Letter sending a gift at the Duanwu festival — one snow fan端午節送物狀 雪扇一柄
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 · 94 Chinese characters · reading time 0.4 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 18 — Letters and Reports 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.
The above. I humbly consider that the Fire Star lifts its brightness and that the cloudy peaks raise their shadows. We meet the season when Governor Chen made offering at the distant shrine, and I copy the sincerity of the border guard of Hua, who wished an immortal's years. The fan named above is fine as scattered flying floss and light as spread frozen silk. Though it has borrowed the traces of paint, it truly holds a clean and white form. In the cutting of its round shape it does not learn from the white silk of Qi, which boasted of the full moon in vain. In giving up its substance it wishes to lean on the gate of Sun and be able to shake out a benevolent wind. I respectfully present it at your high steps, and I cannot bear my trembling. I humbly beg you to bend down and receive it. It would be the honor and fortune of a hundred lives. Respectfully submitted.