是否是十八岁明媚模样，
                                                                            眉眼弯弯，
                                                                            将长发梳编？
                                                                            那芙蓉被上梦寐的女子，
                                                                           是否梦见岁月里
                                                                           曾有一场笈礼?


                                                                             尘埃盈满妆匣，
                                                                            今夜，拣一支珠花，
                                                                            将青丝挽髻，
                                                                          也可是个窈窕女子?

                                                                               
                                                                         无什么忧愁，
                                                                         无什么烦恼，
                                                                         无它，
                                                                         仅一副二九年华。