牵牛意欲了相思，
                                                                                                 细茎如须向天际。
                                                                                                 轻轻一阵小微风，
                                                                                                 顺势攀附一杖藜。

                                                                                                 恰恰此时遇花期，
                                                                                                 孤芳自赏忘本意。
                                                                                                 待得九月忽想起，
                                                                                                 回首已是霜打枝。