in one breath — and as if in a dream, I finished reciting it.

我忽然似乎已经很有把握,便即站了起来,拿书走进父亲的书房,一气背将下去,梦似的就背完了。

"Correct.。”You may go." My father nodded and said.

“不错。去罢。”父亲点著头,说。

Everyone sprang into motion at once, smiles breaking out on every face, and we all walked toward the river landing.仿The servant lifted me up high in his arms, as though celebrating my success, and strode along at the very front.

大家同时活动起来,脸上都露出笑容,向河埠走去。工人将我高高地抱起,仿佛在祝贺我的成功一般,快步走在最前头。

But I was not nearly as happy as they were.Once the boat had set off, the scenery along the waterway, the snacks in the box, and even the excitement of the Wuchang Fair once we reached Dongguan, all seemed to hold little meaning for me.

我却并没有他们那么高兴。开船以后,水路中的风景,盒子里的点心,以及到了东关的五猖会的热闹,对于我似乎都没有什么大意思。

Even now, everything else has been utterly forgotten, without leaving a trace — only that episode of reciting the Jianlüe remains as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

直到现在,别的完全忘却,不留一点痕迹了,只有背诵《鉴略》这一段,却还分明如昨日事。

To this day, whenever I think of it, I am still puzzled as to why my father should have called me to recite my lessons at that particular moment.

我至今一想起,还诧异我的父亲何以要在那时候叫我来背书。

The twenty-fifth of the fifth month.

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What it’s about

The best-built piece in the book, and the shortest way into what Lu Xun means by a childhood. It begins with the temple processions children waited all year for, and with how little was left of them by the time the images reached his out-of-the-way corner of town — a dozen men carrying a gold or blue or red-faced god past at a trot, and that was that. Then the one exception: the great fair at 東關, a boat hired, the household up early, hampers and chairs going down to the water.

As he is about to board, his father appears behind him and tells him to fetch his book. It is 《鑑略》, the primer he had been started on and the only book he owned, and he must read the opening and have it by heart before anyone leaves. He is seven. 粵自盤古, 生於太荒 — from Pangu on down, born in the great waste — and he does not understand a word of it. The boat waits, the household waits, and he gets the recitation out; his father says only that he may go now. What he remembers of the day is not the fair, whose crowds and cakes and river scenery had stopped meaning anything to him, but the sound of himself reciting — and the essay ends on his still not understanding why his father chose that moment to make him do it.

When it was written 背景

Written 25 May 1926 and serialised in 莽原 in June. Under 2,000 characters, one incident, no polemic, and one of the two or three pieces of modern prose every Chinese schoolchild is set, which makes it the most useful thing in the collection to have read. For a learner it is the natural second essay after 阿長與《山海經》: the narrative runs straight through, the vocabulary of gods and processions is heavy but confined to the first half, and the closing line is quotable enough to be worth learning. Read the recited primer lines aloud without trying to construe them — that is exactly what the boy did.

Words in this chapter 生词