《钗头凤》
                                                                                   刘潇
                                          夏日炎，冬风寒，四季如歌风萧索，
                                          百合落，鸳鸯散，欲抒真情，独自留心。
                                          痛！痛！痛！
                                          花依旧，人却愁，爱上心头痛自瘦。
                                          月光寒，笛声残，
                                          海誓虽有，却难守候。
                                          恨！恨！恨！