What poems describe "lovesickness"?

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.

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

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

When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness. -Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"

I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. -Sima Xiangru's Yellow/Feng Qiu

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"

You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"

I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Zhang Jiuling's "Fu Zi Chu Junyi"

Deep acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful nutmeg buds. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"

I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books. -Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"

This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days"

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"