There is a poem about a woman dressing up for a man. What is this?

There is a saying that "a gentleman dies as a bosom friend, and a woman is ashamed of herself" comes from the Warring States policy, but this is not a poem.

I don't know if you are talking about Wuling Chun by Li Qingzhao or Looking at Jiangnan by Wen.

Wulingchun

Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Coffee senna

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.