我一生与诗书做了闺中伴，

                         与笔墨结成骨肉亲。

                                             曾记得菊花赋诗夺魁首，

                                             海棠起社斗清新；

                                             怡红院中行新令，

                                             潇湘馆内论旧文。

                                             一生心血结成字，

                                             如今是记忆未死，

                                             墨迹犹新。

                                             这诗稿不想玉堂金马登高地,

                                             只望他高山流水遇知音。

                                             如今是知音已绝，

                                             诗稿怎存？

                         把断肠文章付火焚！

                                                  这诗帕原是他随身带，

                                                  曾为我揩过多少旧泪痕，

                                                  谁知道诗帕未变人心变，

                                                  可叹我真心人换了个假心人。

                            早知人情比纸薄，

                                             我懊悔留存诗帕到如今。

                                             万般恩情从此绝，

                                             只落得一弯冷月照诗魂！

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