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title: "續比丘尼傳 · 七八、明杭州孝義庵尼袾錦傳"
description: "續比丘尼傳由釋震華法師於民國時期編述，是中國佛教史上專門記載比丘尼事蹟的重要傳記。該書編撰於二十世紀上半葉，繼承了梁代寶唱《比丘尼傳》的傳統，系統收錄了自南北朝至民國以來的傑出比丘尼傳記。內容詳實記錄了她們的修行經歷、弘法事蹟及對佛教的貢獻，填補了佛教史傳中女性修行者記載的空白。此書不僅是研究中國比丘尼歷史與佛教女性地位的關鍵文獻，也是了解近現代漢傳佛教發展的重要史料，具有極高的學術與宗教價值。"
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### 七八、明杭州孝義庵尼袾錦傳

> Seventy-Eight: Biography of Nun Zhujin of Xiaoyi Nunnery in Hangzhou

袾錦，字太素，姓湯，杭州人。歸同邑沈生，即蓮池宏公是也。宏公出家時，錦年僅十九，或勸錦阻之，錦曰：「熟聞渠稱生死事大，阻之是誤渠也，不可。」至年四十七，亦出家，改所住為孝義庵，效宏公七筆勾，以為婦女學佛者勸。其詞曰：「紡績綢繆，作讀晨昏用意周。夫若成名後，富貴同享受。嗏！霞佩甚優悠，珠冠在首。一旦無常，敕命難相救。因此上，把鳳誥鸞章一筆勾。金玉雕縷，珠翠輝煌插滿頭。綾錦裁宮袖，紅紫佳文秀。嗏！誰道眼前漚，纓絡難受。包裹骷髏，送入量人斗。因此上，把錦繡妝奩一筆勾。早上妝樓，先把青絲理不休。梳掠香風透，前後分三綹。嗏！鴉鬢黑油油，端的蓬鬆，美貌終成醜。因此上，把霧髻雲鬟一筆勾。月閉花羞，美貌方纔誇女流。畫眉春色就，唇點硃櫻溜。嗏！鏡裏活骷髏，多方妝就。老去顏衰，死後皮囊臭。因此上，把香粉花脂一筆勾。織錦藏頭，鍼指工夫巧且優。花樣隨時候，做出如生就。嗏！翦翠把春留，天生妙手。死後歸空色，色成虛謬。因此上，把刺繡挑花一筆勾。懷孕耽憂，分娩如同地獄遊。乳哺三年久，疾病常相守。嗏！婚嫁未曾休，母先衰朽。孝順多端，替死誰能夠？因此上，把育女生男一筆勾。羅襪雙鈎，湘水裙拖八幅秋。步步凌波皴，側側弓鞋瘦。嗏！高低鳳凰頭，無限嬌羞。如此規模，難向西方走。因此上，把緩步金蓮一筆勾。」受具後，制行謹嚴。萬曆四十二年得疾，垂絕時，忽語侍者云：「經稱十念往生，亟扶我起。」起則正坐念佛而逝，年六十七。

> Zhujin, also known as Taisu, was surnamed Tang and hailed from Hangzhou. She married a local man named Shen, who later became the renowned monk Lianchi Honggong. When Honggong left home to become a monk, Zhujin was only nineteen. Some urged her to stop him, but she replied, "I have often heard him speak of the gravity of birth and death. To hinder him would be to lead him astray—I cannot do that." At the age of forty-seven, she too left home, converting her residence into the Xiaoyi Nunnery. She emulated Honggong's "Seven Strokes of Renunciation" to encourage women in Buddhist practice. Her verses read: "Spinning and weaving, toiling dawn till dusk with care, Hoping for a husband's fame, to share his wealth and glory there. Alas! Adorned in splendor, pearls upon the head so fair, Yet when impermanence arrives, no edict can the spirit spare. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce titles and honors rare. Gold and jade carved fine, jewels and hairpins gleaming bright, Silk robes tailored like palace sleeves, in hues of red and purple light. Alas! Who says these are but fleeting bubbles in our sight? Ornaments unbearable, a skeleton they wrap so tight, Sent to the measuring box, beyond all day or night. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce embroidered dowries bright. Early in the dressing tower, combing dark hair without rest, Parting fragrant locks in three, with every stroke obsessed. Alas! Raven tresses glossy, loosely piled at best, Beauty in the end turns ugly, put to the final test. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce cloud-like coils dressed. Moon hides, flowers shy, such beauty praised in woman's grace, Eyebrows painted spring-like, lips with vermilion trace. Alas! A living skeleton in the mirror's face, Made up with skill, yet aging brings a faded pace, And death leaves but a stinking shell in time and space. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce powders and rouge's embrace. Weaving brocade with skill, needlework both fine and true, Patterns changing with the seasons, crafted as if life anew. Alas! Cutting emerald to keep spring in view, A gifted hand from heaven, yet when death comes due, Colors turn to emptiness, all efforts vain and few. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce embroidery's hue. Pregnancy brings worries, childbirth like a hellish tour, Nursing for three long years, with illness ever near the door. Alas! Weddings not yet done, the mother weak and poor, Filial deeds in many forms, but who can die in her stead for sure? Thus, with one stroke, I renounce bearing sons and daughters more. Silken socks with twin hooks, skirt like autumn waves in flow, Each step rippling the water, slender arched shoes in tow. Alas! Phoenix-head heels high, endless coyness to show, Such dainty paces cannot to the Western Pure Land go. Thus, with one stroke, I renounce slow steps with golden feet below." After taking full ordination, she upheld strict conduct. In the forty-second year of the Wanli era, she fell ill. As she neared death, she suddenly said to her attendant, "The sutras speak of rebirth through ten recitations. Quickly help me up." Once upright, she sat properly, recited the Buddha's name, and passed away at the age of sixty-seven.