Ink serves as the soul, shaping the robust form of the mighty ox, its varying shades of black like textures etched by time. The background, washed in color ink, resembles a stage set by heaven and earth, with clouds and mist as its tapestry. The ox strides against the wind, scattering fragments of light beneath its hooves—each brushstroke imbued with its untamed spirit and agile vitality. Together, they compose an ink-drenched ode to the wildness of life bestowed by nature.