What poems are there about "remembering the lost comrades"?

Tang Dynasty: Yang Jiong

The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil.

Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.

The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang.

I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.

The battle-hardened armor has been broken, and the south of the city is under attack on all sides. Rushed into the camp, shot General Huyan, and led the beaten army to ride home alone.

Second, "Broken Town Fu Zi Zhuang Ci" was sent by Chen Tongfu.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one. Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder. (a) bent on completing the great cause of recovering the territory for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!

Third, "Sauvignon Blanc is beneficial to mountains"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

Fourth, "Sauvignon Blanc No.1"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, we miss Chang 'an. Crickets often crow in autumn, and the sound comes from Jinjinglan. Thin frost sends cold, and bamboo mats feel cold; I miss her at night, and the lonely lamp dims with me.

Roll up the curtains to see the bright moon, sighing at the bright moon in vain; As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems to be separated from the clouds! Green is mysterious, the sky is boundless blue sky, the water is boundless, and the waves of soup are below.

How hard it is for souls to fly; There are many barriers between mountains, and it is difficult to meet the soul. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, often lovesickness destroys the heart!

Five, "seven military service, the fourth part"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Qinghai Lake is covered with dark clouds, and the continuous snow-capped mountains are bleak. Yumen, the ancient city of frontier fortress, is a grand pass, thousands of miles away, facing each other from afar. The soldiers guarding the border have been through many battles, their armor is worn out, their ambitions are immortal, and they will never return to their hometown until they defeat the invading enemy.