Comrades from other units have merged with us. How can I describe it in a poem? Or a poem looking forward to the reunion of brothers

Notes for friends in the north on rainy nights Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty): * * * When cutting candles at the west window, talk about the rain at night.

Farewell to Du Fu for his post (Tang): However, China has our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor.

Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty): A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums has been in Yi Deng for ten years.

Su Shi (Song Dynasty): I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful.

The Book of Songs Qin Feng No Clothes

Have I nothing to wear? Robe with my son. Wang Yuxing, fix my spear and be an enemy of Zi!

When do you not wear clothes? Take your son. Wang Yu started to repair my spear and halberd and work with his son!

When do you not wear clothes? Take your son. Wang Yuxing, train my soldiers and walk with my son!

Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty): Drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns and even camping.