To Minister of Works Zhou Bao of Zhexi — the fourth浙西周寶司空 第四
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) 桂苑筆耕集 · Choe Chiwon · 886 (Tang, 6th year of the Zhonghe era · Silla, 12th year of King Heongang) · 1 passages · 138 Chinese characters · reading time 0.6 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 9 — Enclosures A collection Choe Chiwon made by choosing out of the writings of his four years in the headquarters of Gao Pian, military commissioner of Huainan under the Tang, binding them into twenty volumes and presenting them to King Heongang of Silla in 886. It holds 366 pieces — memorials and reports sent up to the emperor, the proclamation denouncing Huang Chao, letters to the several military commissioners, orders and dispatches issued to those under him, Daoist and Buddhist texts for services, funeral offerings, records written for the outer wall of Chengdu and for a painting of Annam, and the reports and poems he sent up to Gao Pian. Here is the first report, which begins "I am a man of Silla," and the proclamation against Huang Chao with its line, "Not only do all the men of the world think to kill you openly; the ghosts under the earth have already discussed cutting you down in secret." The last volume holds the poems he made on the voyage home to the country he had left at twelve. It is the oldest collection by a Korean that survives, and when Hong Seokju and Seo Yugu printed it with movable type in 1834 they called it "the root and the beginning of the writing of our Eastern Country." Their two prefaces are translated with it.
I humbly consider that when the mountains sent down their spirit it was the perfect virtue of Yin Jifu, and that when wind and thunder roused their force it was the rare omen of Dou Shining. Still more, the season falls in the new autumn and the time is a sage age, and in between a hero was born and has raised his merit high. I humbly think that the Chief Minister's name may cover the finest jade and that his will may carry off the jade disc. The young lord of Wei — his spring thunder shakes out its sound, and all things are startled. The great officer of Jin — his winter sun sheds its light, and there is no man who does not love it. He has stored up deep the work of making the house of Liu secure and will bring to its end the plan that aids Han. Now again I congratulate him on his birthday, and may he rest forever upon great blessing. Going out, he grasps the handle of supreme command and has spread abroad a fair name already; coming in, he holds the power of a chief minister and will meet the urgent edict. Praying and blessing and looking up in longing, I cannot contain the feeling of one beneath him. There is a small rite for the lengthening of his years, which I set out respectfully in a separate letter and send as an offering. And so on.