Bound Clouds Make Brushes, The Sea Serves As Inkstone - Hand-Carved Seal

Observing Su Canglang's Cursive Script Silk Painting Ode Song Dynasty: Lu You The celestial maiden dwells alone by the river's edge, A dragon's shuttle weaves silken threads of ice by night, From the loom's head fall shimmering, dazzling strands. An immortal rides a whale, drunkenly inscribing poems, Characters as large as bushels, vigorous and ready to fly, Like sharp blades fiercely striking, they carve out dragons and serpents. Thirsting for ink, the dry characters grow even more bizarre and wondrous, A hundred hidden shadows, a mournful spirit. Alas, bound clouds make brushes, the sea serves as inkstone, Churning waters surge upward, dragons battle wildly; Heaven and earth tremble, and humans are startled, Before the brushstroke falls, who can foresee its form?