广陵集 2020 Diligent Studies in Guangling 2020 第 01 篇 Section 01
序 广陵一失，千古绝响！——嵇康之死 Preface: Once Guangling Is Lost, an Eternal Swan Song Ends!—The Death of Ji Kang
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一 Part I
修竹茂林，溪水潺潺。悠扬的琴声从叶隙间泻下，嵇康，这个时代的豪杰，便隐居于此。
Slender bamboos and luxuriant woods, the brook babbling soft and clear. Melodious zither notes cascaded down through the gaps between leaves; Ji Kang, the towering hero of this age, lived here in seclusion.
这日，一位俊朗的人杰慕名而来，“是嵇康先生吗？我是当今太傅少子钟士季。”
On this day, a handsome, distinguished figure came drawn by his renown: “Is this Master Ji Kang? I am Zhong Shiji (Zhong Hui), youngest son of the Grand Tutor.”
“来者何意？”嵇康轻描淡写地一问，手中兀自抚琴。
“With what intent do you come?” Ji Kang asked casually, his hands still caressing the strings of his zither.
“久闻公之高名，若公不弃，求请先生出任助我成大业！”
“I have long heard of your noble renown. If you do not spurn me, I implore you, sir, to take up office and assist me in accomplishing great deeds!”
“你可已知山巨源与我绝交哉？越名教而任自然为上，你还是早日离去吧！”清脆的琴声下留下一个尴尬的身影，钟会默然离去。远处，和声悦悦，琴音悠悠——嵇康掩琴而叹。
“Do you not know that Shan Juyuan has already severed ties with me? To transcend the Confucian orthodoxies and follow natural spontaneity is supreme; you had best depart without delay!” Beneath the crisp notes of the zither lingered an awkward silhouette as Zhong Hui departed in silence. In the distance, harmonies rang joyous and melodies stretched lingering—Ji Kang rested his hands upon the strings and sighed.
二 Part II
庙堂之上，钟会对司马昭言：“嵇康恃才傲君，蛊惑生灵，当斩！”
High in the imperial hall, Zhong Hui said to Sima Zhao: “Ji Kang presumes upon his talent to disdain the sovereign, beguiling the hearts of the realm; he deserves to be beheaded!”
太学的学生闻言，皆大声疾呼：“嵇康先生乃当今名士，娶长乐亭主为妻，远迈不群，学术渊博，不能杀！”“先生一曲《广陵散》乃千古绝唱，此乃本朝之俊杰，杀之恐伤天下文人之心！”
Hearing this, students of the Imperial Academy clamored in protest: “Master Ji Kang is a luminary of our age; wed to the Lady of Changle, he stands peerless and far above the herd with profound scholarship—he must not be slain!” “The Master’s rendition of the Guangling San is a swan song for all eternity; he is an outstanding gentleman of our dynasty, and executing him would wound the hearts of literati across the realm!”
司马昭沉吟良久：“嵇康之人，名不属实之徒，且不愿为本朝效力而多次辱我使者。身为曹魏之国婿而不臣，当斩！”
Sima Zhao pondered at length: “This Ji Kang is a fellow whose fame outstrips his substance; moreover, unwilling to serve our dynasty, he has repeatedly insulted my envoys. As a son-in-law of the Cao Wei royal family who refuses to submit as a minister, he must be beheaded!”
太学生闻言大惊，飞报嵇康。嵇康笑，言：“你们可知为何过去袁孝尼要和我学《广陵散》，我却始终不传吗？音乐是人生的旋律，你们都不能把眼光放远，寄情于琴，合于天地。此曲入尔等之手而不洁，吾入司马氏之手而不仁。时间不早了，你们都来弹一曲吧！”在三千学士的琴声下，流水空音听，高山弦拨心。嵇康淡淡一笑，是释然，抑或是悲哀。
The imperial scholars were stricken with dismay and rushed to inform Ji Kang. Ji Kang smiled and said: “Do you know why Yuan Xiaoni wished to learn the Guangling San from me in the past, yet I steadfastly refused to impart it? Music is the melody of human life; none of you can cast your gaze far enough to entrust your true soul to the strings, harmonizing with heaven and earth. In your hands, this melody would lose its purity; in the hands of the Sima clan, my life loses benevolence. The hour grows late; come, all of you, play a tune!” Beneath the zither melodies of three thousand scholars, flowing waters echoed in the void, and lofty mountains plucked at the heart. Ji Kang smiled faintly—a smile of relief, or perhaps of sorrow.
三 Part III
第二天，一个清冷的早晨，嵇康与他心爱的焦尾琴共赴刑场。一路是无声的三千学子，而刑台上便是冷酷阴鸷的司马昭和志得意满的钟会。钟会放声大笑：“嵇康老贼，如今你还有什么遗言吗！”嵇康默然。他望了望司马氏旁的昔日故友王戎与山涛，从背上解下焦尾琴，宽袍薄带在空中飞扬。
The next morning, a chilling dawn, Ji Kang stepped toward the execution ground accompanied by his cherished scorched-tail zither. Lining the way stood three thousand silent scholars, while upon the execution terrace waited the cold, sinister Sima Zhao and the triumphant Zhong Hui. Zhong Hui laughed aloud: “Old rogue Ji Kang, have you any final words now!” Ji Kang remained silent. He glanced toward his old friends Wang Rong and Shan Tao standing beside Sima Zhao, untied the scorched-tail zither from his back, his flowing robes and slender sash fluttering in the breeze.
手指微勾，起音，琴声悠扬。忆昔日竹林纵酒，七贤已不复当年。抚琴，信手一曲山高水长，一人细水长流。
Fingers hooked slightly, striking the opening tone; melodious music drifted forth. Recalling bygone days of wild drinking in the Bamboo Grove, the Seven Sages were no longer as of old. Caressing the strings, with effortless grace he played a tune of lofty peaks and surging rivers, a lone soul flowing gentle as a slender stream.
琴声交错，越发激昂，手指来回拨动，牵动心房，余音悠长，萦回低啭。似乎重在追问钟会：“何所闻而来，何所见而去？”
The zither notes intertwined, rising ever more impassioned; fingers moved back and forth, tugging at the heartstrings, lingering overtones humming low and revolving in mournful cadence. It seemed to pose anew the question to Zhong Hui: “What did you hear to come, what did you see to depart?”
琴声幽幽，渐渐变低，如怨如慕，如泣如诉。就让他永远过着邺下放歌、竹林饮酒、曲水流觞，南园采菊的生活吧，不要让世俗的秽气覆盖了菊花淡淡的幽香。
The zither music turned somber, fading gradually into whispers, like a plaintive sigh, like tears and longing. Let him forever lead a life of singing aloud at Ye, drinking deep in the Bamboo Grove, floating wine cups along winding streams, and plucking chrysanthemums in the southern garden; let not the foul vapors of the mundane world smother the faint, delicate fragrance of the chrysanthemum.
琴声渐渐结尾，最后几个音，一个比一个轻，又一声比一声坚定。嵇康轻叹：“曲终人散皆是梦，繁华落尽一场空！”残阳如血，屠刀落下，曲终人散，空留余音。死亡来了，却代表了超脱，死亡在此时凝成永恒。千年后，随广陵散曲谱一同消亡的，还有那傲人的风骨和魏晋气节。
The melody drew toward its close; the final notes fell, each lighter than the last, yet each firmer than before. Ji Kang sighed softly: “When the tune ends and the crowd disperses, all is a dream; when splendor withers away, everything turns to emptiness!” The setting sun was red as blood; the executioner’s blade descended; the song ended and the throng scattered, leaving behind only lingering vibrations in the void. Death arrived, yet it heralded transcendence; at this moment, death congealed into eternity. A thousand years later, vanishing alongside the musical score of Guangling San was that proud, unbending spirit and the transcendent integrity of the Wei-Jin era.
广陵一失，千古绝响！
Once Guangling is lost, an eternal swan song ends!
那是谁的眼睛，满噙悲愤的泪望天，在凛冽的寒冬？
Whose eyes are those, brimming with tears of grief and fury gazing toward heaven, in the piercing chill of winter?