I Am Pang Tong, a Poor and Short Man Who Talks About the Three Kingdoms

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. So many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about in a joke... Someone once said that when people die, they will look back on their lives and the things they have experienced will appear in their minds. I am Pang Tong, I am a poor man, I am lying in front of Luofeng Slope, my lord is holding me and crying, surrounded by a circle of soldiers, the heavy rain is dripping on my ugly face, I smile, and everything is pouring into my mind, bit by bit, frame by frame...