What are the poems about "love and hate"?

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. When will Acacia meet? At this time, this night is awkward, and I am homesick. I know I miss you for a long time. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him. -Li Bai's Poem of Autumn Wind

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. -Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -The article "Two Southern Songs/New Poems"

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"

I long to know you, long live, this heart will never fade. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! -Anonymous "Shang Xie"

Translation:

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west has inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon.

Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time and on such a night, it's hard not to miss each other.

Walk into the door of lovesickness and know the pain of lovesickness.

Forever lovesickness, forever memories, short-lived lovesickness is endless.

If I had known that acacia was so entangled in my heart, I might as well have never met each other.

They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

Oh, my god I am eager to know you and cherish you, and my heart will never fade. Unless the majestic mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder is rolling in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, and unless heaven and earth intersect, I dare to abandon my affection for you until all this happens!