清晨薄雾卷秋霜,

                                                                            睡眼迷朦,倦怠懒梳装。

                                                                            青丝凌乱袂带飘，

                                                                            独倚阑杆，寒花碎影摇。

                                                                            念书阁，残词待续，

                                                                            便归去，

                                                                            信手翻黄卷，

                                                                            抖落尘凝伤。

                                                                            怎奈得？

                                                                            一片飞花自书落，

                                                                            恍若前缘，

                                                                            蓦然惊侬醒 。

                                                                            当年事，

                                                                            依晰犹在，

                                                                            风卷云涌入愁肠。