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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 · 56 Chinese characters · reading time 0.2 min

Gyewon Pilgyeongjip (A Plowing of the Brush in the Cassia Garden) Book 20 — Poems 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.

1It must envy the crag pine that keeps the year's cold

石罅根危葉易乾。風霜偏覺見摧殘。已饒野菊誇秋艶。應羨巖松保歲寒。可惜含芳臨碧海。誰能移植到朱欄。與凡草木還殊品。只恐樵夫一例看。

In the cleft of the rock the root is perilous and the leaves dry easily. In wind and frost it feels most keenly that it is broken and worn. It has already left the wild chrysanthemum to boast of autumn beauty, and it must envy the crag pine that keeps the year's cold. It is a pity that, holding its fragrance, it faces the blue sea. Who could move it and plant it by a vermilion railing? With the common grasses and trees it is yet of a different rank, and my one fear is that the woodcutter will look on it all the same.