To Wei Zeng, former Attendant of the Left Department前左省衛增常侍
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 · 151 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.
1A reply to the jest that urged me to become an immortal
Suddenly I received your glorious letter, in which you sent down a fine jest. Confucius revered and followed the three beneficial friends, and Laozi gave only a single word. I look up and hold in my mouth the grace that makes me what I am, and I embrace only the sigh of one who has been roused. Ever since you troubled your immortal's mount to come so far and looked down on this poor province, I have heard quietly that you have long been on the road and have grown weary beneath your hanging canopy. Longing for your virtue, I am still barred from parting the clouds; holding my sincerity, I can set no date for opening the dew. Whenever I recall your laughter and your talk, I cannot master my hunger and thirst. As for me, early on I set myself to practice the utmost Way diligently, hoping only to assist the sage court. Zhang Liang had just met with the grace of Han. Would he dare to speak of cutting off his tracks? Fan Li had not yet wiped away the shame of Yue. How should he wish to flee his own name? I do not seek eight hundred years to make one spring. I only read the five thousand words and strengthen my integrity. Since there is happily no great fault, pardon the small flaw as well. I wish only that you would kindly consent to come. Would I answer so lightly as this? And so on.