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The Gull海鷗

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 · 54 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.

1I think of the butterfly dream of Qiyuan

慢隨花浪飄飄然。輕擺毛衣眞水仙。出沒自由塵外境。往來□□洞中天。稻粱滋味好不識。風月性靈深可憐。想得漆園蝴蝶夢。只應知。我對君眠。

Slowly it follows the flowered waves, fluttering and free. Lightly it shakes its coat of feathers, a true immortal of the water. Its coming out and going in are free, a realm beyond the dust. Its going and coming are □□, a heaven within the grotto. It is good that it does not know the taste of rice and millet. Its nature and spirit of wind and moon are deeply to be loved. I think of the butterfly dream of Qiyuan, and you must surely know that I doze here facing you.