Urgent! A tearful poem in ancient poetry!

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

When the eyes are dry, bones can be seen, and makeup tears are vertical and horizontal.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried.

Spring silkworms think about everything until they die, and every night candles will cry the wick away.