Are there any ancient poems about women's tears?

I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.

Back to pearl, tears fell, and I hated not meeting before I got married.

The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?

Zhu Jian thinks in succession, looking haggard and fragmented. If you don't believe me, you will cry. Open the box and take the pomegranate skirt.

Li Qingzhao's "tears are light and even, with traces of rosy clouds and dew". "The night rain falls on the pillow, a little rain." "Everything is for nothing, and you want to cry."

Sadness is getting farther and farther, and the distance is like spring water, inch by inch, tears for you.

Think about how many tears you can have in your eyes and how to stop them. Autumn flows to winter and spring flows to summer.

"In the past, I was swaying. Now, I am a fountain of tears."

Sometimes in the dead of night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

"Tears in front of my pillow * * * dripped through a window before stepping on the rain."

"After parting with you, tears are there, and clothes will not be changed every year."

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