A separate letter on the first day of the fifth month五月一日別紙
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 · 124 Chinese characters · reading time 0.5 min
Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 19 — Reports and 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 submit this. I bow and consider: the yellow sparrow wind is high, and the stars of the Blue Dragon shine. Toying with the rain, the plum answers to summer. Spreading out its haze, the barley is already startled by autumn. The season settles into a late shade, and the sun draws on its whole virtue. I bow and think that you, Minister, bear yourself without haste and keep the classic of rites deeply, that you look at what you have trodden and examine the omens, in fine accord with the Way of the Changes. In your calm plainness Lao Dan yields the beauty to you. In your clear emptiness Zhou Yi harbors shame. The light of ice floats forever in the jade jar. Why should it shine alone? The will of Heaven has long left that golden cauldron standing, and we wish only that you would season it with your own hand. Just when the heron-prowed boat floats on the immortal stream, we shall surely see the phoenix bring the imperial brush in its beak. Enter and give peace to the imperial house, and bless all the world forever. My humble heart cannot bear the fullness of its reverent prayer, its pent-up longing, and its keen feeling. Respectfully submitted.