Poetry about winning politics

Qin Shi Huang

Antique (3) Li Bai

The king of Qin swept Liuhe, eyeing up, he Xiongzai! Swords make clouds, and princes come to the West.

Judging from the apocalypse, it can generally drive a group of talents. Withdraw troops and cast gold people, and the valley of letters opens eastward.

Gong Ming, looking at the evil platform. 700,000 torturers set out from Mount Li.

It's sad to be at a loss about taking the elixir of life. Even crossbows can shoot marine fish. The long whale is Cui Wei.

The forehead and nose are like five mountains, and Bai Yang shoots clouds and thunders. Covering the sky and not seeing Penglai.

When will Xu Shi's boat carrying Miss Qin return? But see three springs, golden coffin buried cold ashes.

Terracotta Warriors were born in Yuxi.

Those who truly protect the soul of the emperor,

Who says I'm not ruthless?

Dragon riding northbound to Yuan.

Wei Shuiming is in the east.

Zhifu shoots fish to get poisonous pythons,

Dai zhong sealed the stone and aroused thunder.

Why do you want to go to the grave?

Shake off the yellow dust and the world is shocked!

Through the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang

Xu hun

Dragons are surrounded by trees, and when they enter the clouds, they also collapse.

In a piece of green hills and autumn grass, passers-by only worship the Han Mausoleum.