第一百八十六篇Story One Hundred and Eighty-Six

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孝子

孝子

The Filial Son

仿清末石印本的线描:白天农家卧房里,老母亲坐在挂着帐子的木床上,盖着花被,抬手欢喜地发问;头裹布巾、身穿长袍的儿子立在床边,含笑托着一只带盖小碗,四周有格窗、摆着药臼和药草的桌子、悬挂的葫芦与药束,以及炉上的水壶。

青州東香山之前,有周順亭者,事母至孝。母股生巨疽,痛不可忍,晝夜嚬呻。周撫肌進藥,至忘寢食。數月不痊,周憂煎無以為計。夢父告曰:「母疾賴汝孝。然此創非人膏塗之不能愈,徒勞焦惻也。」醒而異之。乃起,以利刃割脅肉;肉脫落,覺不甚苦。急以布纏腰際,血亦不注。於是烹肉持膏,敷母患處,痛截然頓止。母喜,問:「何藥而靈效如此?」周詭對之。母創尋愈。周每掩護割處,即妻子亦不知也。既痊,有巨痕如掌。妻詰之,始得其情。

青州東面香山的前面,有個名叫周順亭的人,對母親極其孝順。母親的大腿上長了一個很大的毒瘡,疼痛難忍,日夜皺著眉呻吟。周順亭替她按摩肌膚,奉上藥物,甚至忘了睡覺和吃飯。幾個月過去,母親的病還沒有好,周順亭憂心如焚,卻想不出辦法。他夢見父親告訴他:「你母親的病,要靠你的孝心來救。不過,這個瘡不拿人的脂膏塗抹,就不能好,你這樣焦急悲傷也是白費。」醒來後,他覺得這個夢很奇異,便起身用鋒利的刀割下肋邊的肉。肉割下來,他覺得並不怎麼疼,急忙用布纏住腰,血也沒有流個不停。於是,他把肉煮了,取出脂膏,敷在母親的患處,疼痛頓時完全停止。母親很高興,問:「這是什麼藥,竟這樣靈驗?」周順亭編了個說法回答她。母親的瘡很快好了。周順亭總把自己割肉的地方遮住,連妻子和兒女都不知道。傷口癒合後,留下一個手掌大的疤痕。妻子追問,他才說出實情。

青州东香山之前,有周顺亭者,事母至孝。母股生巨疽,痛不可忍,昼夜嚬呻。周抚肌进药,至忘寝食。数月不痊,周忧煎无以为计。梦父告曰:「母疾赖汝孝。然此创非人膏涂之不能愈,徒劳焦恻也。」醒而异之。乃起,以利刃割胁肉;肉脱落,觉不甚苦。急以布缠腰际,血亦不注。于是烹肉持膏,敷母患处,痛截然顿止。母喜,问:「何药而灵效如此?」周诡对之。母创寻愈。周每掩护割处,即妻子亦不知也。既痊,有巨痕如掌。妻诘之,始得其情。

青州东面香山的前面,有个名叫周顺亭的人,对母亲极其孝顺。母亲的大腿上长了一个很大的毒疮,疼痛难忍,日夜皱着眉呻吟。周顺亭替她按摩肌肤,奉上药物,甚至忘了睡觉和吃饭。几个月过去,母亲的病还没有好,周顺亭忧心如焚,却想不出办法。他梦见父亲告诉他:“你母亲的病,要靠你的孝心来救。不过,这个疮不拿人的脂膏涂抹,就不能好,你这样焦急悲伤也是白费。”醒来后,他觉得这个梦很奇异,便起身用锋利的刀割下肋边的肉。肉割下来,他觉得并不怎么疼,急忙用布缠住腰,血也没有流个不停。于是,他把肉煮了,取出脂膏,敷在母亲的患处,疼痛顿时完全停止。母亲很高兴,问:“这是什么药,竟这样灵验?”周顺亭编了个说法回答她。母亲的疮很快好了。周顺亭总把自己割肉的地方遮住,连妻子和儿女都不知道。伤口愈合后,留下一个手掌大的疤痕。妻子追问,他才说出实情。

In front of Mount Xiang, east of Qingzhou, there lived a man named Zhou Shunting, who served his mother with the utmost filial devotion. A huge abscess grew on his mother’s thigh. The pain was more than she could bear, and day and night she frowned and groaned. Zhou rubbed her skin and gave her medicines, until he forgot to sleep or eat. Months went by and she did not get better, and Zhou, sick with worry, did not know what to do. He dreamed that his father told him, “Your mother’s illness depends on your filial piety. But this sore will never heal unless it is anointed with human fat. Fretting and grieving will do no good.” When he woke he thought it strange. He got up and, with a sharp knife, cut flesh from his side. The flesh came away, and he felt little pain. He quickly bound his waist with cloth, and the blood did not even flow. Then he cooked the flesh, took the fat, and spread it on his mother’s sore, and the pain stopped at once. His mother was delighted. “What medicine is this, that works such wonders?” she asked. Zhou made up an answer. Soon her sore healed. Zhou always kept the place where he had cut himself covered, so that not even his wife knew. When it healed it left a great scar the size of a palm. His wife questioned him about it, and only then learned the truth.

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