Inscription I was a customer for flowers; he was an old flower seller. Where are the flowers picked? They come from east of the Song wall. Where do the rows of flowers go? They go to the flower markets and are sold at high prices. Flowers are not allowed to drop uselessly, if there is money they can be bought. Yet they cannot mock poverty, their flourishing is but a dream in springtime. Ask old Dung Bo about it. Painted in the manner of Xin lo shan jen for the perusal of Yong liu shi ta xiong.