er a while, when her cheeks were flushed red under his gaze, he began to write a poem on the blank scroll."Upon the flower stand, a single sprig of spring is purchased. Tears stain the fair cheeks, st..., aren't they" said Sàibǎo with interest.The little servant frowned and said, “Who are you If you have something to say, leave your names behind. When my master returns, I will inform him.”As he was s...