She said: "Beside the Tan Lang, green plums accompany you. I am lucky to know my best friend, and I am eager to continue. Hope, hope, hope."
She wrote: "There is fog and frost, and the dream is still young. I don't see the old classmates of Liang and Zhu, and I am afraid that Lu and Tang will forget each other. It is difficult to write off the accounts in this life. The flowers in the mirror, the water and the moon sing together, and the bamboo horse is unusual."
Later, she and: "Wei Fengjing, Chanjuan Ling, young man knows how to separate and hate. Broken heart notes, wasted heartstrings, like the soup in the past, it seems to be ripples. Fry, fry, fry. Empty labor letter, sad life, mirror flowers and auspicious celebrations are hard to calm down. Old curtains, dense silk threads, bitter fireworks and willows, no fate for the flesh and blood. Pity, pity, pity."
She also said: "The loquats are warm, the peaches are dying, and I live in a shabby room and a lonely hall. The bamboo horse tent, the green plum slander, one guess and two suspicions, and make complaints again and again. Confused, confused, confused. Returning late at night, the black birds are scattered, holding clothes and embracing the sun and sighing in the sky. Gold and jade lie, wood and stone are still in place, and we also share the west chamber, Tanlang Anforget? In vain, in vain, in vain."
Intention: cannot be empty