盖闻天定胜人，人定亦能胜天。医相皆能挽造化之权，故先哲有“不为良相则为良医”之语也，迨世风日下，
医道日衰，良者罕见矣。王公孟英，博雅君子也。储八斗之才，富五车之学，而尤长于医，疗疾之神，人莫能测。
着有医学丛书十六种，阐明至理，井井指陈。其医案十四卷，治法益昭，发前人之未发，悟前人所未悟，上追
《灵》、《素》，下纂诸家，抉其奥以显其幽，存其纯而纠其缪，道明世俗之风，说尽暗昧之弊，分混淆，别邪
异，千古流弊，一旦而消，万世蔽蒙，一朝而破，功盖前贤，学垂后世，证无巨细，恻隐常存，卓识敦行，诚人
所不能及也。往岁归隐海昌，惜兰女辈，未能负笈以从，而钦佩之心，不能自已。兹先生草《归砚录》以明志，
因不揣谫陋而为之序。
时丙辰三月中浣仁和彭兰媛敬撰
挥手湖山意洒然，卜居林野爱幽偏。济时有道同良相，涉世无机是散仙。重庆渊源宏旧绪，存仁着述富新编。
相逢路较前时近，易棹王猷雪夜船。
丙辰春仲秀水愚弟曹大经海槎
喜从桑梓话樵渔，境僻溪环好结庐。非有闲情耽水石，每寻佳趣到琴书。折肱道契孙思邈，苦口言符陆敬舆。
不尽忧时怀古意，且开小圃灌春蔬。
仁心古谊继忠州，千顷波涛一叶舟。书可活人常小试，才堪医国切先忧。艾溪老宿牵离绪，秀水耆英慨旧游。
惆怅生平师友谊，灵根天爵要交修。
世态模棱静里参，有时扪虱纵清谈。《灵兰》独悟能砭俗，甘蔗旁生祝梦男。把卷闲宜窗卧北，着书名若斗
垂南。会当一遂缁衣好，一棹双桥益访三。
几岁疮痍未息兵，桃源小隐谢浮名。高文纵笔千言当，妙语挥犀四座倾。世外神仙留橘井，山中风味足 羹。
一编自有千秋业，不独归来砚可耕。
丁巳长夏宜春晚生袁凤桐敬民
回溯神交两载余，获亲光霁快何如！名山着述穷元奥，济世襟期藉发摅。妻子一廛甘小隐，丹黄四壁爱吾庐。
新编借富规时意，许我先窥未见书。
戊午仲夏同邑教弟周在思二郊
曲水回环一碧流， 溪地僻乐清幽。居非近市耽歌啸，家有藏书供校雠。良相救时同妙手，奇方获解豁双眸。
先生此道肱三折，苦口言如药石投。
高旷襟期志气恬，不贪为宝励鸡廉。功深著作琳琅富，学究岐黄岁月淹。种杏成林追董奉，抚松归隐似陶潜。
孱躯一再叨仁术，黍谷回春勿药占。
戊午新秋归安女史章华征
生不为相当为医，一扫寰宇之疮痍。吸水直须穷上池，洞烛 结如燃犀。真宰上诉阊阖披，乃许司命侔神祗。
我观毒药供医师，十失三四犹次之，食不制兮事不稽，无怪使我生狐疑。吁嗟乎！富贵溺心鼎炉欹，功利夺人龙
虎飞，群魔欹正艰且危，乾坤不交坎离暌。世事如云类若斯，灵丹一粒珍刀圭。王君抱砚归 溪，布衣蔬食甘掩
扉，着书索隐探渊微，世人未见惊新奇。天鸡HT 旦醒梦迷，名山一席传者谁！
己未春仲仁和赵梦龄菊斋氏
先生自是人中龙，二十八宿罗心胸。岐黄术欲追上古，卢医扁鹊将无同！偶然著作《归砚》编，阐扬至理开
蚕丛。笑他世上争名客，蕉鹿繁华驹过隙。恬淡真如张季鹰，逍遥直似陶彭泽。转瞬沧桑事可悲，吴山看遍劫灰
飞。申屠卓识先归隐，早向 溪掩竹扉。辋川庄好春风静，扁舟似入桃源境。屋后时闻 乃声，门前且看桑榆景。
避乱重来访旧游，依然把酒话田畴。当年曾起膏肓疾，回首而今已十秋。受恩深愧酬无力，坎HT 愁常泪沾臆。往事凄
凉
不忍谈，故园今已生荆棘。何日三吴息战争，与君相约结比邻。砚田同作归耕计，对榻西窗论道经。
庚申孟夏仁和世侄胡耀曾荣甫
溪深处结茅庐，遍地疮痍孰疗除？惟此石交堪与共，归来且着活人书。
遁世逍遥寄睡乡，回春妙手擅岐黄。编成小录千秋业，重庆遗书合瓣香。
把卷蓬窗动旅怀，申江一棹与君偕。思归已是无家客，凄绝当年赐砚斋。
同治元年仲夏钱塘后学戴穗孙
我听说天意可以战胜人力，但人力也可以战胜天意。良相与良医都能掌握扭转造化命运的权力，所以先哲有“做不了好的宰相就做好的医生”的说法。等到世风日渐败坏，医道日益衰微，真正优秀的医生就很少见了。
王孟英先生，是一位博学雅正的君子。他拥有极高的才华和渊博的学识，尤其擅长医学，其治疗疾病的神奇效果，让人无法揣测。他撰写了十六种医学丛书，阐明深刻的道理，条理清晰地陈述观点。他的十四卷医案，治疗方法更加显著，提出了前人未曾提出的见解，领悟了前人未曾领悟的道理，上追《黄帝内经·灵枢》和《素问》，下编诸家学说，发掘其中的奥秘以彰显隐微之处，保留纯正的理论而纠正谬误，阐明了世俗的风气，说尽了昏暗不明的弊端，分辨混淆，辨别邪正，千古流传的弊病，一旦消除；万世的蒙蔽，一朝破除。他的功绩超越前贤，学问流传后世，无论病症大小，常怀恻隐之心，见识卓越且行为敦厚，这确实是常人难以企及的。
往年他归隐于海昌，可惜兰媛等晚辈未能背着书箱跟随求学，但钦佩之心不能自已。如今先生起草《归砚录》以表明心志，因此我不自量力地撰写了这篇序言。
时值丙辰年三月下旬，仁和彭兰媛恭敬撰述。
挥手告别湖山，心意洒脱自然，选择居住在林野之间，喜爱幽静偏僻之地。救济时世的方法如同良相一般，处世没有机心就像散仙一样。重庆（指家族或师承渊源）宏大的旧绪得以延续，保存仁心的著作丰富了新的编纂。相逢的路似乎比从前更近了，像王子猷雪夜访戴安道那样乘船而去。
喜欢从家乡人那里谈论樵夫渔父的生活，环境僻静溪水环绕，适合建造房舍。并非有闲情逸致沉迷于山水奇石，而是常常寻找佳趣来到琴书之间。折断手臂后悟道的境界契合孙思邈，苦口的言论符合陆敬舆（陆贽）。不尽的是忧时伤古的情意，暂且开辟小园浇灌春天的蔬菜。
仁心古道义继承了忠州（指白居易，曾任忠州刺史）的精神，千顷波涛中一叶扁舟。书籍可以救人时常有小试，才能足以医治国家切先于忧患。艾溪的老前辈牵动着离别的思绪，秀水的德高望重者感慨旧的游历。惆怅生平中的师徒朋友之情，灵根（天赋本性）与天爵（道德荣誉）需要共同修养。
世态模棱两可，在宁静中参悟，有时摸着虱子纵情清谈。独自领悟《灵兰秘典论》能针砭时俗，甘蔗旁生（比喻意外收获或独特见解）祝梦男。拿着书卷闲暇时适宜在北窗下卧读，著书名扬若斗星垂在南天。应当实现穿黑衣（指僧人或隐士）的愿望，在双桥划船更加频繁地拜访三人（指高人）。
几年战乱疮痍未息，桃源般的小隐居谢绝浮名。高雅的文章挥笔千言相当精彩，妙语连珠让四座倾倒。世外的神仙留下橘井（指医德高尚），山中的风味足以制作羹汤。这一部书自有千秋大业，不只是归来后可以耕砚田。
时值丁巳年长夏，宜春晚生袁凤桐恭敬敬民。
回溯精神交往两年多，能够亲近光明磊落的胸怀是多么快乐！在名山著述穷尽深奥的道理，救济世间的襟怀借此抒发。妻子儿女在一个小院子里甘愿小隐，四面墙壁涂丹黄（校书颜色）喜爱我的屋舍。新编借以丰富规劝时世的意义，允许我先窥见未见过的书。
时值戊午年仲夏，同邑教弟周在思二郊。
曲水回环碧绿水流，溪地僻静乐清幽。居住不靠近市场而沉迷于歌啸，家中藏书供校对。良相救时如同妙手，奇方获得解决豁然开朗。先生此道经过多次历练（肱三折），苦口的言论如药石投掷。
高旷的襟怀志气恬淡，不贪财宝激励廉洁。功夫深厚著作琳琅丰富，学问探究岐黄之术岁月漫长。种植杏树成林追随董奉（东汉名医），抚摸松树归隐似陶潜。瘦弱的身体一再承蒙仁术，黍谷回春不用服药占卜。
时值戊午年新秋，归安女史章华征。
活着不做宰相也要做医生，一扫天下的疮痍。吸水（指学习医术）必须穷尽上池之水（指扁鹊诊脉故事），洞察病情如燃犀角（照见鬼怪/真相）。真宰上诉天门打开，才允许掌管生命的人媲美神祇。我看毒药供给医师，十次失误三四次还是次要的，饮食不节制事情不稽考，难怪使我产生怀疑。唉！富贵使人心溺落鼎炉倾斜，功利使人像龙虎飞腾，群魔歪斜正道艰难危险，乾坤不交坎离分离。世事如云类如此，灵丹一粒珍贵如刀圭。王君抱着砚台回归剡溪，布衣蔬食甘愿关闭门扉，著书索隐探索深渊细微，世人未见感到新奇。天鸡早晨醒来梦迷，名山一席传给谁呢！
时值己未年春仲，仁和赵梦龄菊斋氏。
先生自然是人中龙，二十八宿罗列心胸。岐黄之术想要追赶上古，卢医扁鹊恐怕也相同。偶然著作《归砚》篇，阐扬至理开启蚕丛（指开辟新路）。笑世上争名客，蕉鹿繁华如白驹过隙。恬淡真如张季鹰（张翰），逍遥直似陶彭泽（陶渊明）。转瞬沧桑事可悲，吴山看遍劫灰飞。申屠卓识先归隐，早向剡溪掩竹扉。辋川庄好春风静，扁舟似入桃源境。屋后时常听到棹声，门前且看桑榆景。避乱重来访问旧游，依然把酒话田畴。当年曾起膏肓疾，回首而今已十秋。受恩深愧酬无力，坎坷忧愁常泪沾胸臆。往事凄凉不忍谈，故园今已生荆棘。何日三吴息战争，与君相约结比邻。砚田同作归耕计，对榻西窗论道经。
时值庚申年孟夏，仁和世侄胡耀曾荣甫。
剡溪深处结茅庐，遍地疮痍谁来疗除？只有石交（指坚贞的朋友）可以共患难，归来且写活人书。
遁世逍遥寄睡乡，回春妙手擅长岐黄。编成小录千秋业，重庆遗书合瓣香。
把卷蓬窗动旅怀，申江一棹与君偕。思归已是无家客，凄绝当年赐砚斋。
时值同治元年仲夏，钱塘后学戴穗孙。
I have heard that Heaven's will can overcome human effort, yet human effort can also overcome Heaven's will. Both a capable minister and a skilled physician possess the power to reverse the authority of creation. Thus, ancient sages said, "If one cannot be a good minister, one should become a good physician." However, as social morals declined day by day and the Way of Medicine waned, truly excellent physicians became rare.
Mr. Wang Mengying is a learned and elegant gentleman. He possesses abundant talent and profound learning, with particular expertise in medicine; his miraculous healing abilities are beyond human comprehension. He authored sixteen medical treatises, elucidating profound principles with clear and organized exposition. His fourteen volumes of medical cases further clarify treatment methods, proposing insights not previously expressed and realizing understandings not previously attained. He traces back to the *Ling Shu* (Spiritual Pivot) and *Su Wen* (Basic Questions), compiles various schools of thought below, extracts their mysteries to illuminate the obscure, preserves purity while correcting errors, clarifies worldly trends, exposes hidden flaws, distinguishes confusion from orthodoxy, and eliminates ancient malpractices overnight, breaking through millennia of obscurity. His merits surpass former sages, and his scholarship will endure for future generations. Regardless of the severity of conditions, he always harbors compassion. His exceptional insight and sincere conduct are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In previous years, when he retired to Haichang, I regretted that Lan Yuan and other juniors could not follow him with books in hand, though my admiration remained uncontrollable. Now, as Mr. Wang drafts the *Gui Yan Lu* (Record of Returning the Inkstone) to express his aspirations, I presume upon my limited knowledge to write this preface.
Written respectfully by Peng Lanyuan of Renhe in the latter half of the third month of the Bingchen year.
Waving goodbye to lakes and mountains, my mind is free and natural; choosing to dwell in forests and fields, I love the secluded and remote. The method to aid the world is akin to that of a capable minister; navigating life without cunning makes one like a wandering immortal. The grand lineage of Chongqing continues old traditions; preserving benevolence, the writings enrich new compilations. Our paths seem closer than before, like taking a boat at night in the snow, following the example of Wang Ziyou.
Joyfully discussing fishing and woodcutting with fellow townspeople, the remote environment surrounded by streams is ideal for building a cottage. It is not that I indulge in leisurely affection for water and stones, but rather that I often seek aesthetic pleasure in zither and books. Having broken my arm, my understanding aligns with Sun Simiao; bitter words conform to those of Lu Jingyu. Unending worries about the times and thoughts of the past lead me to open a small garden to irrigate spring vegetables.
Continuing the benevolent heart and ancient friendship of Zhongzhou, amidst a thousand acres of waves, a single leaf-like boat. Books that save lives are often tested; talent sufficient to heal the country prioritizes concern before others. Old masters from Aixi evoke parting sentiments; elders from Xiushui sigh over past journeys. Melancholy regarding lifelong master-disciple and friend relationships requires cultivating both spiritual roots and heavenly honors.
Observing the ambiguous state of the world in tranquility, sometimes stroking lice while engaging in pure conversation. Alone comprehending the *Ling Lan Mi Dian Lun* (Secret Classic of Spiritual Orchids) can critique common customs; unexpected growth like side-shoots of sugarcane bless Mengnan. Reading scrolls comfortably lying north of the window; publishing books whose fame hangs south like the Dipper stars. One should fulfill the desire to wear black robes (become a recluse); rowing across Double Bridge to visit friends more frequently.
For years, war-torn sores have not ceased; in a Taoist utopia, I decline floating fame. High essays written freely amount to thousands of words; witty remarks captivate the audience. Immortals outside the world leave behind orange wells (symbolizing medical virtue); flavors in the mountains suffice for making soup. This volume itself constitutes a legacy for a thousand autumns, not merely returning to plow the inkstone field.
Respectfully written by Yuan Fengtong of Yichunsheng during the mid-summer of the Dingsi year.
Looking back on two years of spiritual communion, how delightful it is to be close to such a radiant character! Composing works in famous mountains to exhaust profound mysteries; expressing intentions to save the world. Content with a small dwelling for wife and children, loving my house adorned with red ink corrections. The new compilation enriches advice for contemporary times, allowing me to glimpse unseen books first.
Written by Zhou Zaishi, younger brother of the same hometown, in mid-summer of the Wuwu year.
Curved waters surround a green stream; the remote creek land is peaceful and quiet. Dwelling far from the market, indulging in singing and whistling; having library collections for collation. A capable minister saves the times with skillful hands; miraculous prescriptions resolve ailments, clearing vision. This path has been mastered through repeated experience (breaking the arm three times); bitter words act like medicinal stones.
High-minded and broad-chested, ambitions are tranquil; not valuing wealth encourages integrity. Profound efforts result in rich literary treasures; studying Huangdi Neijing takes long years. Planting apricot groves to emulate Dong Feng; retiring among pines like Tao Qian. My frail body repeatedly benefited from benevolent arts; spring returns to the valley without needing herbal medicine.
Written by Zhang Huazheng, female scholar of Gui'an, in early autumn of the Wuwu year.
If not serving as a minister, then becoming a physician to sweep away the sores of the universe. To absorb wisdom, one must exhaust the waters of Shangchi (referring to Bian Que); illuminating diseases is like burning rhino horn (to see truth). Appealing to the Supreme Ruler, the gates of heaven open, allowing those who manage life to rival deities. I observe poisons supplied to physicians; even with three or four failures out of ten, it is secondary. If diet is uncontrolled and affairs unchecked, no wonder I harbor doubts. Alas! Wealth and status drown the heart, cauldrons tilt; profit and gain make people fly like dragons and tigers; demons distort righteousness, making it difficult and dangerous; Heaven and Earth do not interact, Kan and Li separate. Worldly affairs are like clouds thus; a pill of elixir is precious as a knife-edge measure. Master Wang returns to the Shanxi holding an inkstone, wearing plain clothes and eating simple food, gladly closing his door, writing books to explore deep mysteries, surprising the world with novelty. When the heavenly rooster crows at dawn, waking from dreams, who will transmit the seat in the famous mountains?
Written by Zhao Mengling of Renhe, courtesy name Juzhai, in mid-spring of the Jiyi year.
The先生 is naturally a dragon among men, with the Twenty-Eight Mansions arranged in his heart. The art of Qi-Huang seeks to trace back to antiquity; perhaps equaling Lu Yi and Bian Que. Occasionally composing the *Gui Yan* volume, elucidating supreme truths and opening up new paths (Cancong). Laughing at those competing for fame in the world, where prosperity is like chasing a banana deer, fleeting as a white pony passing a crevice. Serene and true like Zhang Jiying (Zhang Han); carefree just like Tao Pengze (Tao Yuanming). In a flash, changes occur tragically; watching ash fly after disasters in Wu Mountains. Shentu Zhuoshi retreated early with foresight, sealing bamboo doors in Shanxi early. The Wangchuan Villa enjoys quiet spring winds; a small boat enters a Peach Blossom Spring realm. Behind the house, one often hears the sound of oars; before the door, one watches the scenery of mulberry and elm. Returning to visit old haunts after escaping chaos, still drinking wine and discussing farming. Years ago, critical illnesses were cured; looking back, ten autumns have passed. Deeply grateful yet ashamed of inability to repay, sorrow fills my chest. Past events are desolate and hard to discuss; the homeland is now overgrown with thorns. When will wars cease in the Three Wu regions? I promise to become neighbors with you. Together we will plan to farm the inkstone field, discussing classics against the west window.
Written by Hu Yaozeng, nephew of Renhe, courtesy name Rongfu, in early summer of the Gengshen year.
Building a thatched hut deep in the Shanxi; who will heal the widespread sores? Only steadfast friends can share this burden; returning to write books that save lives.
Retreating from the world, finding joy in sleep; skilled hands bring back spring, mastering Qi-Huang arts. Compiling this small record creates a legacy for ages; inheriting the fragrance of Chongqing's遗书.
Holding scrolls by the woven window stirs travel feelings; rowing on the Shanghai River with you. Thinking of home, I am already a homeless guest; bitterly recalling the days of the Bestowed Inkstone Studio.
Written by Dai Suisun, junior scholar of Qiantang, in mid-summer of the first year of Tongzhi.