What poems describe "nostalgia for the ancient battlefield"?

Poems describing "nostalgia for the ancient battlefield" are:

Tang Yan Men Tai Shou Hang

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

Just to return the king, sword and death.

Tang Du Fu's Nine Embankments in the Front

The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?

Don William Wang's Liangzhou Ci

Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

Don Wang Changling's Plug.

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

Qi Ming Ji Guang's "Immediately"

In order to repay the emperor's trust in me, flowers and plants on both sides of the north and south and in northern Xinjiang laughed at my busy life.

I spend 360 days a year on the battlefield, and my weapon is on my horse.