《目经》一书,裘同母弟庭镜所编着也。庭镜甫成童,轩轩霞举,颖敏过人,老父特爱之,寝处与俱,逐事
提训,一一理会。比长,博涉古学。时老父 于酒,凡应酬笔墨皆弟出,爱益至,居尝语母大人曰∶鸡鸣一鞭裘
为先着矣,然承予之志,终镜也。否则,坠厥业逮裘,叨附诸生,老父寻 谢尘土。弟既文战不利,又当大事,
哀毁过情,双睛不利于用。乃放浪形骸,每花辰月夕,与二三知己,或扁舟,或名园,或溪桥山寺,随在有觥觞
具、丝竹具、茶具、文具,啸嗷其间,几不知有身世,家人亦莫测所往,已而博古为师,刀圭丹灶自作周旋,病
忽瘥,遂以儒易医,不复问制科事矣。近年游艺湖海,贫不较利,戴德者转相牵引,车马往来无虚日。虽一时声
施藉甚,而家私销耗不少,盖交游广则费用不赀,四体惰而百务莫给也。况弟年三十有四,子八人且抱孙耳,非
惜福养财,何以为燕贻谋。一日徐及先子之语,弟面热不自安,既而曰∶缓急人所时有,能使镜无内顾忧,有所
成就,眼前名不与若争也。明发结装,告母氏以服贾,自豫而吴,五载旋家,风仪言笑,前后判若两人。有顷,
出是书印可细绎, 中妙理,在古人未言与言过处,侧锋谐语随叙随断,又有所见,皆借题发挥其抱负,根柢既
积,见地自高,较诸坊本何啻霄壤。始悟畴昔怏怏而去者,盖以为今日地也。嗟夫!木槿夕死朝荣,士固不长贫
也,东方曼倩不云乎。弟有才如此而流落不偶,正天诱其衷,成兹学术,秘不授人,尽可世收其利。似裘 穷
年,徒读 书,未能出朋辈一头地,遑计身后名、眼前名耶。于以叹老父知子之明,
而嘉弟立志之远,更喜北堂爱日,母大人娱乐如初,谨陈巅末,以启嗣子之善承厥业而不坠,海内医家,知汲古
有识如庭镜,观摩砥砺,亦可奋然兴矣。
同怀兄冶子裘序
The book *Mu Jing* (Classic of the Eyes) was compiled and authored by Huang Tingjing, younger brother of Qiu Tongmu. When Tingjing was just a child, he possessed an extraordinary demeanor and his brilliance and agility surpassed others. His father loved him dearly, sharing daily life with him and instructing him in all matters so that he could understand them thoroughly. Upon reaching adulthood, he extensively studied ancient learning. At that time, his father had a fondness for wine, and all social correspondence and writing tasks were handled by the younger brother, leading to even greater affection. The father often told the mother, "Our eldest son (Qiu) starts his work at cockcrow and is the first to act, but it is ultimately our second son (Jing) who will inherit my aspirations. Otherwise, the family profession would fall to Qiu, allowing him to barely qualify as a Shengyuan (licentiate), and I would soon pass away into dust." After failing in the civil service examinations and facing major bereavement, Tingjing grieved excessively, damaging his health and impairing his vision. He then adopted a free-spirited lifestyle, spending times of flowers and moonlight with two or three close friends, sometimes in small boats, famous gardens, or mountain temples by streams. Everywhere they went, there were wine cups, musical instruments, tea sets, and writing tools, amidst which he would howl and sing, almost forgetting his worldly existence; his family could not guess his whereabouts. Later, he took erudition as his teacher and personally engaged in the practice of medicine and alchemy. His illness suddenly healed, and he switched from Confucianism to medicine, no longer concerning himself with imperial examinations. In recent years, he traveled widely across lakes and seas, poor but indifferent to profit. Those indebted to his virtue introduced him to one another, and carriages and horses visited without a day's rest. Although his reputation was great for a time, his private wealth was significantly depleted, largely because extensive socializing incurred huge expenses, while his indolence made it difficult to manage various affairs. Moreover, at thirty-four years old, with eight sons and even grandchildren, if he did not cherish fortune and conserve wealth, how could he plan for posterity? One day, when Xu Ji mentioned his father's words, Tingjing blushed and felt uneasy, but then said, "Adversity and ease are common occurrences. If this allows me to have no internal worries and achieve something, I need not compete with [my brother] for present fame." The next morning, he packed up, informed his mother of his intention to engage in commerce, traveling from Henan to Jiangsu, and returned home five years later. His demeanor, appearance, speech, and laughter were completely different from before. Soon after, he presented this book for review and approval. Careful study reveals its subtle principles lie in what ancients omitted or overemphasized. With witty remarks interspersed in the narrative and new insights expressed through thematic elaboration, his deep foundation naturally elevated his perspective, making this work vastly superior to commercial editions—like heaven and earth apart. It became clear that his previous melancholy departure was due to anticipating this very situation. Alas! The hibiscus blooms in the morning and dies in the evening; scholars do not remain poor forever. Did not Dongfang Shuo say so? Having such talent yet remaining unrecognized is precisely Heaven guiding his inner heart to perfect this academic pursuit. Keeping it secret and not teaching it to others allows his descendants to reap benefits for generations. Like the eldest son, who reads books all year round in poverty without surpassing his peers, let alone worrying about posthumous or present fame. Thus, we sigh at the father's wisdom in knowing his son, commend the brother's far-reaching ambition, and rejoice that the mother (symbolized by the North Hall) enjoys filial piety and happiness as before. I respectfully state these details to inspire the heir to inherit the profession well and not let it fall into decline, and to inform physicians within the seas that there is one like Tingjing who draws from antiquity with insight. Through observation and mutual encouragement, they too may be inspired to rise.
Preface by my elder brother, Yezi Qiu