What are some poems that describe "tacit understanding"?

1. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Untitled·Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind"

Translation: There are no colorful phoenix wings on the body, and they cannot fly together; but in the heart, they are like a consonant, and their emotions are closely connected.

2. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——"Bu Suanzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi

Translation: I only hope that your heart will stay as strong as mine, and you will not let down my infatuated love.

3. Who is the person who knows how to communicate and understand each other in the middle of the night? ——"Feng Qiu Huang" Han Dynasty: Sima Xiangru

Translation: Love is in harmony, two hearts are harmonious and harmonious. Who would know if you and I are following each other in the middle of the night?

4. Feelings go hand in hand, and you should swallow your words first. There are thousands of heartaches, but sadness is hard to describe. ——"Ancient Grudge Farewell" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

Translation: The two of them looked at each other with tears in their eyes. They wanted to say something to each other, but they were already sobbing before they could speak. There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I am unable to express them because of my extreme grief.

5. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——"Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty

Translation: Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples in the world who have been together for a long time but seem to be inseparable. *** tells of lovesickness, tenderness is like water, the brief meeting is like a dream, and when we part, I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road. As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.