A Youth's Journey · A Bingzhou Knife Gleams Like Water
Song dynasty・Zhou Bangyan
Classical Chinese-style Ballad
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低声问向谁行宿，城上已三更。— Softly I ask, at whose place will you spend the night? Above the city walls, it is already the third watch.
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- 无事小狗仙
- 2026-09-11 02:50
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A Bingzhou knife gleams like water，Wu salt surpasses snow，slender hands cut open a fresh orange。The brocade canopy has just grown warm，incense streams unceasingly from the beast-shaped burner，we sit facing each other, tuning the sheng。
Softly I ask where you will lodge tonight; in the city, the third watch has already come. The horse slips, the frost is thick; better stop than go on, for scarcely anyone travels now.
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A sharp Bingzhou knife gleams like water, fine salt from Wu is whiter than snow, and a pair of slender hands cuts open a fresh orange. The brocade bed curtains have just grown warm; smoke rises steadily from an animal-shaped incense burner, and the two sit facing each other, playing the sheng.
She asks softly: “Whose place will you stay at tonight? The third watch has already sounded from the city wall. Frost lies thick on the ground, and your horse could easily slip; better not go. There are hardly any travelers on the road at this hour anyway.”
Annotations
并（bīng）刀: a sharp knife made in Bingzhou. 如水: like water, describing the blade's bright gleam. 吴盐: fine salt produced in Wu; in ancient times, oranges could be seasoned with salt.
幄 (wò): curtains or a curtained enclosure. 兽烟: smoke rising from an animal-shaped incense burner. 调笙: playing or sounding the sheng mouth organ. 谁行 (háng): at whose place; “行” is a colloquial suffix.
三更: around midnight. 直是: truly, precisely. Stories linking this lyric to Emperor Huizong of Song, Li Shishi, and others lack reliable support and are not used to establish the figures' identities.
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Reading guide: Zhou Bangyan depicts a late-night farewell conversation between two people who have met. Details of everyday life, such as slicing an orange and tuning a sheng, create a warm setting; understated words urging the other to stay then reveal intimacy and reluctance to part. The figures need no attachment to a legend to be convincing.
Commentary
The gleam of a knife, the color of salt, slender hands, and fresh oranges set one another off. The opening is finely detailed without piling up abstract descriptions. The room's emerging warmth and unbroken incense smoke make the gathering feel secure and worth lingering over.
The lower stanza offers successive reasons—the late hour, heavy frost, slippery footing for the horse, and few people about—while the true feeling, “I do not want you to go,” remains hidden among them. The more indirect the words, the more clearly they reveal the speaker’s tenderness and reluctance to part.
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