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Young Master Huaisu was famous for his cursive script, acclaimed throughout the world as peerless.

From his ink pool flew fish of the Northern Sea; his brush tip slew every rabbit of Zhongshan.

In the eighth and ninth months, when the weather grew cool, drinkers and poets filled the great hall.

Sheets of hemp paper and white silk were laid out in several rows; the ink on the Xuan prefecture stone inkstones gleamed.

After my master got drunk, he leaned against a rope bed and in a moment swept through several thousand sheets.

Whirling winds and sudden rain startled with their rustling roar; fallen flowers and flying snow seemed boundless.

He rose and faced the wall, never stopping his hand; each line of characters was as large as a bushel measure.

In a daze, one seemed to hear spirits and ghosts cry out in alarm; again and again, one saw dragons and snakes darting across the page.

Turning left and coiling right, they were like startled lightning, their forms resembling Chu and Han locked in battle.

The snowflakes of Mount Yan were as large as mats; Wei Xu moved the heavenly eye through.

Across the seven commanderies of Hunan, how many households were there? In every household, screens bore his calligraphy from end to end.

Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying—how many since antiquity have gained fame undeservedly?

Old Zhang Dian's death is not worth counting; in this art, my master followed no ancient model.

Wei Xu moved the heavenly eye through; each piece was blown down from Xuanyuan Terrace.

Since ancient times, all things prize what is born from nature—why need Gongsun Danniang's Huntuo dance at all?

The Zhao warrior wore a tasseled cap with a loose cord, and his Wu hook sword gleamed like frost and snow;

His silver saddle shone on his white horse, which flashed and galloped like a shooting star.

Within ten paces he slew one man; across a thousand miles he left no trace;

Wei Xu moved through the heavenly eye; the heavenly eye was all-pervading.

When the deed was done, he brushed his clothes and departed, hiding both his person and his name.

He idly passed by Xinling's residence to drink, his unsheathed sword lying crosswise before his knees;

He roasted meat for Zhu Hai and held the cup out to persuade Hou Ying.

After three cups he spoke a solemn promise; even the Five Sacred Mountains seemed light by comparison.

When his eyes grew hazy and his ears hot, heroic spirit rose like a plain-colored rainbow.

To save Zhao, he wielded a golden hammer, and Handan trembled first in alarm;

For a thousand autumns, these two heroes would shine resplendently through the city of Daliang.

The heavenly eye was opened by Wei Xu; he moved through the heavenly eye.

Though he died, the fragrance of his chivalrous bones endured; he felt no shame before the heroes of the world.

Who can write beneath the tower gate? White-haired, he studied the Supreme Mystery Classic.