SJ Jiao Tong Ye knot, one over the robins Xiao Qing. Cui Xuan light distant clouds rolling,
　　Yan fat tears into the red lines. Yaocao dedicated heart break, jade cold silent painted screen.
　　Zhu dark broken but no one string, wind flowers on Film. Qingluan softly flew west,
　　Hai Kuotian I do not know at the high.

　　梧桐阶下月团团，洞房如水秋夜阑。吴刀剪破机头锦，
　　茱萸花坠相思枕。绿窗寂寞背灯时，暗数寒更不成寝。

　　五湖春水接遥天，国破君亡不记年。
　　唯有妖娥曾舞处，古台寂寞起愁烟。