Chaos in the Three Kingdoms

Wake up in confusion Thousands of past events are gone Trapped in dust like a caged bird Life and death are like grass Wait until he suddenly realizes how big the world is Where is my safe place Even if heaven and earth do not allow it Also draw your sword and point it to the sky ---------------------------- At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban had not yet risen, but the world was already dead from the ground. What was damaged first was not the throne, the court, nor the subsequent shocking chaos in the history books; what was damaged first was the rice in the pot, the increasingly lighter medicine in the patient's hands, and the road outside the village gate that was clearly right in front of him but could not be entered. Some people just want to see the family through this winter, some want to save a few more lives with their medical skills, and some people sit behind the government offices and write down the important things on the ground, hoping that the world can be delayed for another time. But in the end, everyone will understand: the old road is broken, and living as usual means waiting to die. This is not the Three Kingdoms that started with a group of heroes fighting for hegemony. This is the eve of the Three Kingdoms. It is a story of how living people were forced to a desperate situation step by step, and how they forcibly found a way out. The Three Kingdoms did not come suddenly. They grew up little by little from sickness, hunger, doors, barns and people's hearts.