Are there any poems about regretting that you are not a man?

Man Jianghong (modern Qiu Jin) stayed in Beijing on the Mid-Autumn Festival. The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are distinct, as if they had just been scrubbed.

Embattled on all sides, eight years of unique flavor. They desperately want me to be a lady, but how dismissive I am!

I am physically weak, and all men are listed; But my heart is stronger than a man's. When I think of ordinary days, my heart is often hot for others.

Who knows me? When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks. The world of mortals, where to find a confidant, blue and wet!

Manjianghong (Modern Qiu Jin)

Dirty world, ask some men and women! Only in the beauty team, I have heard of heroes.

Liang's name is tears, and Yunying's career is blood. Drunk, long sword is dragon, sad throat.

Idle fragrance, often thinking Ruo; The motherland hates snow. Suggest that we work hard today.

Think about that kind of vibration, prosperity is just boasting about clothes. Counting bow shoes as three inches is too inaction and should be reformed.