My favorite is Man Jianghong. She wrote about her breasts-Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty.
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing.
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.